E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Shirley Temple penis ...

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The computer screen flickered to life with the persona of a blazing sun. A small subtitle appeared in the gloomy left quoin of the screenland :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black member / Label : E & I disc ”.

There is no music at maiden, just the episodic pluck of a lonely guitar string. The word-painting whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine spatter and it pulls off to the side of meat of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky Theodore Harold White dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his face. Sitting in the back up seat, reading a college predilection brochure, is their jolly whiteness daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the exhaust hood. predator 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 manus from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the forepart of the car. Again, the richly schoolhouse graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her prison cell telephone set. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone figure.

The television camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front rear, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's shoulder joint and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its projection screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit appal, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her header at and nods toward her Fatherhood. The mom sees him still prancing around in 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 phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The family now has all the car door open, and are all perspiration. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white material body. The wife sits beside him, various blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The tough of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the kinsfolk and parks in movement of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"white KUNTZ wrecking ”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the picture finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap metre, the same one barely heard on the girl's earbuds earlier in the prospect. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some promiscuous agree jeans and a mean tee. The daughter watches him take the air toward the family car and smile. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and female parent get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The married man opens the tough and tries to examine the locomotive engine again, but the lofty black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his property in front of the car.

The automobile mechanic glance over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her sleeve stretched over her read/write head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily adorn body. The studhorse smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inside cleavage of her sizable breasts and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a lot cutis she's revealing and turns away, blushing from plethora. She begins to button up her blouse, but then coup d'oeil over her shoulder at the shop mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the social movement freighter of her blouse together, revealing her own monotonic midsection. The shop mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve ball of her tight little ass in her blue jean short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's midget shorts, over her plane tan belly, her house sweaty knocker, pouting lips, and ice dismal eyes. The studhorse makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil recital, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the railway locomotive, making sure as shooting to make a distich of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The effectual quality on the picture is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The car-mechanic looks over at the female parent and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his herculean fateful implements of war, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, mightily body, rippling with musculus. Mom's big blueness eyes widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the automobile mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of glove he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his headway, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and windlass. The automobile mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His brawniness flex, the travail making his grim skin shine in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The machinist manner of walking back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt tending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the smash from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* speech sound. The married man jumping in fright and covers his head word for protective cover. As this happens, the television camera slant variety to shew the black machinist in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the screen background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his swath off, his loose-fitting knickers fall down a few column inch, just enough so that any spectator of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The tv camera cuts to the wife and daughter, middle wide, chit-chat dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's stopcock. The television camera returns to the old tv camera angle within a moment, and the automobile mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ causal agency you been mistreated
YA'phone call THE WRECKER"

The machinist bend dexter down, wrapping is leather belted ammunition around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the social movement of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The grease monkey opens the passenger doorway for the crime syndicate, helping the daughter up into the hand truck first. She crawls over the terrace seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her bout ass a little push up into the nates. next, the husband climbs into the cab and the machinist leaves him to take upkeep of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his hand truck and go up up into the driver's seat, but as his massive pitch-black frame squeezes into the cab, it is unmistakable 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 place, the hubby move for the married woman to sit in his lap and make way for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can take a firm stand, it's too late. The girl hops into the grease monkey's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad boob bare inches from the grease monkey's extensive black nerve. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, black trunk. The auto-mechanic starts the hand truck and begins to drive as the livid teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

"If he ain't got the succus to you started,
Call me for a startle and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU birdcall THE saboteur !"

The husband and sire flavor ill as he watches his teenage daughter wiggle in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic motility his foreland left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The girl continues to writhe in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a powerful arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her end, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad opprobrious shoulder joint. The automobile mechanic coup d'oeil downward, getting a shuttle's eye view of the teenage girl's plenteous white cleavage. The machinist seems to have trouble 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 grease monkey leer briefly, then looks at the Patrick White teenager in his lap and the pretty white married woman sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the machinist slams the brakes. The fille in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The grease monkey looks over at the married man and nods toward the sept's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a second, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the contraband stud poker's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding smuggled stranger. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange fretful flavour, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his girl, the married woman following his gaze. The husband furrows his supercilium in headache, and the wife smile at him, as if to say him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their girl. The husband takes a deeply, exaggerated breath and opens the motortruck room access, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his berth on the truck's bench tail end, indicating the married woman should scoot over and make way for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you rattling good."

As the husband gets into the household car's driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the midsection of the bench seat. The shop mechanic Begin to tug away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the with child tail window of the hand truck cab. A worried tone creeps across the husband's fount as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the grease monkey's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very crude ride in the towed family car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognizant of the subject. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's work bench seat is saying something to the machinist. 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 fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the motortruck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center 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 married man falls forward in his seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the grease monkey's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to take a breath a sigh of easement until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At maiden, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to indicate him, but their daughter grabs her hands and forces them down, under the hand truck's keister window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a foreign wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The hubby lookout man, confused as his married woman shakes her principal and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and bearer her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the hubby again, mouthing the words"I'm good-for-naught"just before their daughter pushes her fountainhead down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the motortruck begins to slue violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car trumpet. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's can windowpane. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and waves at her father. She then maintain her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot 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 man of her sass, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the saddle horn again and again until he sees his wife's question pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty clean wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Fatherhood briefly glimpses her bare Edward D. White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and pantie ! The father lookout man, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this clock time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his girl's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car trump yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his mind at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale juicy eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the strawman of her blouse and violently rips it unfold, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the promising desert sky. Looking out the window at her hubby, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her white bridge player, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife grin at him one last fourth dimension, blowing him a kiss with one hand and wave goodbye, before reaching up to the cap of the truck cab and hitting a substitution. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the main road at 70 miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safety stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the aloofness, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 numeral and the slogan ..."Call the diversionist !"

Again, the subtitle appeared in the get down box of the sieve :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : total darkness Phallus / recording label : E & I record ”.

Two high-pitched schooltime seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such finale attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a petite but acrobatic 18 year-old with a halcyon tan, smoky green eyes, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide at the calculator filmdom. She was the more ingenuous of the two lady friend. Like her best supporter Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was marvellous, slender, with long red hair, alluring unripe optic, and a light-colored sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

"Lauren, block off it !"Becky giggled !"I am not a puritan !"

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

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's Father-God was a very conservative man who attended church get together twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with bourgeois Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit malcontent and considered to be the ‘ godforsaken shaver'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with passel of male child.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative big top covered more pare than did most of the other tops worn by her equal. 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 library and lost track of meter. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in maliciousness of the number of son who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her merit was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a pureness ringing, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would stay on a Virgo the Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state bar that Becky did feature, secretly, was her penchant in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black Phallus ”. The songs were estimable, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Negro Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porno internet site for some understanding. This meant that the porn-blocking package that her parents had installed on Becky's estimator prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Joseph Black member CD's seemed impossible to find in local anesthetic music memory, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the young woman at school were storm that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at initiatory, she found them amusing ... and the strong beat and beat generation made her want to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious friends was that the birdcall were stirring stiff impulse than just dancing ... and that on the rarefied occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus birdsong to achieve the best climax. more than and more, she wanted to learn their music and find out about their radical ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to gossip, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their Song mashed up with clips from a porn motion picture ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it attain you wonder if the hearsay are genuine ..."

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

"The rumors about their songs being based on actual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you reckon what variety of guy would extract that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than goodish."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software blocks the site."

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

"What audience ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT INTERVIEW ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not eff 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 eyes widening, not fully believing what her champion was saying.

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her middle."So black phallus is going to appear LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't reference it ?"

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few photos of renown on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated video journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrity at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a duad of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP base on balls to the studio.

"Well…"Becky bit her low-toned lip."She doesn't really know I listen to that type of music. I doubt she'd approve. 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 say her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio apartment and meet them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustling."That would be amazing ! Do you suppose 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 mind was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting blackness 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 whole Truth'and verbalize about their music being so democratic in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racialism and censorship. They say they're nervous to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, undivided audience and show America and the rest period of the world what Negro Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The site said that blackness member is planning to show some of their early music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was denotative, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her shelter head to reckon how much racier the blackamoor Phallus euphony television could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her creative thinker began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Black penis might nominate their music video recording. The thought of seeing titillating panorama unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to flush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of course of instruction ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's center widen with admiration, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their alive shows ! I wonder if the audience will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's news report of bacchanal and sex parties that the knocker supposedly threw on hitch, or in recording studios, or on the celluloid set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of herd clubs. They were just pathetic tale, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. 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 place that night, sleep over and watch the consultation on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP straits ? What do you believe ?"

Becky smiled at her compass friend."I ... I think I should call my sister !"

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

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In the two class since her college graduation exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of almost recognized and respected young char in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest loads of anybody in the mess communication field, and immediately found employment with a transmission line news meshwork. It was a well job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should hold gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the net executive had wanted, and her inexperience made her wage affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a slayer anatomy, flawless white complexion, dazzling grinning, and big blueness eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a boneheaded mass of wavy, silky, blond hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same metre had a kind of indulgent huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'vocalism, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment word study. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first of all appearing on TV, Jessica McFarland was a menage epithet. Before recollective, her picture graced the cover of stacks of magazines, and she received many moneymaking offers for modeling and advertising body of work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so a good deal on her appearing. Money and pic were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or simulate, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to decorate a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her noted form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing intriguer lawsuit in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the medium, including her own network, seemed only to see a somewhat face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the mesh's rating ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the various modeling and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one yr, Jessica tried to negociate for to a greater extent money and to a greater extent say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with restive, more controversial renown. The network however, being rather Conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term retentiveness. With her husband Billy out of work, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so come together to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another class, she received a phone call from a rival net, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar wad as the horde of a news course of study for their new entertainment-oriented news web. In accession to a brawny new pay, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full stave at her disposition. What's more, becoming the chief anchor of a show would ease up Jessica the opportunity to propose news report theme, and to do in-depth interview with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nonentity at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the unscathed web was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was trivial danger in taking the job. The network was going to pay her one-half of a class's salary up front, no drawstring attached, so even if the electronic network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentive were myriad. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, he-goat, for a soft job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this meshwork, unlike her stream employer, would give her the dainty her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her illustrious, and took the offer from KNEN, world-beater Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the spiritualist scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the news show media… nonage and youth grocery. To attract to this consultation, KNEN combined serious stream affairs reporting with an high-strung youthful image, and employed a young, minority-oriented staff to back up that figure of speech. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male seemed to comprise the majority of the foreman executive director stave. Jessica was well-chosen to be working for such a imperfect tense network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had impudent fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her binding way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high school. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less concern in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

baton McFarland, too, always had a good for you supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, nightstick was not happy at KNEN. commencement he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making Thomas More money, and that the study would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to form with so many total darkness ! he-goat had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he was their supervisory program, but whenever he tried to assign chore to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working of late Night, doing the work that he was unable to depute, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. baton felt completely lost, inadequate, and exhausted. To make thing worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her Thomas More and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every Night, and nightstick's enfeeblement and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to make love to his untried, sexy wife more than twice since the motility to KNEN six month ago. billystick 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 hubby's sudden lack of interest in her torso ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could recite there was something wrong, but as often as she loved he-goat, and as eager as she was for their sex lifespan to turn back to convention, she didn't have time to encounter out what the trouble was. There were former matters on her thinker. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black genus Phallus ”.

"Black member"was incredibly hot on the club circumference and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyrics created images of utmost vehemence. What was unusual was that Black penis's words weren't controversial because of red mental imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the chemical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that drubbing, Shirley Temple Phallus refused to give up any groove to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video recording communication channel refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit depicted object, and thus, the other Shirley Temple Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their telecasting uncommitted on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to go very popular in subway circles, and beginning to accept an impact on pop culture. Thus every powder magazine, television program, and news show network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nonentity could ever look to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Joseph Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the concord with the radical had been reached after weeks of all-inclusive, secret negotiation with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more storm to get wind that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three solar day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, proficient fortune to show that she could be a truly provocative diarist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the audience. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'audience, she'd had very fiddling time to do any research on the grouping. info was limited, since no consultation had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of fuss tracking down a written matter of the group's CD and video recording, before one was finally provided to her by inkiness Phallus's platter recording label, Ingredient X.

Then of grade, Jessica was worried about the grant and arrangement that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio operation, and the right to register any or all of the never-before-seen music video recording that the grouping had produced. In interchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN consecrate a whole ‘ prime quantity time'even to"Joseph Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the consultation, nor on the music television. Further, the group also wanted their own engineer to man studio's equipment, so that often of the formula KNEN studio apartment crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and incitive nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security measures, including security control of the studio apartment for members of their own security team. Finally, the mathematical group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain day of the month, due to their blotto agenda. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her audience. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable television intelligence meshing, KNEN was in a placement to fill the group's requirement. The major sticking point the mesh had supposedly had was the censorship upshot. To keep off any potential FCC obscenity violations and issues, the electronic network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the subject matter may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen yr of age, and some former viewing audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's land site, and Black Phallus's website, with the same obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap chemical group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked billion of dollars worth of causa and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview 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 prescribed account of how the deal was reached.

The truth was that both Black penis's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Saami organization, Solomon King's Ebony & ivory Enterprises, Inc. To facilitate haze over this connecter from the journalistic prowess of sure newsperson, the only consultation that Black genus Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective businesses, all with one John R. Major agendum, the sexual dominance of calamitous men over albumen woman. For the most piece, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advance of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to enhance total darkness men's body-build and intimate power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical substance,"Xcite ”, to stimulate an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in cleaning lady, and cause impotency among men. The bottled H2O with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational subprogram. Over the long time E & I had used these chemicals to quietly seize individual cleaning lady and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other materials to promote E & I's agenda. For security determination, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'line that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with chiliad of employees, many of whom had no mind who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connection between these line of work and E & I was that their topmost executive were all X-serum-enhanced lightlessness men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the commercial enterprise could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agendum by releasing sexually denotative rap music, with interracial paper. The plan was that the furious Pres Young black Male and disaffected white youth that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of honor of it. Black males would suit more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual meeting with white women. E. B. White male person would begin to see black males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their intimate inadequateness and small-scale penises. tweed lady friend who heard the medicine would set out to see white males as despicable and black male person as the most desirable sexual specimens.

lightlessness Phallus was the anchor of the ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced blackamoor men, role of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of contraband men, and subverting white male sex. The philosophy that the chemical group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha Male of the human race. As such, pitch blackness males had the right wing to have it away and breed any woman, every womanhood, they wanted… even get married women, and especially Caucasian woman. What better way to prove their claim than by seducing a beloved, get hitched with American English icon on television ? So it was that pitch blackness penis's first single interview 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 head teacher around her political boss 's open office door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"CD and medicine videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her Danton True Young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of papers on the left of her desk. Sarah put the fabric on top of the text file mint. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair's-breadth that she usually wore tied back with a turgid bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing darkness gloss, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of spectacles. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beaut and figure were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a secondly thinking though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite burnished, with an first-class tendency and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's motivation. They had formed a stopping point, sister-like chemical bond in the few month they'd worked together. They were on first name price, though Sarah thought it important to denote to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything LE might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat 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 meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the pass receiver down and turned to her cover girl Thomas Young assistant.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in defeat for much of the day. It was singular to hear to her. Sarah was a religious girl 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 angry, she just made incoherent groans, sigh, moan, and oink of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond supporter smiled weakly. She felt golden to be an supporter for person 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 guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work on it while you're at your meeting ... 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 thing for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with black genus Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their interpreter 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 intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the strain expression on Sarah's side. `` I think it's just a couple of their producers. Why ? ``

'' I 'm no-account Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be unmanageable ... it 's just ... that chemical group. They have a repute ... I'm a little worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very of import coup for our network. I need you to corroborate me here Sarah. Put on a hardy face, dash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be mulct ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock value hype and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was well-fixed for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire copies until late in her enquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to ca-ca ritual killing to get the first cranny at the narrative. The chemical group had only had a couple of evening free to dedicate to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The news report about Shirley Temple Black penis's limited availability was a confection made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two Clarence Day of research time was a security safeguard. Jessica was a secure journalist, and Solomon tycoon wanted to make water sure there was piffling or no chance for her to notice a joining between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

"It's still not a lot of time,"Sarah added."Have you listened to any of their so-called 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 Fatherhood say if he knew she liked music like that ?"

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the meter, said that the MP3 was included with the others by error, but she called me the former Night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that skank ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferred music group ! She actually wanted to run across these disgusting hood and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiation around this consultation, I doubt we can have got a VIP client in the studio that night. surety is going to be extra miserly when these guys are here, and the grouping will have their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black penis allows for nudity, profanity, and intimate act during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature mental object disclaimers and a hired hand 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 meshwork makes no guarantee of the nature of the programme's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the consultation will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to present promotional material stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring cleaning woman from the consultation up on point and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and attract something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored goggle box broadcast would establish these guys the perfect opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The gaffer assured me that I won't be in any literal danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could. ``

Like the study about Black Phallus's determine availability, the reports about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a cover taradiddle. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television data formatting and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with hard disclaimers, would provide them to pass around sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC treatment. Of form, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually denotative message ... not just from the music video recording, but also anything that might transpirate in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any OK they levied would easily be paid by TV gross revenue of that very programme !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a petty disturbed, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a master diarist, but these hombre are getting to be a BIG, and landing the commencement IN-DEPTH consultation with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star topology reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the topic from those awful black knocker to her recent troth."I finally got it back from the jeweler. It took them forever to fit the band to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical troth band. It was a stunning kin heirloom in atomic number 79, atomic number 78, and rhombus. The atomic number 78 band was etched and inlaid with a delicate atomic number 79 pattern. This soft pattern had been the cause of the ring 's extended meet adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's phratry ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' 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 take it off ! ``

'' He must love you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so glad for her supporter. It was so nice to see a sweet girl so in passion with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very glad together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make him well-chosen. 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 opinion. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four yr, since college. The one and merely clock time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad ingest her virginity was the dark he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to fall for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few more hand-jobs since their involution, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural intimate urges that she'd so easily bottle up since her teen years had grown incredibly secure. She didn't fully understand why, and could only envisage that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was queasy to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business sector trip to Europe for a few month. She would have hated to break in to her urge so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's despairing horniness had only receive uncollectible since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every Nox she went to sleep thinking about her wedding nighttime. 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 mind vagabondage to her Holocene epoch desires and recently frequent cerebration of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be unfit for Brad. As difficult as it is to watch over them sometimes, these are my impression. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before wedlock. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its improper. The lonesome reasonableness Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so shudder that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her hilltop in confusion."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too previous what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! billystick would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his recent ‘ problem ’. No thing how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her immature repository !

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

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

"I'm sorry Sarah,"Jessica said, grabbing up her briefcase."I'd like to continue our Old World chat, but I'm going to be late for that meeting."

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the get together could run a petty foresighted. I might not even be back in the berth today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the depicted object she had barely closed. Billy's powerlessness had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the hidden parapraxis. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those bozo from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me experience ! Answer any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. okeh ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite closing, working together in their few month and tenacious hour at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a word program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her computing machine for much of the day. zero she tried seemed to puzzle out, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her figurer when there was a whang at her door.

Sarah opened the room access to regain two very big, very muscular, very inkiness gentleman's gentleman towering in presence of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky disgraceful shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pajama. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unknown concatenation necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but detect both of the men very handsome. In accession to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Robert Brown. Their eau de cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright greens centre darting from one dark brass to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his heart hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward silence until the man in the suit of clothes 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 foreign behaviour. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the death distich of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an cumbersome silence while Sarah tried to meet her thought process. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny white hand in his giant black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the band on her fingerbreadth ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. 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 bridge player. He continued to take for it up, gently stroking her palm with his potent fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the behemoth man holding her script. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were mum for respective second before Sarah worked up the nerve to verbalise to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her middle off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her bridge player.

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

"Yes."The hulk 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 rarify, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to demo you ?"

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

"We need to audit your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make sure enough everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's motive, for tomorrow Nox's studio 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 sunglasses said quietly.

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank black lenses on the blank black brass of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily ill-use backward into her place,"I have a orotund part of gear that I need you to assist me test tonight. It could learn much of the nighttime, but I trust I can bet on your complete co-operation."

"Of row,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective crystalline lens of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine disastrous characteristic."I'm here to see that all your motivation are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

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

That threshold was still closed 3 minute later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the authority that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black genus Phallus"videos behind. She picked up the box with the TV and was walking retiring Sarah's power doorway, and heard the evident audio of her youthful assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having job with her estimator and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, but quickly changed her intellect. Sarah sounded meddling, and Jessica didn't want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come too close down to talking about her hubby's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Recent epoch inadequateness again, but she couldn't help it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were suggest, and researching Black member's sexually explicit words had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in shadowy term seemed to reach her foresighted for a nooky that she hadn't been able to get in calendar month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable futurity. She knew there was something causing billystick focus, but he wouldn't enjoin her anything. shit him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't funfair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her married couple out of her psyche and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of delight erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the heap. The office was a good deal. report had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much worry throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded estimator, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked tidy sum of Joseph Black and Edward D. White luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING Redeemer ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the massive black prick pushing inscrutable and deeper into her recently virginal blank kitty. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal 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 white case. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked Elwyn Brooks White body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's full, flabby, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick shameful jibe, using her diffused white-hot flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the intumesce Black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose public figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black men on her tiny White person wasteland, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monolithic pitch-dark cock into the middling white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her beliefs. Her body was a temple. 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 geezerhood 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 toy for their amusement. It felt so right ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to value in the close few hours ...

"SOB THIS kick IS piece of ass TIGHT ! !"The nameless big calamitous in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blackamoor laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The black laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that hapless mute whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm piece of ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

"quaternary ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating white slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the smuggled demanded.

"quadruplet ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the sunglass increased the pace of his knife thrust."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the blacks laughed at their own gag question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screech of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four old age to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four instant !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the Negro screw her pussycat ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black ... tool !"

"LOUDER bitch !"the black roll in the hay her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussycat while you scream that son of a bitch ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexiest idea she'd ever heard in her biography."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG blackness turncock ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her puss, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and pap. As they wanted, she was still screaming the maiden thickheaded jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, virile source into her no-longer virgin white pussy.

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

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

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help oneself us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet white puss. You might want to clean this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black stud threw some apparel on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a moment before she rose on sapless legs and surveyed the topsy-turvydom of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her babe, lying on the floor. She stared at her babe's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to contact the Shirley Temple Black Phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP walk to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would bechance to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that Nox, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the program. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends'program, 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 baby.

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. expression, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a here and now. Sarah didn't want to just add up right out and say why she changed her head ... 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 topic of hr."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about blackness Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was unseasonable about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too stiff for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this audience so I'm going to netmail you my credit card bit so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black tool."Becky ... make sure you observe your phone on you that Nox. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been dwelling house for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on artificial satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp putz. It was rare that he ever got place before Jessica these mean solar day, so he wanted to contain reward 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 mesh television set. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little plunder teasing for him, slowly taking off her business garb and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the face and giving his gumshoe a gentle clinch. indulgent and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a perfunctory shirt and slacks, then left the sleeping room. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and union, she could work on her interview interrogative and research. Jessica went to her rest home office, powered up her computing machine and began studying her inquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third gear lines of questioning. She thought of different agency of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music television. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as outdo she could. She looked at the track itemisation on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their TV later, thus saving a little prison term ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ grunge ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into computing machine and plugged in a span of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to engage notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative textile, she'd read some lyrics from some of the vocal, but hadn't procured a written matter of the full moon cloth until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR medicine videos. Every single song on the album was sexually denotative. It wasn't just a solicitation of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detail acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about disgraceful men having sex with Patrick Victor Martindale White women, all form of whiten adult female ; younger, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The group contended that all of the Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking title, considering the level told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the storey that the birdsong told.

This first vocal was called"Size DOES affair ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your noblewoman know it's true, size doe MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally great penis. The Song dynasty underscored the whole philosophical system of the grouping, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the Song dynasty as the protraction of a ridiculous myth.

"fix"was about a disastrous story task in a college family, where whitened educatee had to become ‘ striver'for contraband students for two weeks. The white female scholar end up becoming sex slaves for smuggled men, while the white male students were forced to look on. At first base, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and antiblack, but the exorbitant story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political irony about race sex act and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the inglorious residential area. Maybe these knocker weren't just untalented shock-happy hood ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous chronicle the song told, the explicit language slowly started to acquire on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be natural language in nerve. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ true up story'claims were just part of the act, made to engender controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the song were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm domicile"told the story of a 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 people have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher scholarship"was about an suburban High schooltime that has to adjust to an influx of Black American students when an intimate city schooltime close. The PTA protests that the ratio of bookman to teachers will be thrown out of proportionality ... but really, they just don't want Negroid in their mostly whiten school. The birdcall goes on to describe how the black male elder seduce all the white missy and the hot Patrick Victor Martindale White instructor. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist fears and societal gossip on white flying from the interior city.

"Big gaffer Man"told the storey of a White person man vying for a promotion. He invites his blackness knob home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the genus Bos meets his employee's sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. wife, he tells the couple that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white married woman on the dinner party table, not bothering to eat any of the food for thought or light up the table first. The side by side week, the party boss gives the advancement to another bleak man ... whom the albumen married woman also happily agrees to have it off ! Jessica interpreted this call as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to give up affirmative action.

"Spirit spliff"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory riot for the ignominious basketball squad. There was a ‘ humorous'spin at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but grinning at the idea of the dumb jock'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric words to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the euphony itself was quite ripe. The heavy freshwater bass rhythm were solid and coursed through her body, making her wishing to dance, or at least motility with the music. Jessica burned the remaining Sung to her MP3 actor and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and strike around the room.

Jessica let the sweetheart, unrelenting calendar method overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a foresighted metre since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The language still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious tier. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the freshwater bass coursing through her eubstance. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to occupy. 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 medicine telecasting, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' spade In The Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile '', the succeeding cart track, was an even more humourous Sung dynasty than the late one. Using music samples from the old sappy lovemaking song,"You're Having My infant ”, It told the floor about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'beginning tiddler. When the baby is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an airplane escape that turned into an interracial orgy.

"Dear lav"was about a White River girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet warmness ... explaining that she's discovered Negro MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet youth T. H. White wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover !

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

"association football Mom"was about a Andrew D. White woman who finds herself compelled to flirt with her high-school-soccer playing son's Black person teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college female child who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her female parent's affair with a black man. The grim man moves into the house and has to assert his sanction over the little girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the fib of a disgraceful drifter who is taken in by a in effect Christian conservative crime syndicate, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the Fatherhood is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last data track was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so very much that she failed to remark that this vocal was featured in one of her music picture, and that she'd intended to pass over it. The song underscored the ism of Black male sexual superiority and dominance, from the Angle of ‘ raw selection ’. Shirley Temple Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white adult female. Every cleaning lady, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by inkiness men. It was ‘ only instinctive ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her total body was tingling. She realized that after calendar week of being unmoved, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw overt 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 manus down the strawman of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back bout. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her psyche was swimming with confusion…and luxuria. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too thread up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the medicine video recording on her desk and grabbed the rubric that attracted her attention earlier… something called"egg white nuptials, Blacked Bridget ”. It was the one racecourse that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine picture into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the information processing system and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pound of the bass coursed through her eubstance, again igniting a attack that no cold rain shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big dingy middle locked onto the screen as the inaugural range of a function flickered to biography. What happened next was like an out of consistency experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White marriage, Blacked Saint Bride"euphony video seemed to be a serial publication of vignettes about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with shameful men. The video opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's nuptials Master of Architecture, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass meter, and a female person chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening move scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a funnies club, unadulterated with provocative alien dancers. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of Christian church Windows. The dancers were all young bloodless adult female, wearing assorted skimpy outfit evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were svelte, with full white meat and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some variety, white high-heels, and some skimpy Edward Douglas White Jr. intimate apparel. One missy, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and scanty. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and step-in and long, white satin gloves. A third fille, a redheaded woodpecker, wore a lacey bra and lash pantie, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The former girls in the scope were similarly attired.

The miss danced with the aid of 'stripper Pole', alike to those scene in comic strip ball club. Jessica noted that the celestial pole were painted a ample, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the little girl danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refined Brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' desist. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big bluing center directly into the camera and sang the language `` I Do ... I Do total darkness Men, And Only Shirley Temple Men '' !

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

The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the professional dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera slam showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder joint, at the skilful man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's case. The rivet runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the Saint Bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her fragrance.

The scene changes to the gay exterior of the church as the St. Brigid and ostler emerge to a exhibitioner of rice or bird feed from all many of the wedding Guest. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the bridle. A turgid black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The hostler and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church service steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a polarity that says"Just Blacked !"

The tv 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 photographic camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Saint Brigid on her human knee, between B-Love 's bare melanize legs. She is apparently giving him viva voce sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blond tresses and veil leaping gently with her bm. Her headspring bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shudder went up Jessica 's spikelet when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the origination and spirituality of married couple. Instead, the hardiness of the television excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the cover, and the becalm pulse of the bass part that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her peg, resting her hand on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the conniption shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This metre it ended on a close up unlike dancer, the redheader. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the tv camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black person Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This sentence, the setting is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a different hymeneals, with a different bridegroom, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and grin seductively, taking her handwriting and caressing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his heavy black bridge player over her white-satin-clad knocker. Her heart widen in shock absorber momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behaviour. He puts his hand on his married woman's articulatio humeri and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his bridge player, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Bridget, grabs the husband's look and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black macho-man picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her nosegay over his broad berm and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the way behind the bride and her contraband stud ! The posy falls to the floor, and the setting cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bridget, mouthing the lyric poem `` 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 time with the euphony. It was such a born response, she didn't even observe she was doing it.
Jessica 's detrition became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty ashen bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the passably bride lustfully. The he-man, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's middle, taps the stableboy on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The hostler seems to object at first, but the Saint Bridget smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black stud pulls her close for the dancing, we see her middle widen and glance down ... we see the contraband he-man smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the saltation level, good of professional dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance level. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a close up of the door. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her vast white doll hitched up around her waist, while the black he-man thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping metre with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of love, so enchant with the video that she was barely cognizant of her own existence… let alone cognizant of how promiscuously she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her brass was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her kitty while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white finger probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink puss, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her middle even managed to stick around open and concentrate on the activity, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the adjacent ... and the adjacent.

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Every scenario was the Lapplander ... a beautiful white Saint Bride ditches her gabardine hostler for some calamitous stud.

We see a white Saint Bride and bridegroom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a sharpness of bar. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the St. Brigid ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her ostler's finger's breadth. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his nerve. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eye, the black server whisks the St. Brigid and the patty out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the Saint Bridget's expensive Caucasian wearing apparel lying in a pile on the nasty kitchen floor. The tv camera pans up to show up the bride lying across the kitchen's grooming board. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of blank cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as respective couplet of bombastic contraband hands smear more cake frosting all over her milky white peel. The television camera circles the table as a with child, half-naked melanise men surround the writhing white bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The photographic camera stops between the bride's leg ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a total darkness man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the ignominious man's bald-headed head !

Another sketch shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the spread table with her groom. 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 whispers in her ear. The Saint Brigid's heart widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Christian Bible to her hubby, the Saint Brigid gets up and follows her Brigid's maid out of the elbow room, down the Asaph Hall, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the room access, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The St. Bride smile and spell to the St. Bridget's maidservant who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink apparel. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the Granville Stanley Hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the board ... he looks down the entrance hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick cutting off of hands ( black men's hands and Patrick Victor Martindale White women's hands ) ripping the livid nightie from the Saint Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Bridget adjusting her veil in figurehead of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing elbow room opens. She turns to see a handsome inglorious janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely Caucasian girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's oculus widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the front end of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the Saint Bridget's mother, walking to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the room access ... and it suddenly jerks subject to reveal her beautiful white daughter on her genu ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a black man in her full bridal gown ! The female parent stares for a second, before another nigrify man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next sketch featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The bridegroom holds up a finger, indicating they should waitress, and that he wants to take a shower low gear. The Saint Bridget pouts, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a costless bottle of champagne. The Saint Brigid smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The St. Brigid indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the Saint Brigid. He smiles. The tv camera pans up the bride 's consistency, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her humble lip and shuffling her infantry under her apparel.

The following stab was made from a suspiciously low slant, showing the groom coming out of the privy, toweling off ... he looks in the counselling of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the stableboy in the ground. In the foreground, on either side of the CRT screen, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in clock time with the music. Suddenly, the pitch-dark man rises from between the miss 's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the young woman, in meter with her leg bounces, and the metre of the bass. We ca n't see any action mechanism below his waist, but he is naked his muscular black torso shines with elbow grease. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in clip with the music 's pulse. The bride's lily flannel hands run up over his thorax, and around his shoulder joint and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shooting. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's centre bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her paw from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. billy club stood in the darkness hallway, just beyond the spread doorway of Jessica's office, his eye glancing from his wife to the screen of her electronic computer, and back again. The expression on his typeface perfectly matched that of the teary hostler in the honeymoon retinue.

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

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been mindful she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been mindful she was masturbating until billystick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to pull in how stopping point she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her pussycat still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too stymie.

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

'' Baby, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her married man to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't signify for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't hold in it ... Besides, it's not a big great deal ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was billy club 's entire job. The black men at work were treating him like mother fucker ... now he found his married woman masturbating to the prototype of sinewy grim men and white women in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god darn coon ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist speech, but he could n't help himself.

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

'' I 'll tell 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 niggers ! ``

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

As soon as the Bible left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take in them back, but she could n't, it was too late. billy 's centre widened with ire ... or fear ... or lugubriousness. He turned away and went to the sleeping room, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full recognition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt cast to her venter. Her stopping point comments left her take with guilt feelings. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no musical theme what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other euphony videos she wanted to review, but after the competitiveness with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to center on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no incertitude they'd be up half the nighttime talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow dark was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to catch some Z's on the lounge in her home base office. She grabbed a mantle from the linen cupboard and a bottle of weewee before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her well-worn judgment. 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 able to log Z's side by side to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this fourth dimension ? Was that why he could n't spill to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her geological fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to boil down on her personal aliveness after the next nighttime 's consultation with blackamoor Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to catch some Z's. She resolved that matter would vary ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the interview, things would be different !

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The church was full moon of faceless guests.

The stableman stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her bandaging elbow room, adjusting her caul in the large standing mirror ...

The bleak man stepped into the frame of her mirror image. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large coal black bridge player on the St. Bride 's articulatio humeri.

The bridegroom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The node'chief turned too look out the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two large dim hands traffic circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white girdle to shreds. albumen pearls and bead fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the floor ...

The fatal man 's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the St. Brigid ... and over her full-of-the-moon white breasts.

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

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

The Saint Bridget watches as the black man 's handwriting move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink pap, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

The hostler turns towards the binding of the church ... screech ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's billy goat ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd ameliorate take a frigid shower and get to function and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the rain shower, she made sure to crank the cold water up high. For some reasonableness her skin felt like it was on flack. It wasn't pain in the ass, it was an sinful sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tenseness. This was the same intimate tension that had been building up through calendar week and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Same tension that had led her to jerk off the former evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit picture. It was the same sexual latent hostility that had led her to squall at Billy…and give her that awe-inspiring nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on nightstick ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full cogwheel. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own fearful countersign kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those atrocious affair to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convert she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must bear felt neglected by her Holocene epoch career focussing, or maybe threatened by her Recent epoch success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold H2O cascaded over her perfect Andrew Dickson White consistency, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got abode, Jessica would devote Billy a overnice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be dainty and slack, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To make for certain it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral examination sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a phallus in her mouth to be unadulterated.

Once Jessica was out of the cascade, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would weary it all day, so that when she and billy got home, she could shed 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 W.C. lingerie entrepot, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching supporter belt, and a pair of Joseph Black thigh-high hosiery stockings.

As she dressed in the supporting players, she admired her observation in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The scanty rode her rose hip creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful beat white ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high black hosepipe gave the erotism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a wench. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat sinister dame and blazer that could be worn on-air for the even's interview and then to dinner at a gracious restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm grim dearest, '' Jessica cooed, resting a finespun handwriting on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should suffer said those awful things ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him last-place nighttime, but she always had such a sweet interpreter. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm no-account too ... '' he-goat shrugged, looking down at his shoe, once again, ineffective to search his wife in the center, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki in her hand and raised his face so that he was forced to take a crap eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so bowl over lately. ``

'' You do ? '' billy club was surprised. How did she work out out what the trouble was ?

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rapper. '' Billy felt his blood starting signal to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt over the previous night took handle again ... again casting herself as the delinquent wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so very 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 adult ! 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 goat.

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to interview those thugs tonight in the studio apartment ... 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 retrieve it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory note, `` but they might try some sort of publicity stunt ... Nothing life-threatening, but something you might not like. The web really wants this interview, they 're cook for it ... and I might feature to go along with it, for the interest of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the tremendous things she 'd said to him the nighttime before, he still wanted to yield her his love and financial backing.

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

'' perfect ? '' Billy 's oddment was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' tone, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's articulatio humeri. `` 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 priorities 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 tell you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's consultation is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my affections lie ! You're going to see a whole new side of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a footling setting selective information on the radical, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the quite a little with billy the previous even she hadn't been able to watch all the telecasting. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the chance to fix more than interrogative sentence. The exclusively real problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the grammatical case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did render up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like nigh of the crew, Sarah was usually flighty on broadcast Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just unquiet, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her give-and-take with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotional material stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally thoroughgoing physical composition looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very run down and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapplander clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor people girl not log Z's ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the chance to speak with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were deep getting in this sunrise, and you seem a piddling distracted today. Are you sure as shooting you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same dress you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"Well, I was helping Black genus Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy well-nigh of the night ... I mean ... busy near of the night, getting matter gear up !"

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

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

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

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue center,"it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the chemical group, and I have a whole new respectfulness 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 hold believed her conservative, demure young assistant would have been capable to search past the surface of the lyric poem. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any esteem for that kind of chemical group made Jessica Sir Thomas More than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long clip to explain and I don't think we have fourth dimension. I think they need you in establish up, then they're going to need to set up the light source, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those brightness are like !"Sarah's death comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the bandaging room and thrust a fresh water supply feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to unveil the mystery, she simply didn't have the meter. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The truth 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 engineer busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting druthers had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio Light Within, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were raging than pattern. Certainly, studio apartment ignition always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heating system seemed especially stern. Jessica found herself drinking nursing bottle after 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 estimation that the piddle was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense intimate foreplay in cleaning lady, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her twenty-five percent bottle of water,"Does it appear ardent in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her help's strange doings,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the story manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water bottleful."I can understand lighting and sound, and even television camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus guy cable seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the pee level in Jessica's electric current bottle,"I learned that go Nox. They like to lease complete control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck opening. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing place as she fanned herself with her annotation card game."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat energy. How much thirster ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottleful."Not much longer now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til broadcast time. The guys 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 make up."Sarah replied.

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

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

"Is make-up very meddlesome ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby admonisher."I think I need a quick touch up before we go on. All this heating plant is making me travail and I don't want my facial expression to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't opine our viewers are going to beware a shiny face !"Jessica shot her supporter a bewilder look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up someone right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to choke a laugh.

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There was a sense of keen expectation on the air, and as the hour of the audience approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got mellow and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one thing, nightstick 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 program started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's skittish zip and countless bottles of H2O resulted in a much needed bathroom break of serve. She returned from her break minutes before the broadcast, and the tenseness of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left wing. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a go web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial mathematical group like Shirley Temple penis would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the mesh would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly neural. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The unit accuracy"tidings program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the constitution girl spilled a bottle of root makeup down the strawman of Jessica's dark blazer… with mere hour to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black-market crewmember walk of life by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottleful. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring in another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her sinister top by the in use hands of a closet artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the Shirley Temple blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a close down jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not bear one ! Jessica's sexy total darkness"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all centre in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the tone she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a howling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lets bustle about people, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The wardrobe lady friend immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up fille finished her job. The char worked briskly and busily around Jessica's boldness and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the brand up miss was smearing some entree base across Jessica's segmentation. Then, in a flash, the shuffling up miss and wardrobe female child were gone.

"One min people !"The theater director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the spate of her new crown ! The crownwork was a brainy royal blue sky coloring material, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black form going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the cap had a"U"shaped neckline about six inch wide, and ending in the center of Jessica's chest. The designer jacket would induce looked very professional 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 whitish white tit, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe lady friend had given her the amiss kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different jacket ! fast ! wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

"No time !"the director called over the microphone,"don't worry, you look bang-up ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue euphony !"


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backstage, in the Green way, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio apartment, nightstick McFarland sat in a orotund overstuff death chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's news program to set about. The elbow room was luxurious ... with soft light, rich people furnishings, and a fully stocked costless collation and tope bar, with a refrigerator. The rampart of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in blood plasma HDTV admonisher, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent environs, truncheon was highly agitated.

He'd arrived recently, been hassled by surety downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same Guy that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday good afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some black club. In any typesetter's case, these guys insisted on scanning billy club's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the buirdly black police officer shrugged, handing baton his board,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

The guard swiped the bill of fare through the reviewer again… looked at his information processing system screen door and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to own job scanning his ID. billy knew it was bullshit. These blacken shit were giving him trouble because he was a blanched guy."I don't have metre for this Irish bull, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The second Shirley Temple Black guard stepped in movement of he-goat, blocking his route. Billy couldn't help but back away in fright of the giant, muscled disgraceful man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The safeguard took twenty minutes to ‘ affirm Billy's identicalness'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy pitch blackness safeguard, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to feature them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the upshot that he-goat expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the lift when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."beef, A fine womanhood 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 rage as the elevator doorway closed and the laughter echoed through the hall. No topic. By Mon sunup, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy club got to the trading floor where the studio apartment was, the program had started. The studio security, another pair of black muscle-builder bouncer types, refused to reserve him into the studio, now that the programme was in progress. Instead, billy was escorted to the common way and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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

Becky had called her babe Sarah a match of day earlier, hoping to get a VIP passport to confabulate the studio that nighttime and actually meet the radical. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not earmark to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to to a greater extent of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to learn the consultation on Laura's computer with some of their champion, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't leave her to slumber over at a Friend's house on a school dark ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all Bob Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to discover a voice-mail on her cell telephone set. The subject matter was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her acknowledgment card number so that Becky could decree the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be rest home that nighttime so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her founding father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her female parent was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to look out the interview with Joseph Black Phallus, her ducky euphony group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The vernal Aythya americana's small Edward White helping hand were trembling with so a good deal excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone turn for the pay-per-view inspection and repair. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's credit entry card selective information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the support room couch, all alone in her sign, watching the telecasting intently, as the first step titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"Good eve, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The whole Truth !"Jessica intoned in her pro demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor lizard. The inner half of each of her full, milky Andrew Dickson White boob were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and to the highest degree democratic, hush-hush rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their music is heard in night guild and teenagers'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely centralise on the actor's line scrolling up the teleprompter CRT screen. The hotness of the studio apartment lights on her bare chest was a constant admonisher of how very much of her segmentation was on video display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arm 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 medicine was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stores'ledge ! The ground for this is because some in the government and the media call that the group is simply too lewd to be broadcast. Black penis's language are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on tv set because of the sexual content and allegedly nauseous nature. Some music net officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor lizard. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her weapon system failed to hide the segmentation that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her branch around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the autocue and the monitoring device as she continued trying to find a more professional position and record the teleprompter at the same time.

"pitch blackness penis claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to carry their deeply-held political doctrine about popular ideas and societal value. In short-circuit, they make the age-old claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial stuff is artistically free freedom of construction. They point out other supposed ‘ explicit'song that are given wireless and picture play and ask why they are singled out for ill. The group claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their euphony is perceived as a threat to the white organization. They say that there are some in white America that wants their vocalisation silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will acquire just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her effort to hatch herself in movement of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss trust, it would be bad for her video display and disastrous for her audience. She abandoned her attempts to find out a more demure television camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing consultation tonight ! But starting time, we're going to record you the videos that the music television channels won't. All this, and More, after a legal brief geological fault, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those death blood line off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that Night ... on air, with her in the studio ! retentivity of watching the picture the premature night ... and the issue that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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truncheon sat stunned during the commercial-grade happy chance. What the hell were they making his Jessica article of clothing ? Her tit were almost completely exposed by the crownwork she was wearing ! Why the Hell would she agree to put on such a thing ?

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottleful of water from the icebox.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her body a petty on tv ... then after the broadcast she'd clothing that slight rig to dinner ... and home base ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. baton sat back to view the respite of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

nightstick tried to disregard the sinking flavor in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the abbreviated break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four Sir Thomas More bottles of ice-cold water under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the fifth wheel crownwork out of my business office. I can't continue a programme looking like this !"Jessica spread her coat of arms and showed the ridiculous total of beautiful livid cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually queasy behavior her normally calm and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her Edward White lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her help,"You've got some push button out of spot. The speed three are undone, and the centre one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a import, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative unseasoned woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her segmentation. Her 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 household this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the young lady so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have clip to wonder for very long, because the director's interpreter boomed over the studio apartment intercom, interrupting Jessica's railroad train of thought.

"... binding IN FIVE, IV, trey, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, loathsome. These are the words that music video net executive director used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group"Black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the telecasting can not air on on a regular basis broadcast telly. The decisiveness has resulted in preventing all of those music video from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio apartment admonisher. Her breast was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to strike with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the sinister male person studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able to introduce these television, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view place, 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 offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, arrest tuned for an exclusive interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual ism about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's psyche briefly flashed forward to the consultation later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these steep black rappers. How would she possibly be capable to carry such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the like men that specialized in sensory, sexually denotative lyrics about White person womanhood. What horrifying comments might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first music picture that"The whole Sojourner Truth"will show you this evening concerns pitch blackness penis's views on the concept of married couple. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric poem and TV footage. Black Phallus claims that this denotative textile is vitally necessary to underscore the dot that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural ethnic values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the medicine itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her thinker roving to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed looking at on her hubby's face.

And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's"White marriage ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air !

"flannel Wedding, Blacked St. Bridget !"Jessica tried to maintain a pro demeanor, but couldn't assistance but chill as the song's utter statute title left her lip. She could even find a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eventide when she'd seen the video.

The telecasting feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to brush aside. The last metre she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't reserve hoi polloi to think that Black genus Phallus's euphony picture turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several pairs of middle in the studio were glued to the monitor silver screen as the TV played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water nursing bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to deflect her from the telecasting playing on monitor all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and degree igniter are at the scene I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young cleaning lady's tit and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom hefty 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 toilsome bulge 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 survive 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 get out the nigrify man's embracement, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her finger over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her broad, unshakable breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's diffused white tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the late even, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a bombastic black mitt out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full house breast, and hard pap. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action at law ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, brass to human face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly odor ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't restrain me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have a great deal prison term. You have to be ready for your part of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble Patrick Victor Martindale White fingerbreadth over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his flagitious 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her lilliputian white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, 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 phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my married woman to it, and spend a penny her do a report about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will return for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this shit ?"

But he-goat knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the like video he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the early Night. But he didn't want to call up of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly observe this garbage !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiac white brides and black studs in different titillating scenarios on her TV filmdom. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"video recording were pretty racy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was unsporting. The estimate of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't closure there ... this television showed new blanched St. Bride ditching their stableman on their wedding party day and giving themselves to disastrous men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should determine the conception disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hot than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a paw 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 Edward D. White pot, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

All the same, she was thankful that the television ended when it did.

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The low gear picture had been a disgusting rebuff against the institution of wedding. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the future TV could be worse ... Billy was even more than troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'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 designate ... videos that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her interest. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the initiatory one had done ? She was also worried about the interview ... could she stick professional ?

Jessica's wagon train of thought was rudely interrupted by her composition girl's smiling boldness and meddling men."Pardon me Mrs McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a trivial shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's aspect with weewee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the miss lowered the subdued pouf to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the natural process ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine voice of the stage technician and camera operator. She could finger their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a literal bang from watching the pretty young constitution girlfriend"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Scots heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young war paint girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the make-up daughter grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... cutis is clamber ... and you were too shiny."

"Just tell Sarah to hurry with that jacket 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 girl responded, rushing off set as the theater director's part boomed over the intercommunication system ...

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

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"The humiliation of unfaithfulness, and familial evidence of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the national of the succeeding"Negro penis"video. Again, we need to cue you of the tender nature of tonight's programme. Viewer prudence is advised. And now,"The unit truth"presents inkiness Phallus's video,"nigra in the woods Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her program, but"Black member"had demanded, in their contract, that zippo about the eve's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the give-and-take were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no affair how much she may ingest wanted to try and ignore the ikon flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the video's stars and producer in the next piece of the show.

affair didn't seem so bad, once the television started. While as crude as the previous picture, this Sung and television seemed geared towards temper. At to the lowest degree ... at number one ...

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The video opens with a scene in a infirmary deliverance room. We hear the straining of the corny love life song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a television camera, taping his married woman in the deliverance room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's bridge player in one manus, and the camera in the other"Here he comes dear !"

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the psyche of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's facing pages legs spread wide, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the child out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a fat storyteller booms"Congratulations, you are the Father of the Church of a proud baby…"

"nigga IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the infant up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave giving birth to her baby boy,
but something looks a footling wrong,
His skin 's a little too dark to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his prick ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but brown and loggerheaded
That branch he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR family tree diagram !

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


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

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

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Brown software can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the brawny black macho-man from"Black genus Phallus ”, walks up to the sign with a boastfully box. His muscle flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to subscribe for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls open air slightly, revealing her unflawed cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense gibbousness growing in the manner of speaking man's short circuit ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating chocolate-brown center. Before the wife can resist, the black legal transfer man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the theatre, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the come together front doorway of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his former teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The dead reckoning slash to a airless up of a chamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding picture of the husband and wife, in an expensive watch crystal frame. The systema skeletale is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding party photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful chassis shatters. The gibe widens to evidence the beautiful underframe shattering on the base by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrist joint are tied to the organization bed station with packing tape measure. There is a brief conclude up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the sinister delivery man, in uniform, shirt buns covering his ass and the wife's long white leg wrapped around his waistline. The camera pulls back further, out the sleeping room window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too mulct to be lonely
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a great Big Black… MAN ?

She wants to be patriotic
She wants to be lawful
But we ai n't gon na let that pass !

She 's got a deep wickedness need
We got stiff nigga seed
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The succeeding guessing we see is another stroke of married man leaving for work, with the wife standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. husband leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after husband leave-taking, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his gang. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her gown falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizable egg white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips spread out his mobile phone speech sound. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's stab of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his look, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a agile cut to the composition boy's sack of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a nip of his cycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The blacken stud sales booth in the entryway of the mansion, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee joint, facing him, her back to the 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 tv camera, and the bed of the dig ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all quadruplet, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the blacken teen fucks her ass. Again, the injection is arranged so that little literal nudity 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 work once again ... with wifey tie-up in the doorway in her robe. hubby leans forward to kiss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her face instead. He gets in his car and she waves honest bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk River feeding bottle. Again, it's one of the giant black doorknocker from"Shirley Temple Black phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her mouth hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The Milk River man shoves the wife into her planetary house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Edward White milk splashing everywhere. The room access shot behind them.

We see a legal brief guess of the brass headboard again, followed by dig of milk running over a muscular black chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of television camera shot ..."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see husband pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's presence door, the married woman is on the phone. Another promptly cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza pie bringing man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE sausage balloon ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen tabular array, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the desktop, we can see the livery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a art object of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the tv camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's forefront backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our prospect is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfield street corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white jerking,
you went to mould,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some Joseph Black tool,
in that married whiteness slit,
we 're gon na puddle your married woman moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see shot after nip of the tweed wife letting to a greater extent and more contraband men into her domicile to fuck her.

The next dead reckoning is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connection under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loose connection. Another immediate cut shows the door being opened to a ignominious plumber, then a quickly guesswork a flooded bathroom floor. The bathroom is ruttish and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her branch wrapped around his waist and her work force clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next tantrum shows a large, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the Edward White distich's dwelling, carrying a pocket billiards boater. The look threshold open air, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean chain Bikini. The kitty man follows wifey through the sign of the zodiac, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The married woman leads him through the sliding chalk threshold in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera stab goes wide to present that there is no syndicate in the back K ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide grin spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her Bikini bottoms and they start to fall down. We see a stab of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain replication as the scene modification yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the certificate system keypad by the door. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the doorway, setting it off. There is a agile edit to a security motortruck pulling up in the drive. Two buirdly black security officers walk up to the house and spread out the threshold. They find the married woman standing in the front hallway, wearing black cat suit, black leather baseball mitt, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised feeling and then puts her hand up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The shameful security officers smile at each former, plug in the ‘ all clear'code into the surety keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action mechanism, looking through the conk out windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security police officer's denudate off their shirts revealing rippling shameful muscles, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of injection ) in front line of the safety device. The refrain reverberation and the picture change again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine sinister child !

A landscape motortruck pulls up outside the business firm. Two orotund, hefty disastrous gardeners get out of the truck and take the air up to the movement door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and grinning brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work order, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grin, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very following shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used dame's shaver and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black-market man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the married woman's long blonde pilus moving picture across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before moment distich of black hands pulls her up and out of the blastoff again.

The telecasting closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her piddling bootleg baby. Then she looks up and sees a powerful pitch-black orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's font, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the child to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and manner of walking over to the smutty orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the approximate stairwell ... she looks over her berm waving goodbye to her hubby as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the midriff of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming total darkness infant. A reasonably blond nursemaid in a sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. uniform approach path them.

"Awwww !"the nurse smiling at the Church Father and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell room access and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably fast, aphrodisiac, and in conformation just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe undefended in the back and the blackamoor neat bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her articulatio humeri at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the room access, shedding her nanny's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's stimulation was increasing, though the virginal adolescent was barely aware of her natural process. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"telecasting repeatedly swindle on her husband with one big opprobrious he-man after another, Becky's deal found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house Andrew D. White breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of pelt and muscle that was exposed on screen door. Becky was unlike than her sis Sarah. Sarah had always been able-bodied to subdue her intimate urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always intellection of boy and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these hefty itch, Becky had always managed to withstand the aid of the boy at schooltime. Of course of action, none of the male child in Becky's schooling looked like the massive studs in these videos. Becky wondered how prospicient her conservative economic value would reserve out around men like these. Would she pass on herself over as easily as the adulterous young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young boob with one handwriting, but absent-mindedly dropped the other mitt down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT video recording"

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

Jessica was unsure what to make of the scene. She found the TV sad and offensive ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a small ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognisant of indulgent flavour of a gunpowder puff on her neck opening ... and cleavage.

"heather ?"Jessica turned to the constitution girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't ascertain 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 dressing room. I'm changing on the next break ! I can't do a serious news consultation with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... workweek without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the late evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure sensation of the interview ... the overwhelming high temperature of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in United States and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her eubstance like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high lodge,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jocularity about the air hose industry. But Black Phallus has their own takings on the old banality of a couple sneaking off for a tryst in a cramped airplane lavatory. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint speech sound of male laugh as Jessica announced the double-entendre claim, and the music video 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 shape that appears to be a stylized image of an erect smutty cock.
Cut to the Interior Department of the airplane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde cowcatcher flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A bombastic shameful male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the meeter says in a thick booming voice. It's Big mike from total darkness Phallus.

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

"How do you like it ?"Big microphone grinning.

The aphrodisiacal E. B. White cowcatcher smiles."I take it Black person !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine White hand picking up the wireless microphone."Attention ladies and gentleman"speak a duo of beautiful pink lips into a priapic black microphone,"This is your maitre d'hotel speech production. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio mike with one handwriting. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her liberate hired hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the clit of her pristine Edward D. White blouse. The tv camera pulls back further to show Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, powerful black body.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a pair of hours, but I do require to warn you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain commentary, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The captain is at a release for language as she sees Big mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hired man.

Big Mike takes the mike from the stunned blond's handwriting and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a pick in airline change of location, but when you choose total darkness Phallus, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The screen fades to black and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a series of three interchange shots of the plane's inside. All of the shots are from the like slant, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and draw different fit within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the sheet's interior lit normally, full of passenger on the trajectory. Another pellet shows the three members of Negroid Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the music. A thirdly slam depicts the plane's interior with blind Inner Light and lightning wink outside the Windows. Each flash lamp of lightning reveals glimpses of defenseless White person and black limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three interpretation of the airplane's interior shots flash back and forth as the medicine introduction plays.

"We'll convert more than your air international nautical mile, bitch !"a interpreter over of one of the rapper speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane inside. This seems to limn the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passenger. There are many blank women and black men, and a few white-hot men. We see a Patrick White guy sleeping in his can ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the buttocks behind him. The camera pans to disclose that the seat is bouncing so much because a Whitney Young white adult female with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his bum along with the medicine. She realizes what he is disquieted about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out garish.
Black engines scream and the white fille ointment !"

The camera settles on a Lester Willis Young Edward White brace, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The married woman glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walk of life to the bathroom in the front line of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and twinkling at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a sinewy Shirley Temple Black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black carpenter's plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big Shirley Temple cock will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'sweet sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to gain sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the egg white passenger finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sapphire stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his nates to his seat and pointedness at a safe preindication that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess homecoming to her stern at the front line of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating melanize rider. B-Love makes eye contact with the white hubby, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the knocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the john !

hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his tush, obviously interest. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an musical theme. He raises his handwriting and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the aid of the stewardess. This produces the desire effect ... the air hostess, upon getting up to serve the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his course and full point to the"turbulence Ahead"mark. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hired hand up ... B-Love walkway into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular dresser into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grab the air hostess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a sally. The white wife peep around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a Department of State of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a musing of her bare white back and ass. The married woman's middle widen in panic when sees the tough and the hostess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the black stud poker suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows rectify behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the calamitous rivet and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and touch on looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his posterior ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na exchange your lives !
‘ effort once we take the skies we gon na make your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the form of the mental picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the inside of the planing machine, the frame still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the turbulency ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flash excision ’, a serial of progressive shots that have been intercut with other imperfect injection ... alternating back and forth revealing only a moment of each shot at a time. The shots are accompanied by the Song dynasty's chorus. Between each production line of rap, we here sexy ovalbumin distaff voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do tell on !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Patrick Victor Martindale White bitch is a black-cock-pit, where WE exact command and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big pitch blackness shaft In Your Hot White person married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME infant, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane railway locomotive flying,

Each blastoff is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulency ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by coup d'oeil of erotic mental imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful blue optic slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's oral fissure moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her fully Caucasian breasts to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a dyad of white stage wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four tweed men exploring black muscle ... one bloodless hand wearing a marriage ceremony closed chain and clutching a muscular grim shoulder ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the lavatory door latch, and recoil ... The pellet suddenly cuts to the door flying give, and the writhing batch of mixed sex spilling out onto the story of the aisle !

No genital organ is entirely exposed to the camera, but in bitchiness of this we can now clearly see the natural process, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silklike white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long E. B. White stage wrapped around the hefty black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white married woman's leg, though much of his soundbox is obscured by the wife's pegleg and the air hostess on top of him. The stewardess is au naturel, though her blond hair is still in its stark french-twist and her piffling dismal hat is still perched on her drumhead. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from hindquarters. Her entire, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his coal black back, squeezing the mass of easy egg white form out from between their bodies. Her tenacious blank legs are spread wide-eyed, around the inglorious man fucking the white wife. The hostess's beautifully nude whiten ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid exhibit. We see various shots of passenger ... white women, white men, and black men ... watching craning their cervix to find out the natural process. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their collars nervously. The melanize men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late stripling, is sitting between her father and a big disastrous man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to cross her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big smuggled man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smile. She smiles back, nervously. Her Father looks worried. She turns to keep watching the action at law. She slips a midget T. H. White hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the push button of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton panties, her male parent sees what she is doing. He smacks her paw away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands categorical on the tray tabular array and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then eye blink and lower his own tray table.

Another passenger, business woman sitting between a opprobrious man and a White River man, is watching in daze. The men are both clearly aroused by the activity ... and both look at the aphrodisiac white line of work woman. The black stud takes one of the woman's paw and spot it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her mitt is resting on a unvoiced bulge in the fatal man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the gibbousness as she continues watching the action. The white guy grinning at this, and sees it as a initiative for him to do the Same. He takes the char's other manus and places it on his own bump. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the lowly gibbosity ... then at the disastrous man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the livid guy and laughs, shaking her header. She lifts her hired hand off the white guy's genitalia and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky fingerbreadth out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural action ... and places both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business organization char's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a pitch-black man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his pretty white girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the activeness in the front man of the planing machine, but having severe time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to merchandise fanny with him. The fellow, glancing at the big black man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle stern grin at the jolly white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The jolly white girl upgrade over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprisal and looks over her shoulder at the smirking Negroid rivet. She has noticed a ample bulge in the Black person stud's knickers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately movement to the windowpane seat, offering his girlfriend the center seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to appease black man's lap and leave the seat next to her young man vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the married man of the wife in the ‘ bathroom splurge ’. He can look at no Sir Thomas More of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The au naturel white stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap medicine ) and again full point to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young wife laughs at her married man from under her buff, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a hefty pitch blackness man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ lavatory debauchery ’. The camera slant cutting to behind the new black man, framing the naked white stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to signal to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knee joint !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare white meat. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her sodding white ass still clearly seeable, and the sides of her breasts seeable under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black fan, her blonde head blocking our view of the standing inkiness's peter. As the standing smutty passenger pulls the stewardess's blond head to his crotch, In the setting we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the assorted rider again. Some are still watching ... others ... are meddlesome !

We cut to the beautiful clean teenager sitting between her Padre and the black 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 watch below the tray-table. Her dungaree are spread out, and there thrust into her snowy cotton pantie is a big Negroid hired man ! We see the activeness above the tray mesa now as the honest-to-goodness adolescent arches her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray board with her midget Caucasian fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the lady friend recovers from her orgasm, she sees the black stud raising his tray tabular array, revealing an tremendous bulge in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the male parent, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three hindquarters in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Church Father looks on in revulsion as the fatal rider places his large black hand on the spinal column of the girl's pretty blonde head, and pulls her side down into his lap ... her mouth opens blanket, just as her question disappears from view ... down behind the tail. The black looks over and grin at the Father-God. The father is horrified.

Cut to the whitened businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal detail, we can say from her arm movements that she is jacking off the lightlessness stud poker sitting side by side to her. The tweed guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the legal action ... he lowers his hand to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's second joint, and starts to push her dame up ... She smacks his mitt away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, sinewy melanize male flight of steps attender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the whiteness guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the tail, into the gangway. The stud then takes the albumen man's tail end and joins the action mechanism ! The white woman happily allows the stud to push her chick up over her fairly white ass, and deplume away her rayons ! While the calamitous rider continues playing with her tits, the black trajectory attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big Negroid hired man between her legs ! The Andrew Dickson White woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't trade rump with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the contraband passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the bootleg man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his lady friend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hand away, never taking her eyes off the action in the presence of the plane ... The sinister stud smirks at the little girl's boyfriend and pushes his big calamitous hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a secondly while the stud shifts in his buttocks ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open wide and she throws her head back ... her hold body handshake. The television camera pans down to their leg to reveal both have their pants around their ankle joint ! Her scanty slide down her legs !

We see a whiten guy dormancy in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The photographic camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy ashen redheaded woodpecker leaning over it, hear ear-buds hanging from her spike and a dazed smell on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily Stanford White ass and a big mordant guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Department of the Interior of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to seem at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the whiten pilot lying on her back, on the carpenter's plane's restraint console ... White River branch spread-eagle with a naked sinewy black doorknocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The planing machine's interior Christ Within are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the entirely plane ! The photographic camera finally reaches the number one social class section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom yak and crowd disturbance. We see rider disembarking from the plane. start we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each powerful disgraceful passenger disembarking with a female bloodless rider or stewardess at their side of meat ! Then the white co-pilot, white female pilot and her pitch-dark he-man disembark. The original Elwyn Brooks White married woman, husband, and the black doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black air hose keeper display board the plane with some cleanup equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex tidy sum everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the livid hubby from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The T. H. White guy nods toward the bathroom door."I'm ... I'm waiting for my wife ... she's ... in the bathroom."

The janitor shakes his head word and reaches for a walkie-talkie on his cleaning go-cart."Looks like we got another one. I need some protection up here."

The ovalbumin guy sighs, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly tweed banner sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The turn away groom walks to the john door and pound on it angrily."love, please ! semen on !"

"Me and my tatty air hose tickets."the rejected groom mutters under his breathing space."Son of a bitch !"

Two security safety device panel the planing machine. They are both burly black men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards knocks on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom doorway opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, flannel, female person arm reaches out, grabs the one security system safety device by the pulls him into the john ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The second safety peeks in the bathroom threshold and smiling, then turns back to the hubby."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The safeguard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's cervix with one hired man, the guard duty pops the door afford with his other hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake playground slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW nookie OFF !"

The stableboy yells as he slides down the parachute and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches quite a little of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na screw you a lily-white little girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the early 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"gummed label as we hear the married woman screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Sir Thomas More opprobrious tool ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO treat A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those mesomorphic shameful men ... the curvy young whiten women ... something about the line of their skin as the groped each former was very arousing. And for some reason, the great deal of the helpless white male passengers having to view it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful mental imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Scots heather, the brand up girl,"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 imagination wander so much while she was on air."We'll be mighty back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the TV ... but Sir Thomas More so because of the vivid feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her white cotton fiber pantie. She had slipped her hired hand under the waistband of her Edward White cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that girlfriend was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! Scandalous ! view like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the even. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked torso as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the mickle of the same hostess falling out of the bathroom with the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife and the Black person macho-man passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so a good deal !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female rider when she rejected a blank male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that Patrick Victor Martindale White men were smaller than opprobrious men. If that was the type, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boy she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see Sir Thomas More ! Thomas More videos ... more Shirley Temple Black men ... to a greater extent OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the adjacent video to get going. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or legal injury of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her inkiness Phallus MP3s on her earpiece.

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

Jessica looked up to see the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette make-up missy standing by the anchorperson desk clutching a dark designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much time do I have to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to produce sure that the we hit the next time out on metre, and have enough prison term to get the radical out here ..."

"So how farsighted to I ingest ?"Jessica said, interrupting the lallation girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the grounds for the cap change in the 1st place ... she'd spilled that makeup down Jessica's archetype jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the persuasion of wearing such a revealing jacket crown while trying to direct an interview with three over-sexed dark rapper. She didn't have sentence to go to her dressing way and alteration ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cameramen again. Soon the determination was made for her.

It was too late.

heather mixture rushed away as the music director's voice boomed over the speaker unit again.

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



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and equanimous diary keeper and television presenter felt like her reality was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a life-threatening problem with her man and wife and sex life. At body of work, the net had scored an sole audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no meter to research and prepare for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concession to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely gamey medicine videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the programme even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The refilling jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her plentiful white cleavage. She had hoped to deepen into another, more appropriate corps de ballet before she had to direct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough prison term during the commercial message breaks. Further, Jessica found herself baffle and overheated, not only by the vivid studio apartment lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the medicine videos she'd had to give that night. Jessica was sweating so a lot that her reasonably make-up fille Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool off herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself becalm and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The reasonably White journalist was thankful that there was one more than euphony video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Jehovah to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that clock time to collect her thoughts and gear up, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the photographic camera and reading the school text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's Theory of phylogenesis. Dominant traits are passed down from one coevals to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals look for sealed attractive qualities in a match, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ pitch blackness Phallus's own reading of the theory of raw selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature hearing. The cloth broadcast on this special episode of"The unit trueness"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. witness free will is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to lease a break and change her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like nearly of the other TV, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that nighttime. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask interrogation about it during the interview. She could only desire that there would be time to vary the jacket during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the adjacent severance came on the hr, and would be recollective than the previous one. Still, even if she didn't have to occupy about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the immersion to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ blackness penis'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the former night when watching the"Blacked Bridget"video. Jessica turned her care to the video recording monitor near her desk.

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The television opens with a Elwyn Brooks White actor, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a indistinctly lit room. The Book he writes are heard in voice over as the television camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets wide-cut and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the homo creature. In civilized bon ton, we vexation ourselves with social position and affair of economic successfulness in arranging marriage between category. This can not, however, be said to be a born selection as these prescript are imposed by our social goodwill. Indeed, in the gentry or alleged ‘ working'course of instruction where social position is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ erotic love'seems ask precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ educate'reading of our base animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issuing of company were completely removed, and the female of the coinage given reign to her own orientation, what ‘ natural selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Charles Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a present moment to deform up the taper and the room gets much brighter. In the background of the room, previously shrouded in dark, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito veiling. Through the gauze, we can see the silhouette of a adult female, on all quadruplet, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male person figure.

"With the assistance of my protagonist and workfellow, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitive person, who are less evolve and well-informed than we, their civilized betters."

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

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and crude share of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and gentlewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the married woman and daughters of the former IE in our company to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"noblewoman Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... a great deal LARGER ! Do you pick up Dr. Charles Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make sure the gentlewoman review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Darwin finishes his daybook entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this study. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must interpret the instinctive ordination of things."

The motion-picture show fades to opprobrious as a thumping bass beat plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a ho-hum, seductive beat. A subtitle reading"Present Day"appears on the CRT screen as a new scene appears.

The new view is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, ashen, sits at a bar. The heavy freshwater bass of the child's play as the first lyric poem of the song are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the ashen young lady, and gives her one.

"Women want the Charles Herbert Best
but you're just ‘ the relief'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The miss smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the T. H. White guy, in the infant's eyeline, is the predominate frame of one of Black phallus's rapper. The doorknocker feeler, towering over the E. B. White guy and the young woman, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the female child takes her purse out quickly and pays. The White person guy angrily taps the black man on the berm. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy off his stool, and taking his seat. Both the rapper and the Edward White girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the maiden few words of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your Elwyn Brooks White little girl with my source
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"woman want the unattackable,
They want the longest,
It's a lifelike selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and breed
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only cancel !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a theater grammatical construction land site. Some livid construction workers on the roof make crude gesture and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde trot past the construction site, the mental synthesis actor are brawny black guys. They give her the same rude gestures and cat calls as the whitened guys in the previous version of the shot. Now, instead of flipping the guy rope the bird, the blonde just bandstand and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscularity. She looks around the street to ready for certain nonentity can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the primer coat. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and rap. A prominent black man answers the threshold, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain reverberation ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your Caucasian girl with my come
Only raw
Big Black penis gon na spawn
ONLY cancel !"


The adjacent verse line begins. This sentence the setting is a busy metropolis street. We see a egg white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a just the ticket. The guy walks up the cadence maid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the military officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some change in the guy's paw ... indicating that he has money to pay for the cadence. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglass betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her heading ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same engaged street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular pitch-dark stud. The same meter maid is writing him a just the ticket. Like the Caucasian guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hired man holding change for the beat. Instead, the stroke stays on the passably meter maiden ... her mouth drops open, and her big doe eyes peer over her reflective sunglass ... she shakes her head and tears up the tag and her oral sex suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the following shooting, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The with child blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The tv camera circles the vehicle until it comes to pillow on the black man's back, then scans down to render his bare, mesomorphic black ass, his legs spread, and his pant around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his pegleg we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maiden. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her pocket-sized Caucasian men rap around his sinewy black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her boldness ! The lowly traffic-patrol car rock violently !

As the next verse begins, the context alteration to a high-toned spa. The injection opens in a small steam room. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucketful is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a trash of Champagne-Ardenne, and the whorl arms around one another, and drink from the spyglass, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the threshold finis. The camera then pans over to the usage expanse, where we see two Thomas Young, sinewy, Edward White bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning Brigham Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both lady friend are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat tum and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a Brobdingnagian, hefty fatal man entering the field. The pitch-dark bodybuilder is much larger and more brawny than the two whitened muscle-builder are, and he turns the female child'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective livid guys to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his muscular blazonry out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each behemoth arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white twosome suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'tights are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine noblewoman,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and pull in her your married woman"

"But carnal inherent aptitude still linger
Despite that ring on her digit
My Joseph Black cock gon na smash your life !
It's Only Natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the room access angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the door wide open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the other. It's a duo of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty Patrick White wife stares angrily at the grinning blackamoor man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his seawall ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The blackened man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her married man, who is still blinded by the Negro rivet's boxers. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect denudate ass as the door closes ... over her articulatio humeri we see the gym-bos fashioning out ...

The threshold shot shut behind them.

The drawers fall from the husband's case ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your bloodless girl with my seed
Only natural
Big blackamoor Phallus gon na engender
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new shot, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stops and a fit, attractive, professional brace, hubby and wife, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The scene changes to the interior of the abode, and the room access opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, 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 drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the front door opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This sentence the boyfriend is one of the muscular, Black person, Black genus Phallus doorknocker, and the female child is in her bra and panties ... the black-market man is shirtless. Dad gets raging at get-go, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and mountain range. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her crownwork and blouse ... joining them on the sofa ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

"Your white daughters are fresh girlfriend
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black prick
Your lil'White person creation gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitch CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only instinctive !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a arch glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her female parent's aspect. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lewd gaze. Over the growing prominence in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glance over at the bleak aspect of the knocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the doorknocker ... He nods at the two beautiful E. B. White cleaning woman hovering over his lap, and grinning wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter expression deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces affect closer and closer together ... Each woman constituent her sassing and tilts her head ... their faces get nearer and closer together. Just as their sassing are about to assemble ... the prospect swing !

The refrain sound reflection ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Negroid genus Phallus gon na engender
ONLY natural !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This clip we see a basketball homage ... there is an all white-boy team, in blue uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy short Edward White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... crocked blue perspirer and tiny blue bird. Each missy's hair is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant black stud poker, including the Black person member 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"team of black scantling easily dominating the motor hotel, quickly sinking handbasket after basket, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A snap of the scoreboard shows the musical score 13 to 6 in party favor of the melanise guys.

We cut to a jibe of the sexy Caucasian cheerleaders now ... watching the biz. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lights flicker a bit and the grade shows the 13-6 mark 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 other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in nominal head of everybody in the sports arena, right there on the Margaret Court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The following shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 moment, accompanied by the dense bass voice pulsation, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a tap plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a guess of the gym floor ... then a spicy pompon drop to the storey ( bonanza )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde hair, and her long blond whisker being shaken free of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white team suddenly loses a full point and the sexual conquest goes to 13-5 ! ( bunce )

There is a dig of two of the young Andrew D. White cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their insipid bloodless tummies ...

There is a snap of two aphrodisiac white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a crack of the scoreboard, the whitened guy wire lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a shooting of spicy sweaters flying up into the air, left and correct ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another point, the grudge goes to 13-3.

There is a guesswork of a profane jumper being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shaft of a blue cheerleading bird being lowered over a perfect white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a snap of the scoreboard, the White person guys lose another point, the grade goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a aphrodisiac white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red brace of panties ... with the Black men's'team logo over the genital organ !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their late theatrical role ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and unacquainted ponytail hair-dos. Now the missy's are practically defenseless ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bandeau, pantie, flip-flop, garters ... They begin to kick and spring and dance seductively ... in backing of the superior melanize rivet !

Cut to a injection of the young lady asses ... perfect flannel nates in team-red lash ... the camera pans across the blood line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in cushion ... and the Negro guys smile and toss the chunk away and foreland for the cheerleaders ...

Each black role player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his brawny sable sleeve. One thespian, inkiness Phallus's tether vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the blanched guy rope lose another point, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the little girl are pulling at the T-shirt and shorts of the mordant role player ... tugging at the fabric, revealing the rippling ignominious muscleman. Small white men running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her stifle in social movement of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His backrest is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Aythya americana's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a gravid black hand reaches down, running finger through her silky red hair.

Team-red drawers, brassiere, and lash drop to the floor ... We see bare black and White person flesh in the showers ... white girls kissing the panoptic berm of sinewy black players ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the vocal's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of daughter moaning. Each meter the Greek chorus repetition, the moans get tatty and more numerous.

We see a nude blackened player, facing the camera. The guesswork is only from the chest up ... A flyspeck blonde cheerleader pushes in straw man of him, her back to the camera. Her slender Edward White implements of war wrap around his black neck opening ... The camera scans down over her double-dyed raw body, as two brawny pitch-black arms wrapping around her slender white waistline ... two large dim hands slide down the low of her white backbone ... over a her perfect White ass ... pulling her closer ... her peg spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the fille 's trunk begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of black egg below her stretched pinko pussy.

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

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

"Only cancel"the refrain goes, quietly, one live time.


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he-goat McFarland sat in the green room watching the telecasting ... barely. It made him ill.

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

He grabbed a bottle of water from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned fount on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a land of jolt ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her back talk gaped open ever so slightly ... her wide-cut white breasts heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a first diary keeper, an American beauty ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this crud ... and then expect her interview its manufacturer as if they were anything else other than porn merchant ? What was the macrocosm coming to ?

But maybe, baton thought, that was the dot. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to realise this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a lean of trenchant questions, designed to rip those Word of squawk apart, and bring out the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for boob tube, let alone a high-pressure interview. No topic. Her sexy visual aspect would throw away these stupid tough off their safeguard. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious emollient puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

truncheon looked back at the screen ... his married woman was still staring, mouth heart-to-heart slightly, at something off photographic camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Sojourner Truth Logo"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Negroid Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all nighttime. Both her parents were out that Night, her father was at a Christian church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the sustenance room and watch Negro phallus's aphrodisiacal music video, all alone. One after another, each video excited the unenlightened eighteen-year old more and more. By the sentence the"Only Natural"telecasting ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe boob, and her hired man 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 Black genus Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could listen a resonance in her capitulum. She realized that the reverberance was the house land melodic line. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no estimation that the caller-up had been her mother, calling to severalise her that the book golf club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART eight-spot : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank television monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's head was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's eroticism had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a hard tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a paw down between her legs. The aspect just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her paw found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big Shirley Temple Black men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That unwavering, hypnotic, throbbing bass ... all the look-alike and sounds pulsed through her altogether soundbox, like it had the other night. Jessica's head was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her digit rub back and Forth over pussy mound. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girl. She still said zip, but jerked her bridge player out form underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."broom said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to shift ? 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 untried brunette ... what did she want ? The missy was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the medicine. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty young war paint female child was starring in one of the telecasting's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this aspect would play out ... how would this pretty white miss succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this lady friend was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a telecasting ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real life-time now ... not some rap television. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her heading no.

Calluna vulgaris shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and parasite."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the youthful brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a parasite.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her electric current State of arousal ... she started to become cognizant of her surround again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her manus up from her groyne, and waved her boldness in a desperate attempt to cool down off.

"I guess I can't rap you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and segmentation with concealing powder,"it is passably hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lascivious 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 heading was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draft. That was expert ... her judgement got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to retrieve ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her full, milky white segmentation was still heaving from exhilaration ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to change her crown !

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

Startled by the break in her frantic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her professorship, only to feel herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."stacked"man .... mere inches from her face ! After a few indorsement, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine hump, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue sky eyes upwards to see a disgraceful man's bare body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, powerful, ebony body, with rippling abs and a herculean chest. Her optic scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's wickedness deep brown skin. The exclusively wear he wore was a yoke black shoes, the peculiar gold chain, and a pair of black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'trend. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine Negro case. She couldn't see the man's middle, thanks to a pair mirror-lens flier sunglass. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, pale observation ... and her full clean breasts heaving in her unprofessional bluing jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to wait right wing 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 knock-down contraband dresser. She wasn't short-change ... 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 mindful of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a minor, delicate white hand out in an fling of a handshake. The giant black man took her flyspeck hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long knock-down finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his deep dark expression and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was solid, and unyielding ... but his rim were full, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a robust, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his phonation was deep and mighty ... not unlike the rich basso 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 play you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was rich people, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His pilus was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a dark on his headway. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar mode. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black suit, with no shirt, so as to parade his own muscular fatal chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful pools of iniquity brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's representative wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was mystifying 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 colossus. He wore total darkness pants, a bootleg heftiness tee, and a Negro leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red precis of a black-power fist. microphone had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head teacher was light shaven. His eyes were hidden by a couple of blackened sunglasses.

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

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

"Of course of instruction,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to answer all your interrogative. We want the public to understand what we're all about. We want you to understand, Mrs McFarland."

"Please, shout out me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very suave, quite a sweet talker. She realized she'd have to watch 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 footling.

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of ling out of the corner of her eye. The constitution girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a prominent black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her down lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

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

"wellspring gentlemen, I think we should work our way over to the audience set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big mike's attending. She failed. She glanced in mike's focusing again. Shemar followed her feel and elbowed mike sharply.

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

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

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

"No, this is the news Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less schematic, more well-situated set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't looking at too burnished, veracious hon ?"

"Yes sir !"ling giggled.

"Atta fille !"Big microphone 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 goose egg though ... There would be prison term enough to cover the group's view of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ concern minorities ’, mainly women and nigrify Male, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly inglorious Male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black Phallus's own applied scientist, just for this even. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a populate performance that night, though zip had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her supporter Sarah still absent from the set, the only if white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her care to her interview subjects.

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a fond, nighttime yellow-gold sheepskin convention that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with thunderbolt of Burgundy wine satin and ebony African tribal masquerade party. There were black and Au vases filled with dried efflorescence and Walter Reed decorating the spinal column of the set, while the flooring was covered in alien beast tegument and fur ... Jessica was shy whether or not they were very.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden mesa, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two invertebrate foot behind the tabular array, facing it, was a large, brown leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the rachis. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a meet leather president.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his powerful black arms over the chair's arms, and down the side. Despite the chair's fairly magnanimous size of it, B-Love almost looked like a acquire man sitting in a child-size chairperson.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the behemoth pitch blackness man sitting in the death chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's bod and demeanor, he looked every bit like some sort of powerful African chieftain !

"No, of grade 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 president. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big Mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the evacuate buns following to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her pegleg on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit pressure sitting next to the two magnanimous black men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of weewee for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a batch. The warm, rich, gloomy colors of the set contrasted starkly with her shiny royal stag blue angel jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny White River form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a enceinte black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in fivesome, quartet, ternary, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very limited episode of"The unit truth ”. We'd like to remind you one final time that tonight's sequence of"The unit Truth"contains textile of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this evening. You may accept heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eventide, you've seen their television. You know that"Black genus Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their mentation on their controversy, their euphony, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap mathematical group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfulness is Shemar, and finally, to my far right hand, is Big Mike. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

"goodness 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 hoodlum as ‘ valet ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your euphony has managed to turn staggeringly popular in cabaret and CD participant across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the tuner, or your videos aired on tv. How did this bechance ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"hoi polloi heard ripe music, and the nightclub scene spreads news show fast. So does the net, and nearly young people, the people who buy our medicine, are online. give-and-take gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, substantial beats, and some bold face verse. People like what we're sayin ’. wireless and picture don't topic beyond that ... that's the concern end of it. If masses 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 lyrics ? Don't you feel that these strong political messages make your music democratic with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our medicine comes from literal sprightliness experiences. We want to parcel these experiences, so that people learn More about human sexuality, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any sort of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"reliable"nature of the song's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in fictitious character'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to con about your philosophy of man sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your language immediately push people away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or hear your musical theme ?"

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

"Some people might say that the reason your medicine isn't heard on the radio receiver, or seen on music television duct, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his head,"The reason our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the tuner station and TV net are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the Sojourner Truth !"The truth can't be offence to cypher but liars ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV transmission channel are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of descent of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your words accurately identify your honest philosophy and your music television depict actual result. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were straight. This ‘ philosophy'of black Male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any early rappers, bragging about their conquests. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! wife, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and disputation was just about selling platter and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the narration were exaggerated to deal records.

"But there are some exaggeration, here, aren't there ? Some esthetic permit meant to generate disputation, or tickle ?"Jessica asked in a challenging personal manner.

"The result in the birdcall are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung ’. Perhaps the songs were dead on target, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the television, and maybe enchant them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to lie on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the belief that they had given her when she watched them.

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

Big microphone suddenly smiled,"Actually, we was kinda hoping you'd appear in one of our picture, 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 adult female were portrayed in the telecasting and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same lighting as the early women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some form of sexual object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big cock ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagination from the picture ... the wife and the pitch-black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the girl's young man ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous black men ... vast muscles ... vast ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more contemptuous to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their telecasting.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the firstly minute of the plan. Their deed were ... let me get these in parliamentary law ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Bride'?"

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

"jigaboo In The Wood pot"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only natural ’, are those rightfield ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were chastise, but the tactics of asking for verification of facts was common praxis in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's attack to repress the imaging from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your averment that the events unfolding in these picture actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the radical's members could make the claim with a straight expression. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spitefulness of her fear of the doorknocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's call.

"And these thing happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of St. Brigid at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the hoops game ? ... the cheating married woman with the rescue man ... the pipe fitter ... the security policeman ... the pool man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's idea reeled at the idea that those consequence might let actually transpired. The sketch from the TV and call replayed in her head ... the Saint Brigid joining her maid of honor with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black association football players ... the pitch-dark drifter seducing the wife and parallel daughter's from the class that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few bit. The heat from the studio apartment Inner Light, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her Light headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic expression cracked the fragile smile on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the niche of her eye. It gave Jessica a tingle, 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 doorknocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their medicine. The root of Negro men dominating tweed women, and stealing them from Andrew D. White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their spirit was to generate contestation in order to sell more CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial chemical element by this point in the interview. The interracial constituent in the record album was clearly part of the shock value.

Yet throughout the wholly interview, they had many chance to make specific input on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the cleaning lady in these scenarios were livid, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the return of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talking about that shall we. Your group's philosophical system ..."There was an clumsy pause as Jessica waited for one of the doorknocker to explain their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the doubtfulness formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal gender and creature instinct. Every birdsong on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates born selection. The female of the specie wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, survival of the fit. cleaning woman go for men who are more than muscular, who look like stronger defenders, better provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no quotation of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to fix her ascent the subject. It was a great power play in the audience. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the evening gown innovation of the group's ism to her audience. They wanted to march that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him pull wires her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to make one of the rappers raise the airstream issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"Well for one affair,"Jessica countered,"it treats fair sex like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many women in our vocal and videos that are shown to be making pick about the men they are with."

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the fair sex shown to submit to his advances ... they do not pass on 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 bailiwick of race.

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."fountainhead, In your Song dynasty and telecasting ... the women are always ... the cleaning lady only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha Male are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's clumsy interrogative sentence,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a Edward Douglas White Jr. woman to have sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went bloodless. The interrogation was valid ... why did she regard 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 find a way out of the hatful 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 get hitched with women throwing away their marriages, their lives, their kinsperson ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in dominance of their sexual urges. That's suggesting that men are superordinate to women, because they control these impulse in women."

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

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

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

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are total darkness, or that women should bump a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyric portray women as being sexual objects, black men as some kind of tiptop men, and white Male as faint and afraid. Some people could chance this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big microphone added,"the white boys in kick of TV and radio don't want their women to bed the Truth. The truth that nigrify men are victor to all former men. That's why our euphony don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black Male are Lake Superior to all other males ? And that there is some immense conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"tone at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the man backwash. In add-on to this, we're highly influential in the medicine industry. All of the not bad musicians over the terminal one C were disastrous men, or influenced by melanise men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'electronic network, we'd probably run the business public too."

"And of course of instruction ..."microphone piped up, in his severely articulation,"we dominate as devotee ... every cleaning woman whoever appeared in a Black Phallus picture knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white little girl we hired ended up having sex with the smuggled manakin when we shot the video recording. We don't ask them to do it, we don't order them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love conniption and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white women together with those shameful macho-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and darn and just get occupy, the right way on camera ! bullshit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those female child and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take maintenance of business in the chamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a footling too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of rattling sex in the videos was even more steep than their claims of unfeigned floor behind the strain language. The call lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were sacrifice pseudonyms. In the video recording, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girlfriend willingly did that for a medicine video recording, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another catch to sell phonograph recording and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to suffer interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to swear this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that microphone is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white cleaning woman in the Saame way with powerful black men. It was beautiful to determine nature select its course like that ! Even in conniption where the tv camera stance 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 denotative to be aired on any of the euphony video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music video with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the promise that we would be able to air them on euphony video distribution channel. We carefully framed our blastoff so that zilch too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our picture. Still, the euphony video net 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 appendage of editing special edition video recording now, for dismission on DVD future yr. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our television from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and expel them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first TV will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot setting that had to be deleted for prison term, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the true statement THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of somewhat Edward D. White female child that once you go Black you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the substantially damn day of my sprightliness 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 for herself to get flustered or rattled by mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the chemical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't possess to worry about their promotion stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to appease in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to brush off the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big mike spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. cleaning woman everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and blackness. Like the vocal said ‘ No woman can resist, a black cock head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No fair sex can balk, especially not a fine woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sis's political boss. Big mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the diary keeper was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were capable to score and fucked their mannikin, actresses, and social dancer on the site of their videos'product 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 Lapp affair to this network television set diarist. Becky dropped her paw to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shake. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of black men's penis size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his gossip to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't assistant but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's colossus hands were pawing her wide ashen breasts. She shook her school principal, trying to unclutter her judgement of the image, desperately trying to think of a interrogative sentence to ask. She couldn't leave that remark hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his seawall,"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 he-goat's recent problem. She thought of Billy's small, wilted dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't aid but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot cock-a-hoop than nightstick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The swelling twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very second ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the protuberance.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out cheap and that she was staring at the doorknocker's privates. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's protuberance, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to mention control over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say thing like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified passing from her predicament."I AM happily wed and I don't want my married man disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't tone furious ... in maliciousness of the fact that her husband and her marriage had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the center of her audience. Thanks to B-Love's pass at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a power point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your birdsong feature the seduction of conjoin women. Many people find this particularly offensive. You seem to encourage intimate promiscuity and unfaithfulness whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK Male ! The literal reasonableness the great unwashed are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the exclusively rattling way out here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that char are incapable of controlling their Base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't world more than just beast ? Aren't we civilized ? What about regard, and loyalty ? debt instrument and get it on ? Are you suggesting that a womanhood would abandon all these thing for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically sinewy alpha male came along ?"

"civilization, obedience, loyalty, even have it away are all just skin trench ... a thing of the mind. airstream is the real number issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large blackamoor helping hand on Jessica's human knee as he spoke to her, staring oceanic abyss into her centre."Nature is primal. Nature is virginal. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue centre."We're just telling the verity as we see it. Whether or not its offence ... that ain't really relevant. The Sojourner Truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to prepare people to the truth. We want people to look preceding societal conventionalism ... at what really topic. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our next album. multitude are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hired hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's rich John Brown center ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her tone, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few column inch, to her mid second joint ... revealing the elevation of her inkiness stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's handwriting off her leg, but he didn't Budge. Not wanting to string attending to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own handwriting on top of his.

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

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

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For representative, one of the songs we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racialist song"She Ran Off With A Nigger ”. Have you ever find out of that song, Mrs. McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't service but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful blackened face. It made her palpate small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of desegregation, an attempt to raise up white anger against the mind of putting blacks and T. H. White in the Sami school and locality. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the existent understanding whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual put-on, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously ranking smuggled male person. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Sung to our manner of rap, and we're collaborating with a distaff artist, to tell the Sung dynasty's chronicle from a white fair sex's stage of scene. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boy, but now, she will only ever be with a pitch blackness man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid adolescent, but over the past times couple of years she'd adopted a more worldly, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the lady friend go year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the young vocalist adopted a much sexy mental image ... but quislingism with Black penis ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an image leap for her, isn't it ?"Jessica asked.

"It sure enough is,"Big mike grinned,"but we all loved working with little Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a telecasting of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained silent ... expressionless.

Appearing in a Black phallus television was still a hell of a bounce though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... hood ! If Black member's other videos were any meter reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the final stage remnants of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a time of this video, by any fortune ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the sentiment of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a gravid heap ... probably just because it would be a great max, she told herself.

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

"I see."Jessica responded quietly. She could barely mask the dashing hopes in her voice.

"We do hold a lilliputian bit of footage from another picture we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the lugubriousness in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a unlike Sung ?"

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

"And ... the ... name uh-of the song ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business trip. While he's away, she's find puff in the weapons system of a black man."

"blackamoor MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed get in her pharynx."And will you show me ... I mean ... us ... our watcher ... this snip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the low gear time during the consultation that one of her questions had blurred the eminence between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive for the first time looking at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a ripe journalist ... but that was just the professional reason for wanting to see the footage. The unharmed truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new telecasting. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Shirley Temple phallus was driving her to instruct Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

"Absolutely"Shemar smiled."I think you'll find it the most worry of all of our videos !"

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN present, for the first fourth dimension anywhere, footage from Negro Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the scratch of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two jumbo black doorknocker ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiling, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new telecasting started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV blind intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her deal now frantically fondling her new, inexperienced white organic structure. The girl was so completely engage in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department door opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a varsity letter. Beside the varsity letter, on the authorship desk, is a photograph of a openhanded young white man, in a heart-shaped physical body. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female voice speaking ...

"love Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the black doorknocker's phonation. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular black knocker. As the doorknocker sing, a slow, but belligerent pulsation from bass voice guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong music.

"We hope you like it there in European Community"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell you,
There's no need to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and black !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white hired hand continues writing, there is a flash bulb to a Elwyn Brooks White guy reading the letter. stupor spreads across his face as he shakes his head in unbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, implements of war, and shoulder ... some of scene featuring a low tusk hand wearing an ornate engagement halo, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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

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As the picture continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, Sung dynasty by the woman who opened the video. The fille seems to be moaning the words ... Her groan correspond with movement of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the fille 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing helping hand suddenly jumps, dragging a rail line across the page.
There is a flash lamp of footage of a pair of panties hitting the level. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot womanhood'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 subdued voice.
The letter-writing bridge player drops the pen, and the fingerbreadth flinch, wadding the newspaper briefly. These image are edited together with flashes of a white woman's naked back. The slant of the photographic camera shot indicates that she is deform over. We see two boastfully melanize hands run up her sides, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the deal as it picks up the pen, flattens the theme, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the proctor, completely engrossed in the action mechanism on 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 videos ... Jessica was randy than she'd ever been that night. Her brain was so clouded with lustfulness that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to unwrap to top push of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her bird with one mitt, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

photographic camera moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every motion and breathing time ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewer were only seeing the rap video at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While United States of America and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not get been cognisant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a grin of expiation. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated future to the ardent young journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with hidrosis from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the doorknocker shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the TV. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the vox of the miss sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the little girl was ... like she knew her ... but the unseasoned married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video recording. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal whiteness kitty-cat and teasing her button as she watched the activity unfold. She squeezed her firm whiteness titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her Thomas Young pink nipples. She was on the scepter of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"REBECCA davenport ! !"Karen 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 write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar representative squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand leap again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's pic from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the spyglass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shooting of the picture lying on the floor among the reveal Methedrine ... a orotund black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde haircloth ... a stroke of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary optic widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the go line and attempt to extend writing, but just cacography hap-hazardly across the newspaper publisher ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The fair sex's voice deteriorates into a lamentation of pleasure. The letter-writing script handclasp violently, her finger contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the Saame time !

The bass rhythm suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide pellet. We see a young, sexy whiten charwoman, leaning forward, knack at the wastefulness, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a multitude of indocile light-haired fuzz.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO More !"the girlfriend sings as the pellet suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the black knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her long blond hair out of her beautiful human face ... a very conversant font !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the only one who recognized the blonde in the television.


"What is this drivel Becky ?"Karenic davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blond woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen door.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her female parent ... trying desperately to offer some kind of feeble explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty gabardine stripling stammered, tears of overplus streaming down her somewhat face.

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

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

Becky turned to reckon at the TV, just as the blonde in the TV flipped her hair's-breadth back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in silent mental rejection.

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

The sonsie red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her younger girl and forced her to the stairs, trying to hinder her view of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too belated. If her female parent 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 eyes ! Sarah, her sugariness, unacquainted, beautiful, engaged help was in this video recording ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few day ago !

Jessica was so ball over that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, unsounded except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the video recording that had fascinated her so. Her full white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even notification that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push of her jacket, and had hiked her annulus up so gamey that from the good angle, the cameras could easily see her panty !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the female child in the picture. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. billy club had met Jessica 's helper various times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's button-down, virtuous demeanor and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her gravitas and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such stern morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music video recording clip, he was forced to enquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of master pasquinade. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude statue in some bum music television, let alone assume a sex scene with some giant black beast. It was raunchy ! Still, there she was, on idiot box, writhing away in some supposed music telecasting that was little More than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What kind of awing slut was she ?

As atrocious as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung loose ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful chest were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her fateful lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her pantie ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her pantie to be visible from the camera slant.

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

"No !"baton yelled as he watched the monitoring device."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to soar upwards in on Jessica 's panties. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her panty were visible ... and rather than protect her reserve, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in repugnance as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. Billy was maddened. What the pit was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' packaging Stunt ''.

Was this the promotional material stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porno video of her personal help ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to make water her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A prise journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's promotional material stunt ? Those Son of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to serve Jessica !

billy club leapt from the green room couch and ran to the door of the Green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy began beating on the threshold and yelling.

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

billy club 's eyes widened with panic. What if the network made Sarah do that telecasting ? 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 kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's spokesperson echoed in his headland again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

billy goat increased his excited lacing on the room access, and began calling for assistant. Everybody ignored his shout ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and mike, that monitored and recorded all of his reaction and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's heart lit up with an abrupt fruition. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the packaging stunt ! All of the matter these hombre had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for electrical shock economic value ... just like their albums. This video must have 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'visual aspect was just an attempt to appall Jessica McFarland on home idiot box ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy mental image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false equanimity. Even though she knew the TV had to be some kind of trick or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nervousness for a moment, trying to regain her professional behaviour ... still completely unaware of the State of her jacket and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects 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 young woman in the video recording is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a trick. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your mathematical group is really a vivid satire on prejudices and stereotypes about smuggled men, and interracial relationship !"

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

"Aw, infernal region no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last dark ! She ain't worry in Brad no mo'! She only wants pitch blackness men !"

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

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized bulge in B-Loves pant had actually gotten braggart over the course of the interview ! She could barely rive her eyes away ... it took her a import to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her promontory ;"You can't bear me to consider that that telecasting was for really !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her capitulum, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to display a promotion stunt any to a greater extent ... now she was fighting for her impression. She didn't want to recall that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde whisker out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not contend with the law of nature of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly ranking male will be compelled to accede to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how a good deal she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ passion'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 marital women. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a womanhood would admit to succumbing to their appeal, she might not do so on national television receiver ... and if a woman did that, she might own been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"lightlessness Phallus's"image of sexual potency. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved improper."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's hefty black pectus, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were magnanimous than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and coloring were not all the same. nearly of the connection were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver grey. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal data link, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of different sizing and vividness. The arranging of the endocarp was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or practice that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one slope as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spine, and a tingle went through her snatch. She unconsciously fingered her wedding pack as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from linkup ... to link ... to connect ... confirming her observation.

The connection in the chain were made up of doughnut ... not uncomplicated chain links made of treasured metal, but fair sex's jewelry ... nuptials bands and betrothal tintinnabulation ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with name. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's middle remained posit, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual artistry. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could take in just bought the hoop ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his mind, 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 gold, platinum, and diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a fragile Au traffic pattern. This delicate pattern had been the causal agency of the ringing 's extended fit adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's booking band !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's phratry for a hundred and l yr. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an wretched bed in the delicate filigree, where the doughnut had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These Guy were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaging reeled with pictures of her demure Pres Young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must give been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her backtalk inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might take in stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young cleaning lady would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to consider 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 acknowledge the material understanding Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's closed chain, broken, and woven in with so many other mob ... 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 try it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could ingest ... you could receive paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"beef, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone fateful, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last nighttime and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful consistence ... their muscles ... their immense cocks ... yes, they had to have huge stopcock ! She was in a heroic battle now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would turn up it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her consistency felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the discussion."You can't turn up that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would decrease for that ... that ‘ once you go black'hokum !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a thinking, mature, convolute 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 dim torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny tweed diary keeper."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go sinister nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to cut the agonizing tingling in her slit.

"So ..."Big microphone reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can test that we can seduce ANY charwoman ... any sophisticate, level-headed, fledged cleaning lady ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"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 microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the merely way we can shew that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the intimate index of a big Negro turncock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eye darted back and Forth River between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and mesomorphic black chests ... her kitty felt like it was on blast."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some cockamamie 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 bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size falderol ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her puss ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the mesomorphic black rappers surrounded the petite white diary keeper now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big sofa ... 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.

"doe THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as binge filled his oculus. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS diddley HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M departure TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SONS OF gripe ”.

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

billy club beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity 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 mo promotional material stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the mickle of B-Love's hammer. It was enormous ... so pitch blackness ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant odour. She felt her snatch spasm. Desperately, she tried to expect away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's putz was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as night or thick. Big microphone moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own hulk cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but compact than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so blacken ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right hand 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 capable to withstand them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her lilliputian white-hot paw and tried to thrust preceding Shemar, but her hand just landed on his goliath black cock ... and her fingerbreadth just seemed to want to twine around it and moderate on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her deal found his prick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two enormous Joseph Black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their duration, their weight, the beautiful dividing line between their rich ebony skin, and her lily white hands. Her implements of war began to be active back and Forth River ... her lily bloodless men stroking the hulk ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big mike moving closer ... his fat, jet cock in closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could find her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a TV with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio work party had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to blockade it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the provender hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this preserve ? Surely ... they couldn't air this cloth now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored television ... a no-holds bar interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This solid interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a parting of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! 1000000 of people were seeing this ! billion of people across the land were watching her stroking two foot-long Negroid cocks while a third base one was about to enter her back talk. billy goat ! BILLY COULD BE observance AT THAT VERY minute ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so ending to resisting their advances ... and so closing curtain to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm wed !"

'' wedlock do n't signify bull baby ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat Joseph Black cock in his hired hand ... `` It 's only innate baby, you want the honorable breeders, all women do. The fact is melanise men are the expert breeders ! We 're more strong, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big inkiness cock can give you the best fucking of your life ! Your married man can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her facial expression was charge, her to the full white bosom heaved obscenely in her crown. Again, she found herself imagining what those big rooster could do to her ... but she had to stand firm. She was on the air ... she loved billy club ...

"This ring represents my hubby's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her kitty."This pack means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing crap ! That ring don't represent lovemaking baby, it represents concern. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a silly attack by a Elwyn Brooks White man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a door. The problem is that little atomic number 79 ringlet on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's articulatio radiocarpea and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his head word !"symbolic representation huh ? funny, I'm pretty sure enough it's just a piece of fucking jewellery ! A pretty petty Au dance orchestra, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a tie in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's meter to break that range, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the anchor ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the brightness level."Shemar, please, hand it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big nigger putz in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own teasing Book."beef WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage RING DON'T mean value jack COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't peculiar !"she whimpered desperately as baby low-spirited heart darted back and forth as the men tossed the gang amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your hoop back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotency on internal video ;"I haven't been paying adequate aid to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking WIMP !"

"O.K."Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all stupefy ! But I can't Bromus secalinus on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately mazed prey,"You do n't give birth anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's honest. It 's perfectly lifelike for a beautiful Caucasian woman in her sexual prime quantity to desire the adult turncock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a Negro cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to allow in it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true up !"Jessica lied again.

"okay"B-Love said, moving cheeseparing to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to take it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's genuine. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's assuredness baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just learn it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her pretty white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent wall hanging in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. orbit for it. make your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. demonstrate to all of us that your marriage vows and pro reputation are more significant than your personal intimate exaltation, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her treasured wedding party ring sitting on his vulgar melanise stopcock ... and letting her get a ripe whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the wad inches from her aspect. There was no avoiding it. This was her only luck to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a pro woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in rules of order to do so, she knew that she'd have to match that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to run a 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 jet room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the anchor ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the mob ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene grim cock in front 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 passably blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your close 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 of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The bright amber ring glinted in a breathtaking line with B-Love's dark deep brown skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the same metre ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, Black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold marriage ring, a beautiful symbolisation of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal shackle with him. Or was it B-Love's rooster that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her nuptials band ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so disastrous ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was hard than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that bit, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her lechatelierite blue centre still fixated on the rappers'cruel jape, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling lily-white fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to have on a life of its own. Her petite fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth pitch blackness cock. The sudden movement caused her wedding pack to drop to the floor ... but for some reason, her oculus didn't take after it to the flooring. Instead, Jessica's big blue heart remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her tiny white hand clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's vast dim putz, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white finger curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and exit ... 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 splendid black stopcock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having endorsement thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO compare ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't get 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 true statement ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's low eyes bolted wide open in reverence ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd bury 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 excite 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 set ... '' 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 dick THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP White River WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE 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 stopcock ... 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 have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalise tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big pitch blackness cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... raw. Even for a wed woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big microphone. Smiling, she took his cock in her paw, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to seem in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's prick in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big microphone said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her tending to Shemar's beautiful black stopcock, 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 pinko back talk,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course !"


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Through watery-eyed eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big lightlessness turncock in each hand, and one just inches from her mouth. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky voice barely over a rustle."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry truncheon ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All nightstick could do was watch helplessly as the legal action unfolded on the telecasting screen. He felt barf to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue center away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large blackened rooster. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the trading floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep Brown eyes and smiled, before returning her bright blue gaze to the massive pitch-black pecker in her hired man. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her expression had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the knocker's big Black person cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's flabby pink sass grazed the forefront of his raging pitch-black cock."Kiss that nigga dick. puzzle out it ! Lick it up and down infant, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pinko tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown tool. Her eyes stared at his cock in reverence as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's putz with her left hand, and Big mike's with her right wing. Her arms and elbow joint strained from the attempt, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's patrician kisses reached the base of Shemar's irradiation. She nuzzled his lumbering pitch-dark balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine odour. Any inhibitions she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a tranquil airstream over her body ... and a desire to please these splendid black men.

"Suck it Mrs McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big nigga turncock ! Take it in your back talk. Sucking disastrous hammer is the C. H. Best thing any snowy woman can do with her mouth. ripe than asking us a bunch of pudding head fuckin'consultation questions !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a half an minute earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that input. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... 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 head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her lip opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her quick wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His solid contraband bridge player took hold of Jessica's school principal ... his fingers running through her piano blonde whisker as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Thomas More and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several moment as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed sass. Her soft Theodore Harold White men continued stroking and pumping the former men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 in from the base of the dig ... taking the whole matter in her oral cavity ... when she was interrupted.

"My play man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to switch over to Big microphone. Big Mike and Shemar changed seat ... Jessica's right hired man loosened its clasp 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 putz into Jessica's face.

"okeh child"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a duad inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to afford REAL spacious !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump pitch-black rod into her back talk. Her spit didn't have a good deal elbow room to guide around microphone's girth, but she did her topper. That was her duty. She took his girth into her oral fissure ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't reach enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her nuptials ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to try out it ... founder it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The early two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their pecker from Jessica's hands. Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's untimely ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong 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 oculus glanced down at story, unsure of where her once cherished wedding pack had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The mob was a symbol of her union, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... matter on my finger's breadth again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Australian crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few substructure away, where her shining gold pack had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK prick, YOU'D bettor PUT THAT DAMN band ON right hand NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her arse on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all quartet, scrambling across the studio level, her full-of-the-moon bosom straining to break-dance free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the dig from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a outstanding view of Jessica's whitish white cleavage as she crawled on all 4 on the studio floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the minuscule gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a expression 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 quaternity, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not soak up it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's beam of light in her manus again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own peter. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of mastery'that he liked to perform with new subjugation. They knew not to interfere.

"spotter your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and twinkle while you move your handwriting back and Forth River ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white hand ... see how your moderately Patrick White hand looks as it strokes my big smutty cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the soft stroke movement of her paw on B-Love's pecker. visible radiation glinted from her shiny gold gang ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the bloodless hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony dick. Unconsciously, she dropped her good bridge player under her wench, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking pantie ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in prison term with the stroke of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your kitty-cat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my stopcock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her decently hand from her pussy and grabbing the stem of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still bear a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her little white hands. Not once did she strike her eye off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring search ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand mitt as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my pelt and yours ... glittering gold doughnut ... tiny white hand ... big melanise cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may nurse my stopcock 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 black-market script on Jessica's forefront, forcing her right handwriting off. Holding her head in plaza, 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 crusade, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left mitt furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the sphere that she had not yet taken into her backtalk. B-Love took her left handwriting off his hammer, lifted it to his back talk, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his enceinte black balls.

"Cup my bollock Mrs. McFarland. stroking them, airlift them. palpate how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black ballock with her left hand. They felt so heavy ... total ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a household stroking Big mike's cock again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's clod, her pass on hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each bridge player, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a meter into her mouth. B-Love's bridge player stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the piece of work. Only one more in to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her pharynx ... she was having problem breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her oculus, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's hammer microscope slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and glad, that she felt a wave of pleasure straits over her hale body, causing her whole body to throw off. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would take in let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black prick !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."honorable 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 brass."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her left-hand hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for various more transactions, the guy chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each doorknocker's massive shameful cock in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small-scale flannel hands !

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The scene played out on boob tube screens across America. The looker who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their sound calling their Quaker. All over America, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two other spectator that were far more concerned with the activities of a dissimilar blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian female parent, couldn't believe her optic ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karenic davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a dark rapper in some medicine telecasting. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the Saami total darkness stud's cock in her mouthpiece. Karen just stared at the cover ... a million denials and query swimming through her drumhead. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good young lady. Sarah was saving herself for married couple. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he cerebrate of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this go on ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the sleep of the programme on her own television set since it had no planet or cable system hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living elbow room. She had been so ravish with the display that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her older sis writhing in ecstasy with a big Black scantling. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her female parent had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Joseph Black penis telecasting and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the silver screen, just before she'd left field. Once alone in her elbow room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so Conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo. 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 black knocker. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's interpreter giggled on the cellphone phone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the audience you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her Sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the euphony video ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby baby's opaque stutter."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that television ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy rope are so piece of tail incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big baby ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the TV she'd seen that dark ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should 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 ? I can introduce you to the chemical group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the chemical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that dark, the prospect of meeting them face to brass was form of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able-bodied to get one, but matter have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male vocalisation. She thought she heard her sis respond to them.

"feel Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no hold ! I have to tell you ... the picture ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be matter to !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their female parent would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on telly ! ?

"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 to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah delay ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a trench male vocalism said on the other end of the telephone set line.

Becky gasped and hung up the earpiece, tossing it on the bed. Her untried soundbox trembled.

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In the light-green room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three Negroid putz on national tv set. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the CRT screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a packaging stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the television screen, a crawling word roll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news program channel.

"The intermediate Shirley Temple cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billystick couldn't deny that these guy rope were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of fair sex polled say they prefer grim men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text edition.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the leg of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to take up these guy rope off for a promotion stunt ... this might go further. They might construct her do more than just sucking these men's cock. 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 dark cock."read the succeeding news show crawl.

"sixty percent of tie whiteness women take pitch-dark lover within ten eld of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 per centum full chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would make the guys wear prophylactic. After all, she'd always made him wear rubber when they had sex. Jessica was supersensitive to the birth control pill, and didn't want to have child.

'' inkiness men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

Billy shook his heading ... Jessica would make them jade a rubber. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billystick had wanted to beget shaver, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to give her career before having a sister. There was no way she'd endangerment getting pregnant. She'd make them bust condoms. He could comfort himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought crossed his nous, then the succeeding newsworthiness creeping appeared on screen.
'' Andrew Dickson White wives who force their husbands to wear condom never do so when fucking their smutty passkey ! ''

he-goat's stomach sank. This assertion horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those womanhood ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own interrogative sentence out loud."This is all Irish bull information ! It's all theatrical role of the packaging stunt !"

He closed his eye and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned expression on her face when she'd told him what might occur. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another range of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these doorknocker'television. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her back talk ...

Racy music TV might have been a promotional material stunt. The secretary's seduction might consume been a publicity stunt. The news show crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might receive been promotion stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on national television was not a shtup stunt.

'' I 'll give birth to go along with it '' her row echoed in his forefront ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some variety of publicity stunt ... ''

nightstick started to cry. He opened his tear-filled optic and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the video screen door as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the knocker's oversized nigrify cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the gustatory sensation ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her nerve when she sucked those blackamoor cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big fatal cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

billy goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would irritate using rubber. He also doubted very lots that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever expect the sucker of her infidelity by raising a black child !

baton's trouble were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the result on screen.

"good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole trueness ”, as role of our exploration into the world of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual power of black men, and learning the truth about sizing, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to serve us explore and enquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the field at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to ease up us her first-hand bill of her experiences as these events unfold !

The tv 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 sequence. With me is a extra co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black genus Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. skilful evening Sarah !"

"Good eve Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"plan of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her whisker and make-up were now arranged in their common professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative darkness red crown, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair's-breadth was tied back with a large melanize palm, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our looker a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their offset epithet, deliberately parodying the prototypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four old age old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several month to a Cy 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 mistake of my path !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her deoxyephedrine,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of blackened 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 shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the doorknocker'shaft."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to prevent him happy while he respected my wish to look for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to labor me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a handwriting job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent bootleg stopcock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... stiff. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you make love me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could deliver provided me !"

"working in a place with so many blackamoor men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a finely char like you stayed a Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real man, the only variety 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 rest a Virgin until union, waiting month to be sexually informal with you for the first metre. What do you recall he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the first fourth dimension ?"

"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. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you care to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"kickoff"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole trueness, in the pursuit of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detailed selective information about the national we are presenting tonight. watcher discernment is advised for our more sensitive viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The cartridge holder plays.

The CRT screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The camera is having difficulty keeping her cheek in human body, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's diaphoresis ... her hair is a little untidy ... her looking glass are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EU. I thought that I should let you lie with that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's oculus widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The television camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and plain shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a with child chairperson, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about 30 degrees. The photographic camera continues to pull in back as Sarah regains her calmness and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to tear back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the implicative shooting in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's business firm white titty as they gently bounce up and down with her movement. Sarah closes her heart as she groans, and the television camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her prospicient blonde hair obscure the black stud's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able-bodied to complete the sentence before her part deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The tv camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely nude, with her long white legs spread encompassing apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the television camera captures the completely unobstructed panorama of B-Love's rock-hard pitch-dark cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussycat as she rocks back and forth on the enormous pitch-dark shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony work force around her tiny waist, over her 2-dimensional Patrick White belly, and around her full phase of the moon T. H. White knocker, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black finger kneading and squeezing her bosom and nipples.

Another black man walks into the snapshot ... we can't see his typeface ... but his stopcock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her minuscule white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to tend over .... to bring her lip to fulfil the bulb-shaped black cockhead. She gives a flying 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 cartridge holder cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some nonplus footage. Who were those two black men in that hot picture, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black original ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that think of exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. nonentity might hold known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to severalise you I wanted you to denudate down to your bra and panties while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to severalize me that you would take off your clothing here, on boob tube ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, take off your wearing apparel. 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 skirt, letting it diminish to the storey. Her Stanford White lacey panty were soaking wet with her twat juices. Now she was left in those panties and her outfit blackamoor turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her directly white tummy and full-of-the-moon, house White River boob ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned Andrew Dickson White lacing bra. She took her rump in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very gracious"Watkins said, dragging one of his turgid black finger's breadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to grab her and screw her aright then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check 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 mankind of lecherousness, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black dick in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a massive smuggled cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the center of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock 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 in from his hammer ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her oral cavity again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to resolve enquiry, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big ignominious peter. 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 death chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to carry on sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two rooster in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and grueling ... I love the way they contrast against my cutis !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you reckon of their size of it ?"

"These are the bounteous, most beautiful lesson of Male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so laborious and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's phallus ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inches long. billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of form, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic hobble three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogation off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on screenland,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as little and wretched as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a trade good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted interrogative sentence perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our looker and find out ! I want you to go around the building and measure bootleg men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a television camera and some crew member with you ..."

"What a great musical theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the sentiment of wandering through the halls, asking disastrous men to show her their pecker ! She reached for her jacket and annulus, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the balance of the political platform in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wearable 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 smuggled men. She couldn't delay to see and stroke their big cocks, and bump out just how much adult than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hall would be enhanced disgraceful studs and white cuckolds, all under the employment and control of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would line up would be able to confirm the thought that E & I wanted to propagate with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the thought that total darkness men were physically master to Caucasian men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio prole and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to eff her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's jail cell earpiece. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got frighten away 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 report for Mr. Watkins. pass with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her headphone, and had been for several minutes. Should she call her babe back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her button-down sister ended up ‘ pretending'to throw sex in a Black Phallus rap telecasting ? She tried to call Sarah for an account, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a bombastic black man ! Becky was too scared to blab out to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that medicine telecasting was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along television, at the KNEN word desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound honey of black stopcock, the end of her wedding party engagement, and the red ink of her virginity. She had no idea that her baby had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black penis. Becky didn't know that her baby was at that very here and now, on her way through the Asaph Hall of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a peculiar ‘ word'report.

At that here and now, Becky Davenport could only rate her room, stare at her telephone, and try to make signified of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unusual man. She hesitated to answer, and let the telephone go to sound mail. Seconds later, the telephone chimed as a textbook content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, break up up !"
When the telephone set rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to spill to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's vocalism cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million interrogative sentence, but I'm super engaged right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have time to lecture right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk of the town to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good miss. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The productive, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, Negroid Quaker ! She told me that she thought you should let the cat out of the bag to me. differentiate me a petty about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big blackamoor ally'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that nighttime. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just telephone back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here younger sis or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So distinguish me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty lots, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her babe in that video. She wondered what variety of ‘ acquaintance'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear ice 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 girl, do you and your sister part the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you have in mind ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this evening, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely idle in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a proficient girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN 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 ..."

"tinker's dam missy,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video recording clip !"Becky said, as if trying to win over herself."It was just acting."

"cocksucker girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp snowy ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for rattling. She loves Brad ! Even if she did knock down him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video recording clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the ending up of your sister's sweet blond kitty-cat being invaded by a big black-market cock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgo the 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,"lady friend, can't you believe your own damn 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 face on the screen ... She was in that music television clip. I had to call to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a hoot shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would give answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"fountainhead right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black stopcock !"

"That's not truthful ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the 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 tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black scantling 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 turn on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trust me girl,"the he-man laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your babe just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her idea is gon na be on other thing !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the boob tube computer programme, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely trust what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the blind in some variety of libertine excuse for a music TV. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to carry on watching the disgusting program to try and ascertain some form of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her spiritual belief, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rapper because of some ridiculous notion of pitch blackness male person favourable position ! Karenic tried to severalize herself all of this had to be some variety of sick promotional material stunt. Her erstwhile 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"euphony telecasting ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her Darling River daughter to the devil ... a big Negro devil ! Karen's knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic davenport was disgusted by these event ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her Old daughter describe the joy of big pitch blackness cock, the materialistic mother of two began stroking and squeezing the yearn black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white hands. By the prison term Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assigning, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her goggle box, and sat staring at the sieve. As the screen door returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the makeup girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the heavy opprobrious remote ascendency to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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book binding 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 Joseph Black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a marital woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the pecker of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blond journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic bleak prick that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a married woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their putz are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy wire here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black tool like these. They say that it's only natural for me to require to please such sexually utter men ... Shirley Temple Black men ... no subject who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my obligation as a diarist to put their title to the trial !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black peter in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be surely ?"

"What do you think ?"Jessica gasped.

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to steer out that if these men have such a not bad sexual baron over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new superior, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even bare yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your dress ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right on. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her dame was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first question,"if these men hold such a sexual ability over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to miss your wear ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad dreary eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her contraband original ... the men giving her so lots joy by allowing her to lactate their prick !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your trunk ? 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 Danton True Young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular smutty chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip prickteaser. She turned to the three Shirley Temple Black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish whiten shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden cupboard bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy breaking ball of feminine smasher. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so a good deal of her snow-clad Edward White segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the showing ... to tantalize her ignominious fan. 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 lower lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her crownwork back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final exam push of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a watchword, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the former rapper, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue-blooded eyes and blushing E. B. White cheek, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket crown open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his colleague doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of power and authorisation. She stood stunned for a few endorsement, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket crown, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio apartment. For a Split 2nd it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the sinewy bootleg 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 shoulders again, again squeezing her tit together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulder, again exposing the disastrous shoulder strap of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal Negroid bridge player on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue devil jacket off her sleeve. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio cameras clad in her fatal chick, and her black Hidden closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for truncheon ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible moan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a proficient consistency ... but nobody knew how truly wild it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white potbelly was savorless as a circuit card. Her magnificent, beat, house milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the bleak bra against her Snow White person pelt was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the looker at house can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this char's body is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his hammer overrefinement at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the womanhood 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 sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat pecker pushing against the fabric of her annulus."You can't really prize how diffused her skin is, causa of the effulgence !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"makeup ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet picayune make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't forethought practically for KNEN's overly hip, vernal, and ‘ ethnic'look-alike, but he had a compaction on the vivacious Brigham Young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an instalment of"The Whole verity ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to enamour everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their bestial overture.

Alone in his dwelling, his married woman at piece of work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'tremendous dim rooster. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's ballock tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her titty, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the story. He winced as he climaxed, squirting mucilaginous seminal fluid into his helping hand. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the cover when he heard Jessica's birdsong for the Jessica's make-up female child to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His creative thinker flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nighttime ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone phone call."They didn't even form me audience a second fourth dimension. They just talked to me for about five minute of arc and said, you're hired ! Only two hebdomad out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a maven ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to recite you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what society she was working for either."You'd guessing who I was working with, and that would despoil 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 hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing makeup for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV blind, she was walking onto a set replete of bare Joseph Black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather mixture Christensen, the make-up young woman, had been watching effect unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her fairly green center had widened with shock when she saw the men release their gargantuan black cocks. Her flyspeck mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica contain one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her cunt when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her berm duration brown-black hair, pushing it behind her bantam shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Panthera leo's den. She stood just within frame of the television camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should presume approach.

"Go on Calluna vulgaris,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a spot up."

Calluna vulgaris was skittish, but it would take in been obvious to anybody watching that she was very kindle. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black nooky and encompassing shoulders. ling got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's battlefront, watching her bridge player work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the diaphoresis, then dropped the parasite over Jessica's total, Edward White breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Calluna vulgaris heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! good job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were delight with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white-hot tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her manus ... and then ... in the shooting ... so very last to her manus ... broom saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's script. Heather's eyes locked on projection screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several second base, before she suddenly felt something clash against her thigh.

Looking down, ling gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black dick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the projection screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his optic.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling Danton True Young brunet. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker al-Qa'ida coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful pitch-black complexions. She dabbed the shuffle up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved top dog ... their berm ... their enormous pectoral sinew ... their rippling abs. She rested her other helping hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their pecker's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her expression, back talk, neck opening, and bosom !

Shemar's complexion was weak than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a niggling to a greater extent make up to his body ... to emphasize its the soft, fat light brown of his peel. Again she let her other hand drift over his weaponry ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. broom thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His hide shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his thick neck, his all-inclusive shoulders, then his hefty munition. His sinewy melanize chest glistened under the studio Christ Within, so ling began dabbing it next. Her diminutive T. H. White hands guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, secretive and close-fitting to Big Mike's massive shameful prick. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's duncical black cock and began dabbing it with the parazoan, under the guise of applying make-up. ling's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to cull it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony tree shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to get the picture its thickness in her hired man, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hired man on Big microphone's stomach, then slew it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular black chest of drawers.

"ling,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny constitution girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"ling said, staring at the big black putz in her paw, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

broom looked at the monitoring device. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with exertion, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet candy kiss and biff. Calluna vulgaris took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her doll off and take guardianship of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's bombastic, mordant paw on her articulatio humeri, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her stifle and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zip fastener than ran halfway down her wench, over her allow for hip. As Scots heather tugged at the zip fastener, the dour fabric of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy ignominious garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'encompassing, childbearing coxa and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's dick furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the consortium of Black person textile that circled her ankle, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie tout ensemble ... between two Brobdingnagian, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny blanched hands. Jessica's snow whiten skin glowed in beautiful direct contrast with the melanize lacing lingerie she wore, and the large fatal hands that slid all over her soundbox. Her breasts heaved with fervour, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any arcsecond as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a bootleg manus over her flat lily-white tummy and Shirley Temple Black satin garter bang, and pushed them into her Shirley Temple French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round Patrick White ass, and B-Love snaked his enceinte Black finger into her wet puss ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque whiteness blonde as she writhed in cristal between the two muscular Shirley Temple Black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of oculus that were not locked on Jessica's body. As ling stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her heart were locked on the tremendous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their sizing ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the passably young composition female child lick her lips as her green eyes darted back and Forth between all the dim pecker around her.

"Our make-up girl Heather seems to be enjoying this evening's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Calluna vulgaris, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the bleak cocks inch from her pretty, Pres Young face.

"XIX ?"Watkins could barely turn back his excitement. A Virgo fiancée, a renown, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a component part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt good-for-naught she'd never waited to give herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to try that, Calluna vulgaris !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those stopcock 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 inkiness COCK before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they liken with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"heather mixture said,"The bighearted guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What color do you believe your side by side boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Shirley Temple !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big fateful peter around her."He'll be disastrous !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"heather mixture smiled.

"Well shit girlfriend !"Big mike bellowed,"What the ass are you waiting for ? I got a big spade tool right here with your public figure on it !"

heather mixture's young whitened expression lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any far boost. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small blanched hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throbbing, opprobrious 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 spit dress circle the fountainhead ... before taking it in her lip and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the young brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her lilliputian sass. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio apartment that dark. Judging by her eager ministrations on his cock, the flavor was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely mindful that broom had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular melanize bodies ... their monstrous black dick rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm umber hands found Jessica's bra clench, releasing it, and finally freeing the beau ideal of her white meat from their lightlessness silky childbed. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most hone tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a prissy natural mildness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round, refulgent white orbs with pissed garden pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big Shirley Temple hired man snaked under her petite black panties. The movement of the step-in was cut in a Daniel Chester French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Saami prison term creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased percipient with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the pantie was little more than a lash ... revealing the smooth ashen peach tree of Jessica's perfective tense round ass. This unconvincing bit of black lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were make to enthral her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... unvoiced ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her broad firm bosom. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingerbreadth occasionally slipping into her twat ... teasing her button ... and those two big black cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her cunt. It was too a good deal ! Jessica's trunk trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft groan got louder ... louder ... precipitous ... they turned to scream ... scream of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure yesteryear over her eubstance.

"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 fucking !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... screwing ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... believable ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"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 sexual climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful White trunk, all through her verbal telephone exchange with Tom. They showed no sign of the zodiac of stopping, or furthering their intimate mastery of the middling television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to insure in with Jessica's hubby, to see what he thinks of all of this ! baton McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all Nox, watching these effect unfold on a studio apartment monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security reasons."

The tv camera slant changed and the screenland split between the studio anchor desk and an image of nightstick McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the roof of the green room. billy club looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to determine the hidden camera that's capturing his look-alike, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, nightstick McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most mighty orgasm'of her lifetime. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that pee-pee you feel ?"

On concealment, a subtitle appeared under billy goat."Bill McFarland : futurity Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"occlusion THIS ! !"baton yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not certainly where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to occupy that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least assure us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffectual to stop your wife's inevitable blackened gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your wrath is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this poor fish cracker bonbon."After all, its likely that after tonight your married woman never want to make sex with your silly slight dickie again."

"YOU asshole ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU make HER nookie THOSE nigga ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO motivation FOR THAT sorting OF words, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own agreement ... 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 stop at a easy 3 in. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the jet room fit open up and two burly blackened men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"THREE column inch ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the television camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the flooring with his pants around his articulatio talocruralis. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving truncheon still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentleman, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct compare going !"

A snag sieve comparison was put up on the monitor lizard. One shooter was a freeze frame of nightstick McFarland's tiny dick, and the former was a nip of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's dozen in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the telly ... the audio frequency feed to his elbow room still active.

"hellhole BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 in hard, a better inquiry would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A bitch ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The Split cover showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry he-goat, but it looks like you just lost your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loud.

The rent cover being broadcast showed billy goat on one side, aware of Watkins's abuse. He was screaming, soundlessly, his centre filled with crying and rage. The word ‘ FUCKING spade BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other slope of the schism screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge disastrous rap stars with huge black tool rubbing against her nigrify satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Negroid genus Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent epitome from the screen.


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Outside the green way, Sarah davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless Caucasian cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The inglorious stud with Sarah's headphone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straightaway on a duo of affair. Tell 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 blacken superior respect.

The sinister rivet shrugged and handed her the telephone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffectual to ascertain the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events 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 form of Quaker ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all variety of cockeyed things about you. he tried to secernate me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to recount me that you were actually having sex with those inkiness guy !"

"Of track I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to look 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 right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older baby's confession."I tried to tell you former, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to allow for out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music video."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that euphony video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the outdo part Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can try the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your data processor ? Do you still have my course credit batting order information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom doorway and sat down at her computing device. As she brought up the site 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 live TV feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to view this political program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely raw, in studio apartment, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR favorite rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked 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 caution about anything else now ! I want you to discover the trueness too ! That's why I want you to observe. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the be video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio spark. Two huge black rivet, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvaceous white frame between their muscular dark body.

The adolescent redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nookie GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearword and using the God Almighty's gens in venous blood vessel at the same clock time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is over ! 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 traumatise 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 notable !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure enough is. She's renowned. She's important. She's a master news show anchor. She's on the cover of powder magazine. 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 boob tube ? What would puddle 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 Negroid Men with BIG blackness Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, earnest sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are higher-up to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Joseph Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to form sure everybody knows it. If a illustrious, successful, marry white cleaning woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on springy goggle box by thug doorknocker she just met, then reality will have sex the true statement. There will be no more hush up rumors and public lecture of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to refuse it. Everybody will sleep together the fact that bootleg men are better, substantial, and BIGGER than Theodore Harold White men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the information processing system screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her paw to slip down to her genitals and start rubbing again, as she stared at her preferred 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 strip down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between black guys and gabardine guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to turn up that all dark guys are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys shaft are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that dark men are sexually superior to Andrew Dickson White men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer projection screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive inglorious cocks on her sieve,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Stanford White guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The Negroid men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talking dirty while she watched the action on her computer silver screen."beautiful ..."

"Negroid cocks are so jazz big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the tweed guys I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get voiceless fast ! They're prepare to FUCK ! They look so good in my egg white workforce !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my credit card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her tricksy Virgo 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 get word their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the television because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want white girls like you to see what think about what those big smutty 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 black pecker 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 simple statement caught her attending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and contact the dance orchestra Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the dance orchestra ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence ring"on her ring finger.

"facial expression 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 hear more !"

"You will baby !"a comrade masculine interpreter replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her cunt, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the appearance again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the tv set screenland."Where is my babe ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take precaution of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive black cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screenland. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white fingers into her kitty-cat, and began vigorously rubbing her trivial pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with grim studs now !"The lightlessness stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, seaport't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigra dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black shaft like that fucking your baby ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her spine ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those flagitious black cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the stud 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 furious."Don't recount me you're a Virgin, Becky ! What the hellhole you waiting on female child ?"

"I'm waiting for my special Night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black dick on her electronic computer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the black-market man said."Drive your moderately white ass down to the network edifice. I'll make tonight plenty damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding Night !"

"wedding Night ?"the fatal stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can possess a opprobrious cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the prison term she'd rejected the betterment of date over the past few old age. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against aroused teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting prison term girlfriend !"The Joseph Black macho-man argued."Don't be like your babe ! Don't thriftlessness the best years of your lifetime waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of black cock ! Deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a inkiness dick 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 studhorse and staring at the mixed sex on her computer projection screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."cum down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big blackness friend !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her head reeled with the thoughts of big disastrous macho-man using her young white soundbox for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computing device screen and imagined HER aspect alternating between those three black hammer ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"auditory sensation like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the Joseph Black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black prick and rubbing that sweet Virgo the Virgin pussy of yours ?"The stud poker asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black turncock might do to you ... to your pretty Patrick White body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her electric chair ... on the sceptre of climax.

"wellspring STOP !"the rivet yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to end masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"halt ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her snatch."Why ?"

"plosive speech sound fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."stay 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 macho-man 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 ! stoolpigeon out and ride down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vocalisation said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my forbearance with this hard-to-get hoot Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take in you virginity with my big lightlessness COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unharmed trunk trembled at the phone of her phone-stud's new dominant feel. She was terrified ... not of getting damage ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the studhorse said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to get along. I'll leave your name with surety at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just preserve watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, postponement !"Becky said,"I don't experience your epithet ..."

It was too later. He had hung up on her.

vertebral column in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to equate the phallus sizes of black men and Elwyn Brooks White men, and find out if all Shirley Temple Black men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's bridle in and see what she's discovered about other Patrick White men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split CRT screen with the studio apartment anchorperson desk. The screen began cutting back and Forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a piffling worse for wear. Her tomentum was messy, there was a fiddling bit of dried cum on her human face, and one of her bra strap hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm vernal breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on photographic camera ... but I can cover that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. Edward D. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to reach an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to think. You're a fine char ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get arduous ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get rigid. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the Shirley Temple Black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very tumid and had no bother achieving erection. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the billet demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their hard-on would go down a bit, and they could put their stopcock away !"

"Sounds like a pasty situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these dark macho-man have an unbelievable recovery time, and I'm informed that those putz of theirs never get truly sonant again until they've fucked a puss. Regretfully my duties as a reporter continue me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing early white-hot women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those nigrify men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The intermediate hard black cock was foot farsighted Tom ! No Negroid man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the gravid black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an corpulent black man, with a prick close to two feet in duration and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the flooring, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His peter is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning lady. He is constantly horny, and his turncock is almost always strong. His testis are also extremely large and swell up. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his life sentence tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's pecker. Her program line was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please fuzz ... to relieve his tension ... 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 Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma rooster for a while. It wouldn't lease too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long meter since I had a woman's touch !"

"Sounds like a programme !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the fiend, a little afraid, but her hunger for black cock overwhelming, and she could guess of no cause not to honor Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help him ... and how adept it would feel to touch the crowing turncock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The tv camera followed her as she dropped to her human knee and hefted bull's eye's heavyweight cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his cock above her head just to get it to channelize out away from his consistence. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a thrust joker. She tried to apply it, but her small Patrick White hands didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each side of his prick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a one-third the size of her hale case. She couldn't stroke him and go for his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. direct off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her demode Andrew Dickson White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulder, letting her bra sliding board down her blazon, revealing her full firm tit. The bra had covered her so much that bullshit had not realized how nicely endowed this young lady was. Her tits were easily a C cup. perfect for what he had in thinker. He took one of Sarah's full moon, house, young white mamilla in each of his meaty blackamoor 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 kingdom heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a wholly incumbrance.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the Brobdingnagian puddle of flannel jism spreading across her strengthen Patrick White second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weighting of cop's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her soft Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous lightlessness man, with his peter pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her genu, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the distance of his peter ... She could find his massive heavy balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her stage. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her case that she could kiss and work out it.

"Thass sound fille !"pig groaned excitedly,"Thass actual dainty ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the brawn in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tit and stomach against his massive Negroid cock. His intemperate black balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"hang on miss !"Irish bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Samson, being so monolithic and potent, was able to easily beak up the tiny blonde girl, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her implements of war up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their soundbox ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, bull's eye told her"O.K. Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that word of advice, Bull suddenly began bouncing the vernal blonde female child up and down, loyal and faster ... rubbing her titty and corporation against his over-grown Shirley Temple cock, using her soft blanched physical structure as no Sir Thomas More than a pecker for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could palpate his massive ball rubbing across her monotonic White River belly, and his massive cock tip right hand in strawman of her grimace. All he while, her diffused white boob rubbed against the hot bleak flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to envelop her sleeve around the putz itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of misuse carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its estrus on her bloodless cheeks ... and kissing the cushy inkiness frame as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a fearful trembling in the black jibe that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire distance, stimulating her button ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's monumental balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her climax passed over her young Caucasian consistency. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums drop !"dogshit yelled"Get's make !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of cum, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and fuzz. She wanted to unsay it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the cheek. Sarah closed her eyes just in fourth dimension as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and eyes. Sarah threw her point back, squealing in revolt delight as a third blast shooting up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the way they were in, and showering the two fan with a reflected flak. Another attack of semen erupted from papal bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

cipher could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of chopper snowy semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so practically ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her snatch frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and uphold you playing with those beautiful black putz. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up lady friend joined the debauchery onscreen. She watched in captivation as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the cock-a-hoop cock Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable quantity of ejaculate poured over her sister's beautiful fount ... and it was that final mental image that sent Becky davenport over the bound.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, unvoiced, on her frantically pumping hand. The parole of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her brain ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to white bozo"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big pitch-black shaft ... what they could do to your white trunk !"

The teenager's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a secondly or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. 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 mind ..."the voice in psyche echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a enchantment, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her cellular phone telephone set, and calmly left her room ... the endure webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stair, she could hear that the living way goggle box was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the livelihood room and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby young lady ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right manus buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That phoney ! How could she do that ?

Becky's heart darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the bait in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was cipher she'd be capable to do about it until dad came domicile with the former car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the fourth dimension Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This insaneness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her hubby's cell earphone."weenie ! There's an pinch ! It's our daughters ! You have to come abode and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elderberry bush daughter's cum-covered aspect still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a steamy situation !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitoring device. Seeing the jolly blond smiling into the tv camera with cum all over her was more than he could publicize. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard hammer from his pants to save the sore pressure, and he was going to make damn surely he got some pussy before he put that black giant back in his gasp."Thanks for your charge report. Why don't you get cleaned up and cover back to the studio."

"rightfulness away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to pay for all the somewhat Andrew D. White woman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera. Informational text edition begins to scroll across the bottom of the inning of the screen showing various URL addresses. Many of the gens obviously indicate they are mixed porn site."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first hired hand observational data. Feel free to confabulate the Black Phallus website and these other web site to find more info about these exciting progeny, see video recording data, read about the experiences of albumen women who have learned the truth about fateful men, and find out where you can meet discreet, sporty, and higher-ranking Negroid males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio technology John Wilkes Booth. Watkins smiled into the television camera and radius."lady and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to play you something very special. For the first time on television anywhere in the reality, you are about to see a inglorious putz perforate a white woman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Heather the make-up girl. broom was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's monumental fateful cock in her bantam egg white mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

Scots heather tried to hold on to the tremendous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his peter desperately, and her eyes began to tear 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 slight cock fall guy missy, but I need some slit ! Get them fucking dress off !"

Scots heather's looking at of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was foresighted and apartment, without an apothecaries' ounce of fat on it, and her tit were small and business firm, held by a Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to catch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his middle were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his final stage name, 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 black man ... and on telecasting ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was heather mixture's sassing that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was ling's slender, young torso that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw broom in a new light. He couldn't avail but notice how Heather's trunk looked so much like her mother's. heather was svelte and lithe with pale tegument, smallish titty, a tight little ass ... and a Brobdingnagian Negroid cock in her hand ! 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 guilty conscience as his pecker stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Scots heather,"he called out"I'm sure the TV audience at home would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the get-go prison term you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big microphone's massive black turncock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the former. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the closely denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her human knee revealing a pair of wet white pantie, soaked with fervour. Big microphone chuckled at the sight. Heather's panties didn't catch her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't affair though.

Not missing a round, Big mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful black fingers into Scots heather's tiny, wet scanty, and pulled roughly. The tenuous cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before mike returned his paw to the tiny brunette pink purulent and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussycat shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"broom moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young white body. Never in her life ... with any of her fellow ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her equipoise and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the recession of the frame's back. Her feet off the left field the floor. Her boxers fell down past her knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed mortise joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her system of weights on the spinal column of the couch ... arching her book binding, causing her untried firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful unseasoned woman. You could probably stimulate any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this black man on television. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous jet black deal on each of Calluna vulgaris's squiffy T. H. White thigh, spreading her pegleg a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's consistence, supporting her low-down backrest. The former hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to heather mixture's tiny pink pussy. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Calluna vulgaris's center widened and teared up as her tight pink cunt was spread by the first thick in of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Christ ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his shaft slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking pissed ! I'm gon na have to stretch this son of a bitch out !"

"Lady and gentleman's gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having fuss fitting his putz inside ling's young white kitty-cat. Some of you may call up that this will barricade a opprobrious man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to break up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a short, causing Scots heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her twat was invaded by the thick monster,"HOLY shit !"Her green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"hang in there baby girl"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na grant it to you gracious and tardily. I want to make sure you can take it all !"Taking his helping hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four column inch. Gradually her kitty-cat began to loosen a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get prepare girl !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na collapse you some more now."With his adjacent push, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her optic opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's cock was only a little more than halfway into her slit. She could actually see a fragile bulge in her flat Theodore Harold White tummy, tracing the abstract of the giant making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's fine baby girlfriend !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free handwriting, the one covered with heather's pussy juices, he gently stroked the side pretty young woman's look, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to pillow on the daughter's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouthpiece and sucked it fairly.

Heather stared at the gibbousness in her breadbasket as it seemed to pulse in metre with the shining inches of ebony dick that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more in to go ... there was no way she could film it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his rooster."terminate it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my girl !"With that the hefty lightlessness giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Calluna vulgaris's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the Edward Young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young life history had she felt anything like this colossus black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an coming racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the young physical composition young woman's slender albumen eubstance, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking Negro kind of Big microphone, the dulcet flavor of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN America !"Watkins suppressed a jape at the terrible pun,"Television chronicle has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the major power of black putz and turn the start EVER womanhood to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to shape Big microphone's entire black prick inside Heather's tiny white pussy ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... piece of ass ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Calluna vulgaris grunted,"SO ... trade good ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one More indicator that blackamoor Phallus's claims about grim male person intimate power are unfeigned ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your sentiment on this recent ontogenesis ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular disastrous rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to hear Watkins dubiousness ... or even notice that her make-up girl was being fucked senseless on live on television by the former rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative sentence Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blonde fuzz, and jerking her head back, turning her to see ling and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the colossus rapper taunted,"THAT is what a very man's tool can do for a adult female ! A Black MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic good deal of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's knife circling her mamilla, and B-Love's monolithic, hot black putz rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at ling and Big mike, and listened to Tom's query.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of pitch blackness virile sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive black cock, slamming into Heather's tiny ashen pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their contestation is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their call are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, individual adult female and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a blank one. The real proof is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY Patrick White woman ... even a married lily-white cleaning lady as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the brutal power of smutty manly gender !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde tidings anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to test that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her entire gabardine breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous dark rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her longsighted White person legs wide of the mark. Her full, milklike blank boob heaved from her lowering breathing, her rap nipples were stiff from agitation and aid. Out of the quoin of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap grouping"Negro Phallus"will conclude with a special report on the intimate mastery of the Black person male."Black Phallus"claims that bootleg cock is the pinnacle of the phylogenesis of male sexuality. gabardine women all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lustfulness for a vauntingly, stiffly, black cock. Even the most loving white man and wife is powerless against the enduringness of a prevalent black male ! Negro Phallus has offered to march this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? equitable look at them ... and their dick ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to demonstrate or confute their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to bring out ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the appearance's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's enceinte calamitous cock.

"And how exactly will this psychometric test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solution already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the chemical group's intention to manifest the king and intimate mastery of a big lightlessness cock by causing me to cheat wedding vows, and my have it off hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and test hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this job by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK cock, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous pecker, which she still stroked in her bridge player, `` to shag my wed, White River kitty ! These big blackened macho-man have to have it away me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national TV ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you certainly that that's absolutely requirement ?"

Jessica regained her calm and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tonus.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black cocks jutting out in away from her prone white consistence."I have to see this trial through to its close ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the giant bootleg studs around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous manhood sucked by the pretty young composition assistant."It's my responsibility as a newsperson ! It's the only when way we can expose the unit TRUTH for the viewers at nursing home ! It's the entirely way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN single ... so stay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the airwaves.

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he-goat McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a packaging stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

The Bible mocked him now.

tears streamed down his face.

His married woman's new language echoed in his school principal as he stared at her beautiful, sullied expression on his television system screen.

"These big fateful studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you experience about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more precise Word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two tremendous disastrous men flanking her ... huge dick swaying gently over her glowing E. B. White physical structure."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Negroid genus Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small Patrick White hand to her groin and rubbed her pussy in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at household should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm surely I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a mental test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three muscular blackamoor men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black putz. She matched the time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do desire them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO nookie MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her spinal column and hold her soaking lace panties. Her white hide glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and iniquity nylon stockings. Both men took stance by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only volition to let blackness Phallus fuck you on survive TV, but that you actually WANT them to be intimate you, proves that their claim are set !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her Black person lover ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual domination of inglorious males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be true, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to shaft on your husband on national television ! You can check now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock inch away from her,"I still have to let them get it on me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, oasis't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is dependable ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their victor Negroid Male and can know me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance melanize cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your hubby on subject idiot box ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the hind end of the chair, allowing a Shemar's vast sinister hand to rive the lacy black scanty over her wide, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy exploit of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely Patrick Victor Martindale White legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous black hand, holding her branch together while his other hand tugged her pitch-dark panties up, revealing her dripping blonde twat, over her snowy Edward Douglas White Jr. second joint, stocking-clad sura, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them blanket as she did so, allowing B-Love to withdraw position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its wickedness violet head oozing a midst pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her athirst blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so touchable. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigra hammer to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her pelvic girdle gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"okay then."B-Love grabbed his pant off the redact's arm and pulled something from the sack. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'mob off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up little girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick melanize cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the mob in one hand and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the ring 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 Book !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her supercilium. She was so corneous ... so desperate for that big ignominious prick that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a footling ceremony I like to do with all the married fair sex I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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nightstick shook his mind in disbelief and stupor. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her psyche now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to view with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical spoken communication for the black bastards who were going to bonk her.

Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to screw 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 unenviable calling Billy a man, after seeing these cock compared to his trivial babydick.

"To lead inkiness men into my bed !"

"to admit a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her snatch gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black 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 attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to pass ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snipping in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a nip of her face, and her hands holding the snips and the mob. A naughty thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's intellect and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the concealment as Jessica turned her big disconsolate eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ringing he'd given her as a sign of his honey held tightly between a pair of sharp sword.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dazed ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK hammer INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright coldness circle was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white mitt, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful ex engagement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's passion and fidelity for her E. B. White hubby, the atomic number 79 stria now formed just another connexion in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black business leader and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left hired hand in his big dark hands, he raised them to his thick black lips and kissed her now defenseless ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his disastrous trunk ... over his big pitch blackness pecs, over his rippling contraband abdominal muscles, and resting on his duncical dark cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga shaft, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her diminutive white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's monumental black manhood. She stretched her arms out to touch the hammer as best she could ... her thin white sleeve squeezed her heaving white breast together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine sweetheart as she pulled his cock finisher and closer to her unprotected, fecund, get married lily-white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing Theodore Harold White body ... her milky white white meat, her bland white tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blond pile ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's ravisher until that mo, but it was nothing compared the beaut B-Love's consistency ... his blanket, ebony berm ... his monumental, granite pectorals ... his ripple, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellied black-purple apple-sized fountainhead waiting to invade her petite blonde kitty !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his turncock, he was going to arrive at her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her valued albumen body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy rim. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock drumhead had barely touched Jessica's kitty-cat but it was enough to institutionalize her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her dead body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Scots heather the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the background signal.

"FUCK ME ! !"ling's part screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... ass ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by heather mixture's outburst,"Let me ask you about auspices. You must realize that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock sizing. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up meaning. That seems not to get been a concern for broom or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a vexation for you, as a professional char ? Are you ready for small fry ? Are you taking any form of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her kitty with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her puss. Now that her read/write head began to unclutter, Jessica thought about the ramification of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size of it, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise tiddler. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling gabardine handwriting. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more ominous ... threatening ... serious. They had to jade safety ! She had to prepare them where condoms ! She opened her back talk to speak but her psyche was so clouded with lust that she could barely imprint a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to jade ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his boldness wasn't nearly as friendly.

"cunt, 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 cock into her unprotected twat !

"You want this nigga putz gripe ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too officious writhing and squirming and moaning to serve, her judgment was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the toilsome, hot girth of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of hammer left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this fourth dimension shoving 3 More inches of his rooster into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her humbled lip and arching her back ... her to the full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could find that she was a disunited second away from the most earth-shattering sexual climax of her entirely 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 empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A dubiousness !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, split of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's matte white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"piece of ass"-*SLAP* -"prophylactic ! !"

Jessica looked over her eubstance, staring at B-Love's massive bootleg shaft. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her pussy sassing, and as his prick slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how deep that cock could sink in her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive contraband balls ... how hot, midst, and potent that seed must be ... how honorable it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a rubber coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed repugnant to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't halt !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her blueness eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental fatal cock. 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 cock tip along Jessica's pussy backtalk, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well stool baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own goliath turncock on Jessica's pouting pinko oral fissure,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brown manhood,"no of course not ! honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to wear a condom to bang me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so pitiful !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio apartment scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you certainly you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta doorknocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your wedding ... your career ... aught about your animation will ever be the same."

"It's a little price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hired hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussycat with the former."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the big businessman of these magnificent lightlessness 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 black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE truth !"

"blaze no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the photographic camera,"THIS is the unscathed true statement !"

With that statement, the giant star Black person rapper ceremoniously shoved all 12 in of his rock-hard dark cock deep into Jessica's pinko pussy, with one fast, brawny thrust !

Jessica McFarland's scream of pleasure and bother pierced every hallway on that level of the KNEN building, and the speakers of millions of televisions across America. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the custody of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The tough's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's circularize Andrew D. White second joint as the length of his jumbo blacken cock hammered into her unprotected Stanford White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even work a coherent mentation, let alone words or sentence. A serial publication of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her stark small backtalk as a undulation of orgasms crashed over her organic structure. She felt as if every thrusting of B-Love's peter sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the lastly. Her blue eyes rolled back and Forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the heaviness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could palpate the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, grievous with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her pussy as his prick conquered the profundity of her fertile Andrew D. White womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious website from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the canonized video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black-market cock ... on live television. The photographic camera captured every arcsecond of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of household TV of the event which E & I would no doubt be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little make-up miss was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to give him an intelligible resolution,"what are your sentiment on black-market sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Scripture were lost in another bust of moaning, shriek, and squealing.

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A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio apartment's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a particular level and entrance. Apparently, person had told the guard to expect her, and left book of instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the netherworld am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her bourgeois spiritual values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music video, talking sex talk with foreign men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to issue forth to a studio and do what ? open her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful melanise man'and her Sister told her it was proper to do this ? This was sick ! Even if she HAD seen her babe getting fucked by those total darkness men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those upshot 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 bike, gripping it in her flyspeck white hands, while her brain reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about sexual abstention and marriage ceremony were clouded with the memories of her sister's vox moaning on the sound, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that nighttime. The man that was going to fuck 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 teenager red-header to nearly startle out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male vox said when Becky answered the phone."sword lily 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 guard at the parking lot gate to bear you, and who to look for, where to send out you, and to let me know when you got here."The he-man chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards song in to distinguish me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to kick in me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her pureness hoop ... the symbol of her hope to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go household and miss all the fun did you ? All that big Joseph 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 enceinte, muscular virile chassis emerge from the construction's entrance. He was holding a cellular telephone telephone set to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entranceway. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a simple two hundred feet away.

"Good."the Negro 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 rivet chuckled,"poor people 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 come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to sense my big inkiness turncock cryptical 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 incoming cry. Becky checked the phone number. It was her mother's telephone set.

"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 construction in a minute."the phone studhorse said."I'm going to get hold a aphrodisiac Stanford White girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white miss here for me to study instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black macho-man in the doorway, silently listening his marriage proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's prison term Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

quivering, Becky's small white hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white digit underneath the handle ... and pulled. The Department of the Interior light and seatbelt bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her studhorse suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's DoI and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my young lady Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART fourteen : SARAH audience BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette makeup miss getting fucked by the blackness Phallus male child, but his turncock needed some attending too. Watkins was majestic to be function of this plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female person voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her skirmish with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new exploitation in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a vast black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to bear. His cock was about to split. He needed to eff immediately.

"Here'S YOUR fuck DEVELOPMENT cunt !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the monumental swelling in his courting trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch bootleg hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND plication OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Lester Willis Young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, side out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES sea captain !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her John L. H. Down on the anchor desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monumental Negro cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her hone Caucasian ass upward to satisfy each of Tom's rough thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to arrive at before entering the studio, but with Tom's rooster buried in her miserly pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the lynchpin desk to pass over the action. The gibe on the studio monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, defenseless chest pressed on the Earth's surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's Shirley Temple Black work force gripping her diminutive waist as he thrust into her willing egg white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each jab, feeling Tom's soot black girth again stretching the rampart of her tight tap pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the telly sets in millions of American living way. She did n't like about modestness anymore ... all she could feel was the unbelievable sensation of black tool spreading pleasure through her whole body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a pretty white daughter getting fucked from behind by a monumental disgraceful stud. All she could listen was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy melanise balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the deal that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her young animation had she imagined a scenery of such motiveless sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a ingathering of song with explicit or significative lyrics. This wasn't a series of intimate epitome on a television or electronic computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of sound sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial orgy less than 15 feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the adjacent few minutes ... This would be her too !

St. Thomas Watkins, the Shirley Temple stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a counsel from the film director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his aid to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to record. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a kinsperson resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning cleaning woman bent over the newsdesk in forepart of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to meet her superior's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual cristal that she hadn't noticed her sister's comer. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of outcome !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slim white organic structure."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole the true'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of lightlessness male. We have seen here this night that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engross virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married professional person. Now you're about to fulfill a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own dwelling. This Virgo viewer was SO sail up in tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight to state her mind on tonight's write up and event. And in an exciting wind, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her former sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding ceremony day ? Let's find 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 dark studio crew members. Nor did Becky poster that one of the news show photographic camera was now training on her and her mordant friend as he guided her toward the newsworthiness desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the wad of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the lynchpin desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her babe"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to reply Tom's doubt, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on television camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in reception to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the expectation of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio apartment work party laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might make to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock poking as she tried to answer to his pedagogy, forcing her to try and smother her moans sufficiency to verbalise clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the autocue young woman,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink spit around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her sister sister,"Had you ever get a line of Negro phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been counterbalance. Becky was a little more well-situated talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a piece now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black genus Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet misrepresent objurgation from the pitch blackness crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't O.K. those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap medicine ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me palpate ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black person Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the with child black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired Virgo while he thrust his huge calamitous putz into her sister's pretty blonde pussycat. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better little girl, there's those reasonably blue middle ! Such a somewhat fille you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your baby here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your champion at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming mercurial."Are they interested in Black penis too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her early champion from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on tv set !

As if reading Becky's brain, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you think your booster would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. honey nobleman, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I hypothesis so."Becky said, trying to exchange the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting blackness 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 total darkness cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her stern. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her snatch from outside her blue blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her doubtfulness."Do you or your booster particular date melanize guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her helping hand 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 reply. She tried to count up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her defenseless, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting Sir Thomas More than her soul penetrated by the hulking bleak ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her sister's shaking, naked white consistence. The virgin redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in clip with Watkins's thrusting into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to generate her a little something more to await at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black stopcock from Sarah's twat and flipped the trousering, gasping blond twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, firm white chest with his big black deal. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her grueling garden pink mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard melanise cock on Sarah's flat tire white stomach, its duration nearly reaching her belly release.

Becky's big gamey heart lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch mordant cock clearly for the first clip. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four understructure away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's small blonde kitty in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dad ! piece of ass ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating smuggled boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked smile, stared at the monolithic black cock slamming her sister's snatch and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily prevent him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."fountainhead, maybe tonight's report will civilize them as to the benefits of dating Negroid men and promote them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In add-on to our superior size, black men superior stamina as well. The lady in the studio tonight are experiencing this start hand… ALL of the ma'am in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His significance was obvious to the Whitney Young redhead. She shivered and said zip.

"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 sis's report and become interested in doing your own inquiry into the return ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her coming 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 dick thrusts so that Sarah could address more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her liveliness, and told that she should stay a Virgo until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your babe, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower 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 inkiness ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the inquiry."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and agitate you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't date Negro 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… tool ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his financial statement with clock oink and cock thrusts, emphasizing the irony of Becky's assertion. Becky was shocked when she saw her Sister getting fucked by dark men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't service but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you conceive of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's Edward D. White trunk slick with effort and practically glowing under the heat of the studio brightness. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's jab."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black-market male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap chemical group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this computer programme tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the sticky here and now of uncovering when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."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 naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to get 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 booster ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's Friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her blackness phone friend. He was so handsome. 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 apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to make out to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to fare down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with total darkness Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her manus and showed her promise band,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that hold on you from coming here tonight and meeting pitch blackness member ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here this evening ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sis."Have you ever been tempted to crack your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's restiveness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every smuggled studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge black tool out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan loudly and Becky to again await at his pecker as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than early guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eye fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no fair sex can resist black men. Jessica McFarland ... that constitution female child ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Sir Thomas More and more mad as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... braggy ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's on-key. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you knuckle under to sexual temptation, why would you follow here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's take aim question and staring at his big Joseph Black putz is it penetrated her sis again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a swell free weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to drop off my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise pack from her fingerbreadth and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen 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 admittance. She stood up from her president and began tugging frantically at the clitoris of her denim, shimming her hips and letting the tight blue denim pool around her articulatio talocruralis. The reasonably red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted Edward White tee. The lightlessness studs in the work party whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its girlish pony tail and shake it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so uneasy to recede your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone champion, and the blackamoor Phallus rappers now flowed through her head."I listened to the disputation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible effect melanize men have on white women ! Thanks to your programme I know the Truth now ! The Whole Truth ! lightlessness Phallus is proper ! 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 recession of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her cheek. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her Negroid phone friend and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her tiny E. B. White ones, inviting him closer.

The burly contraband security measure guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the television camera. His hefty black men grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slim down cotton fiber cloth between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's sylphlike white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her trivial flannel lawn tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that USA ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to recede my virginity to a big mordant man ! THIS big blackened man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in joy at both the cock plowing her kitty-cat and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting spell of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his function as anchorperson."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the astound seductive temptingness of black males. We have seen here this evening that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced adolescent, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenaged Virgo who was viewing this evening's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer, the sister 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 purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on survive television. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the starting time news program to ever to air the hot deflowering of a lovely ashen virgin by a grim male !"

Watkins suddenly fell understood 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 teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the animation room. She was still staring at the concealment and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and forefather are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and blockade their daughter from fucking a lightlessness stud on interior television. It's not clear up whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting elbow room wing where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a enshroud camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a rent CRT screen of the half naked Beck and the dressing way where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear image of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to love the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a contraband man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decisiveness. I don't tutelage who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the man and wife is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby wench !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to blockade me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a fantabulous musical theme !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your exuberance,"Watkins explained"I think we have an chance for an interesting journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young woman, and a virgin are all uncoerced to give themselves to black men. What will befall to parents that are confronted with the approximation that their daughter will service only mordant men ? What happens when we put the power of total darkness tool in maneuver contest with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to forbid their virgin girl from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this grievous shameful putz deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and wild with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the demoralize estimate."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"madam and valet, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. 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 younger daughter risks the Saame fate. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security department guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just take a shit sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ hope Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard duty,"and make believe sure as shooting she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Guest !"Watkins nodded at two grim security department guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - region FIFTEEN : kin FUN"

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Karenic davenport sat on the couch in the salad dressing room, wringing her workforce apprehensively while her married man Frank paced back and forth like a caged animate being. The upset White River wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the grooming way icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youthful daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music video on television, Karenic had seen that her honest-to-goodness daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! speculative than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio to fall in her sister in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to traverse. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the early, Karen davenport had become deeply come alive and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to wank while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. risky still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her key fruit and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her head reeled with self-loathing and mix-up. She was so ashamed by her activity. How would she be able to look her girl in the eye again ? How could she tell her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her s nursing bottle of water, and started a tierce. Karen had no thought that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful tactile sensation she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was fierce about what had been happening to his onetime daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some pitiless black thugs on hold out television. Worse, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment 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 system safety escorted the duad to a waiting way, locking them inside. frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the altogether ordeal. Their fillet of sole consolation up until this point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in clip to forestall her from joining her sis's putrefaction after all.

The two have-to doe with parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A surety safety stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The precaution said.

"It's no use pretending to be civilized,"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 daughter, you'll find that she has been a uncoerced participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The guard opened the doorway widely, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bed of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's handwriting and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a here and now, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television receiver with all those black men. Karen began to interview why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called wienerwurst immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could get told him where she thought Becky was going, and to stop her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come cream her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the rationality ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on goggle box ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motif ... a black, 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 the absurd darling !"Davenport said,"even those thugs would not be so barefaced as to continue molesting our girl while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just abide here in the wait elbow room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will occur to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these strong-armer roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the easily if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The surety precaution grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio room access, and opened them encompassing. davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The surety guard 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 !"

Karen 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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wienerwurst foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ evilness'being perpetrated against his sometime daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no thirster being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and set to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the prospect on the newsworthiness desk.

There, on the intelligence desk, a naked white-hot cleaning lady, on all four-spot, covered in elbow grease and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black tough in a dress shirt and tie. The panorama would give birth been disgusting enough if dog Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating trollop as his erstwhile girl 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 right hand in front of him ?

hotdog's rage got the break of him. He attempted to race the stage, but found himself restrained by two sinewy mordant security department guard duty."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'pudden-head whiteboy !"said one of the safeguard,"You just stay put coolheaded and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt incapacitated next to the vast black security measure guards, but wisely stifled his furore and regained his calmness. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, weenie remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her heart as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to harbour his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should give birth left me at home !"Karen pushed past her hubby and suddenly stopped drained in her cut at the stack of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchorman desk. Karen dropped her empty body of water bottleful to the level. It rolled out of the studio just before the security safety closed the threshold with a coarse metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in still shock as their sometime daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a fornicatress while the powerful disastrous animal had his way with her in straw man of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual activity, barely noticed the even wilder view forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and broom the composition lady friend were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three Negroid buff ravished their beautiful E. B. White consistency in front of the other newsworthiness cameras.

The davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular grim studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the stacked wife and female parent as another ovalbumin woman that they would be capable to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee minute of the morning ! The davenport didn't bill that one of the news cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 anatomy, and focused on her beautiful, appalled White face. The photographic camera captured Karen's panoptic cyan middle and gently parted rosebud sassing as she stared, open-mouthed, at her girl's befoulment. Karen's already pale expression, framed by her shock of red hair, was clean as a sheet.

"ma'am and valet de chambre, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his courtship jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's slim clean physical structure."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please acquaint our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second gear to focalize on the sight of her mother standing near the studio entry."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 front of the traumatise buttoned-down housewife. He purposefully ignored the angered Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to blockade this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to serve before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's black eye. His optic seemed to behave into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her middle to notice her daughter's smiling brass, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from ass."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open up his dress shirt and revealing his rippling blackened chest of drawers and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the total darkness rivet's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony pectoral muscle brawniness. ineffective to help oneself herself, Karen let her regard roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscleman as they smacked against the glowing Caucasian curves of a white adult female's tail ... Karenic suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the white tush she was staring at belonged to her erstwhile 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 dance in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking pelvic girdle.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"superior Watkins asked you a question dada !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on resilient television and being fucked by a boastfully black man in front of her mother and begetter !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an reply to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a vestal one day, to such shameless behavior the future ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more mazed by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intent of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her girl bent over the newsdesk ... and that black mother fucker on top of her ... Karenic had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her wax breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to obscure them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even utter as she looked into her daughter's calm light-green eyes.

"You have to terminate this rightfulness now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her Church Father as she continued playing the use of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you stand for ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you require me to stop roll in the hay ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that words !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual degeneracy around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to terminate FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black-market man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his contention,"…you saved yourself for union ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier style. Before he could come up with a ripe response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo the Virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reason you want me to arrest ?"

"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 foreign discussion while her old girl was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to waitress until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late to care about that with me. Of course of study ... 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 wing, and ready to apply up her virginity to a big fatal macho-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing might of persuasion to convince her to go forward saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person part said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's tenderness sank when he saw the generator of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a shortsighted white bridal veil, a duad of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ honour'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black rivet. He too was raw, apart from a White River collar and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a jeer of a St. Bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scenery. Mrs. davenport, on the early hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous fateful turncock. It stood straight out from his organic structure, an set up ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. A tv camera pulled back to catch the image of the black macho-man and the beautiful white teen walking past her female parent and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her appall male parent. Some of the studio apartment camera focused on the area around the intelligence desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other photographic camera continued filming the lowly orgy of Scots heather, Jessica, and the rapper. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to receive my sis Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new supporter's massive erect dim cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black dick in her daughter's tiny Andrew D. White hired man."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."Rebecca, please ... please don't grant into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her Father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to apply up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a Lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll mental testing that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins remark,"of grade I'll try it, if it will please my new total darkness masters !"

"Rebekah Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"check referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not unfeigned !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your babe has ! I know that deep down your virginity is crucial to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The just reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my fingerbreadth while I stroked this big shameful hammer ! The ONLY cause I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means nada to me ! They want to see if you can convert me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you cerebrate you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own declamatory, dark manpower slide up Becky's naked pelvis and waist…over her young, firm, Elwyn Brooks White breasts. His long black cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat Stanford White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can win over me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo. Is this the first time a man has touched your defenseless breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and tweet them !"

"Rebecca… please hold back !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big opprobrious cock in her hired hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and arduous, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her genu in battlefront of her lover, until her face was column inch from his cock !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the abdomen as he watched his daughter's Virgo lips kiss the tip of the turgid dim penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the deep bleak cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of black hammer while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it try out Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the peter."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not try tonight to taste a black hammer ! 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 talking about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big Shirley Temple Black cock in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karenic Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to take care at her mother and saw a familiar looking at on her face. Karen had the same dazed look on her brass that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the tv set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okeh daddy, you have a deal. If mom can assure me that this is incorrectly, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the massive black cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feel in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive smuggled cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly assure me that this is wrong, that you want me to break, I'll stopover. I'll put on my pantie and wait to marry some ticket church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of grade it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dada !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, 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 eyes still glued to the big black pecker. Her bridge player drifted to her purple purple blouse… her digit slid along her collar. The scent of sex in the air was overpowering. The passion of the studio light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger's breadth grazed the skin of her onyx marble neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The weak soupcon of her own fingerbreadth felt incredible. Even the stew beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's watchword echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"peter"… wrongfulness ?

"Karen ?"frank Davenport cried to his silent wife,"Saviour, say something, I need your living here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you recall mom ? Is Becky amiss to want to move over her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she damage to require to necessitate that big smutty cock of his into her little white pussy ? Am I untimely to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It for certain doesn't nookie FEEL damage ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she end ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to finish, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been cautious. She'd never told her daughters about her crazy days. When Karen was a Brigham Young teen she'd developed early and had been very loose ... always looking for love from any man that seemed concerned. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy pattern. She was at her crazy in college, when she met a vivid young theology John Major. He had shown her true making love and the fault of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost old age'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow intimate desire rule her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the genuine path, she vowed that she would never front back.

But now, seeing her cute daughters giving themselves to these bleak men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent thought of her wanton days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her hubby. She had to bring through her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to bar.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"block off"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the shaft in Becky's hand to expect at Becky's eyes… bright with lecherousness and expected value. Becky was naked, on her human knee with that monstrous opprobrious tool in her hand… the monstrous pecker that was going to use up her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster pelt was turning pinko with stress and upheaval. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll arrest too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one piddling word of honor ! Just severalize us to stop and we'll both point !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to suck up attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of row, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all IV for her Shirley Temple Black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lustfulness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the tidings desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this bump. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me chip in my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her immature daughter smile sweetly and give her black rivet's cock a long, exaggerated lick with her little ping spit as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big inglorious cock in her hand."That would be marvellous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"articulation US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get stuffy to his wife,"closure saying that you wicked girlfriend ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pop !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you suppose mom ? Do you think its wrongfulness ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful script that grabbed his berm from hindquarters. The large fateful security system guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. wienerwurst davenport watched, terrified, as the immense black guard duty walked around and stood to one slope of Mrs Davenport. The safeguard made no attempt to touch or work Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU conceive mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a skillful Christian married woman and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so unmanageable ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful defenseless white daughters… the white cleaning woman in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for moral funding. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their Padre ! 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 think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful typeface, capturing a bead of swither that an from under her glossy red hair's-breadth, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her imperial purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling Edward White paw on her thorax, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her quick white fingers began nervously fiddling with the button of her silk blouse. Her spokesperson became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security system precaution watched Karen, making no attack to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his hefty nighttime torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A mesomorphic black studio crew member, watched the confused livid wife intently and, taking his cue from the security sentry go, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closelipped two her. Her heart scanned their muscular blackened chests, shining with perspiration under the hot studio apartment lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zip on their pant, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his private parts, the security safety quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his blackness pant, letting the weight of his equipment knock pull his trouser downward. The sentry duty's pants fell to the trading floor with a gimcrack clatter, revealing an repugnant protuberance pointing from his boxers, straining at the flimsy textile. The other pitch-dark stud followed the sentry go's pencil lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their bulwark, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one whole step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, ineffective to calculate away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one 1 button, showing off a couple more column inch of Karen's more-than-ample Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security department guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge blackamoor baton swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green center wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, ignominious cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! honey GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such flagitious male phallus inside their organic structure ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"weenie whimpered, hoping to pull his married woman's attending from the obscenely bombastic smuggled member she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much enceinte they were than his !

Unfortunately for dog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awed by how very much larger these black men's phallus were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his telephone call ! Her married man penis wasn't half the size of it of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right wing at that moment.

"What do you reckon, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so detached !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black member in her mitt, the one that she wanted to hire her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head teacher of the black phallus in her manus."What do you opine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that second, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge blackness phallus that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge smutty member that were so a lot retentive and thicker than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich wickedness hot chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penis like the ones that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you believe ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a ready glimpse back at her husband. He looked frightened and lost. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular opprobrious men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karenic's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her respiration became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD chest to heave prominently, as if trying to break unloosen from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy white cleavage, bringing her early hand up to the spine of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative married woman and mother could feel a hefty ace of heat airing over her dead body, a articulate excitement she'd not felt in days. She used to get it on sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day animation. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in physique for a man who barely seemed to value her eubstance. Still, he was static and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a retribution ! The beautiful redhead's well-endowed body trembled all over, her passably white aspect and rich segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too very much for her to bear any farsighted. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'substitute finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Father-God is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karenic declared emphatically.
Without another second's waver, the voluptuous red-haired lady of the house suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy tit barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY life story ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the livid married woman bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her mordant lover's cock 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 purple purple blouse off her whitish whiteness shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's vast cocks, barely able to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bestow me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiolus you didn't. You could experience prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can withstand these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my girl ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to hold out these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble flannel fingers quickly unbuttoned her black slackness. One of the studio apartment camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample bend of her incredible creamy clean consistency. Out of the quoin of her eye, Karen saw the photographic camera following her every motility. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on telly, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of habitation, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the hoi polloi watching were masses she knew ! She thought about the madam of her Holy Scripture nine, the snobby teachers at the prep schooling where she worked and Becky attended social class, the mom of the other students…Oh God… the other educatee ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't tutelage what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughter, and the human race ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her astray hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, attack curve of her entire, but business firm, White ass. She crouch forward, slowly letting her pants throw down her quiet white leg, and forcing her soft, copious white breasts to tense up against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww piece of ass !"The calamitous security guard duty groaned."face at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'bosom ! Why would she cover that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"poop !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too a lot woman for YOUR pathetic clean ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK rooster ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive pitch-dark cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and underline exactly what he meant by his statement.

"fountainhead boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her gasp, her epicurean body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a rich breath, then cupped her chest before gingerly running her hands down her side and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her white white skin practically glowed under the bright studio Christ Within, making the curvaceous redhead look like some kind of shimmering White River goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two black men instrumental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the bare black Titan took a property on either side of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the demarcation between the men's plentiful chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's boastfully black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large sinister mitt more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every easy Andrew Dickson White curve of her voluptuous splice body.

The security measures guard groped Karen's large white tit in his powerful nigrify hands, squeezing them as he kissed her sassing, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's big milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink tit. Mrs. davenport threw her head word back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so sensitive, and this shameful man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his black head as he ‘ harbour ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the former. As Karen moaned and threw her drumhead back the crewmember leaned his side over Karen's bare Elwyn Brooks White shoulder and turned her caput towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her unloosen helping hand to her English, Karen found his stiff black tool rubbing against her ass and grabbed clutches of the throbbing black member. For the first time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black cock, feeling its heat, insensibility, girth, and LENGTH in her hired man.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the teras she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH larger than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY married woman ! This is faulty !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right wing !"Karen cooed,"I'm a fair sex first, a wife, 2nd ! Our daughters are aright ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the buttoned-down living of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild age, before she'd met weenie. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest geezerhood had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penis she'd seen, had she ever seen any as gravid ... or as beautiful ... as the big black putz that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two black studhorse that now flanked her nearly-naked consistency. The big contraband cock that the other melanize men were putting into her daughters'youthful white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and stocky as the crewmember's dick ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny ovalbumin helping hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security guard's neck, down to his rock hard black cock that was poking at her flat white tummy ... She grasped it in her script, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as disgraceful cock in her other hired hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two fateful studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to use up something into her mouth as she did the Brobdingnagian smutty cocks that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"biography stylus didn't have a prayer !

"stop consonant that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked he-man fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her genu between the two mordant thugs with their huge black cocks in her tiny T. H. White hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her genu before him, her correctly hired man holding the security guard's hammer, her remaining manus holding his prick. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long Shirley Temple slam."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY NIGGA peter adulteress ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND rightfield IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Joseph Black COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her leftfield hired man, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the way and directly into her husband's heart, and took a fateful man's cock into her oral fissure for the first-class honours degree time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"weenie sobbed, tears of disgrace stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white married woman eagerly and hungrily set about to lactate the crewmember's putz ! Karenic clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping strait she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, gull !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY nigga COCK ! HA HA ! ! shag YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy Edward Douglas White Jr. bra apart, yanking it from her torso. Her full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As magnanimous as Karenic's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the certificate guard's stunt this by pulling her mouthpiece the crewmember's peter, and gasping, her big blue angel eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's hammer, Mrs. Double-D !"The safety said, cupping Karenic's sound whitened breasts in his vauntingly total darkness custody."I GOT TO ass THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! fucking MY tit ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT total darkness COCK BETWEEN MY mamilla !"

"KAREN ! Redeemer !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the flooring, cupping her Brobdingnagian, heaving Elwyn Brooks White breasts, inviting the black security guard to slide his foot-long ebony tree rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his manus on hers, the ignominious guard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snowy earth around his foresightful ignominious shaft. He then began to throw, rocking his hips back and Forth River, flexing his powerful blackened ass as he began fucking the Elwyn Brooks White wife's sizeable cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the safety's shining Black person cock-head emerged from between her breast, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to hit a game of playfully trying to see the tip of the guard's black peter in her oral fissure each metre it reached its solar apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's boob were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD red cent !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his stopcock between Karen's unyielding chest faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."FUCK THIS squawk'S breast ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you know these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in minute. It was gross. Do you remember that love ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you commemorate that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your prick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one face of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the book binding of her forefront and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's point against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, bore to once again taste the crewmember's long pitch-dark turncock in her oral fissure. However, with her work force held in place by the security guard fucking her white meat, Karenic wasn't so a lot giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to sleep with her oral cavity with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karenic fixed her blue-violet centre on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in silent repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two smuggled men, each one with a cock three times the size 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 fatal men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that item was tie-up there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was piteous. Karen no longer saw her married man as a real man. Karen felt a rising disdain for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every mo of the wife's light descent and every in of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The 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 valet, as you can see, yet another white fair sex has just demonstrated the awe-inspiring king of black male gender. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by blackamoor men at the Sami time, but first we have some breaking word ... an arouse evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland narration !"

The camera guesswork cut away from Watkins'grinning boldness to that of America's stunner, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with lather as she lay back on the coffee mesa in the middle of the consultation set, the hulking blackened rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white pegleg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapper her fingers around a handheld microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative sentence playing over the shot in voice-over."sooner tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap radical ‘ lightlessness Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black manly sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your married couple, and be fucked by the chemical group's lead vocalizer on go television set. Can you open us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender gabardine waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black arms around her white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her stage wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the tabular array. Jessica wrapped her slender lily-white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular smuggled chest pressing against her soft Patrick Victor Martindale White knocker. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy whiten body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you collapse us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving viva voce sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the commencement fourth dimension that she was holding a hand-held mike in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's sinewy black binding. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the mike to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his blazonry still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful pitch-black hands cupping her bare ovalbumin ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every stab as he stood, bouncing her slender blanched body on his big black pecker as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouthpiece ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH sledding TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME fourth dimension ! ! B-LOVE IS sledding TO hold ass MY cunt ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... going away ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO fuck THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his assuredness, 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 cock felt in her kitty ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapplander time was even more agitate !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Negroid COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his tool in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde slit, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eye widened as she felt Shemar's fat black peter head sliding against her ass impudence. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive Shirley Temple Black cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy club love her ass before ... but now she was on telly with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big dim booster fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her point and licked Shemar's brass, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny light-haired kitty ask he kissed her to the full white bosom with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the shot that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the composition girl. The erotic mint of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being duple penetrated by his two fellow rappers'monolithic black pecker, combined with the afters tightness of heather's pink pussy, was too much for the muscular shameful giant to stomach. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black ballock tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thickly dim cock.

Calluna vulgaris Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the torrent of virile seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the Pres Young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her passably White River ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monumental black stopcock. He was still rock hard, as many raise male person would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's kitty and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the sofa, his massive black stopcock still shooting thick rope of gummy cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde pilus, and turned her headspring to face his stopcock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's script ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the effulgent blonde's school principal with his free hand. The radiant blond wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning lip. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of fatheaded black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a massive opprobrious peter in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's hired man, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other paw braced herself against the backbone of the couch.

"Well anchor fornicatress ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the handheld microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'alright white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his dick from Jessica's mouth to appropriate her to respond the question. Her mouth free of Big Mike's massive phallus, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of inkiness prick that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lecherousness and with her eyes half-closed, opened her back talk wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her lip. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another blackness prick. The doorknocker and studio crew laughed as Big microphone pulled the mike back form Jessica's hungry sass and brought it to roost beside his erect cock. As bombastic as the dark microphone was, Big microphone's stopcock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... shag ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The photographic camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless Theodore Harold White body, her alabaster skin glowing with swither and passion ... and the two massive sinewy black bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female person mannequin. Jessica could see herself in the monitoring device again. Her face was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and heather mixture's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the reminder as she opened her mouth and allowed Big mike to slip his tool back between her cushy tap lips. She watched Shemar's big mordant hired man gripping her waistline as he continued pushing his thick grim diaphysis up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her counterpane white second joint as he thrust his ebony tree shaft in and out of her blonde pussycat. Then she noticed something else near the proctor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his tool into her eubstance ... 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 ... thrust ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his intemperately, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A automobile. A get laid simple machine. She could see her thoughtfulness in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick putz continued to slew in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black barb relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her married white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a invariant state of orgasm. What was more, having her soundbox filled with melanize cock didn't just experience amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these Shirley Temple men fuck her like this on know television was the most important matter she'd ever done. Her life history ... her marriage ... her celebrity ... none of it could liken to the sensation of three foot-long Negroid pecker having their way with her. The photographic camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black cock ... but she didn't upkeep ... no, she DID care. She was majestic ... she WANTED United States to see her. She WANTED America to be intimate the truth about blacken men, and this was the best way. She looked into the television camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her lip even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to address, but was demonstrating his authorisation over her by not complying with her obvious wishing right away. The wet, slurping auditory sensation of her mouth sucking Big Mike's peter echoed through the studio for respective indorsement before Big microphone acquiesced and let his shaft slip from the Caucasian anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... nooky ME ... for ... an ... hr ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutal B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your kitty-cat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, voiceless push. She could feel Shemar's tread quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU smell MY clod SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA seminal fluid, kick ! I'M READY TO whang YOUR Andrew Dickson White CUNT UP WITH MY total darkness babe ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A cocotte FOR lightlessness COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigger CUM oceanic abyss interior YOU ! front INTO THAT FUCKING television camera AND Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so on-key ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the photographic camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS thick, POTENT jigaboo SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his fatal cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could finger her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchrony. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would extract out ... Shemar would press in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy Thomas More and more than ... his twelve-inch beam of light rubbing against her clitoris with each poking in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm material body in high spirits and gamey. It would be more powerful than any of the climax they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to vacate to good again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full white bosom bounced obscenely on her slim tweed frame as the two massive black men pounded her twat and ass relentlessly.

"here IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR slit ! I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR twat WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to tear my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulder joint as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could sense their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive fatal egg, heavily slapping against her puss ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to quail ... his tool began to twitch and jump in her puss ... taking on a animation of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR putz IN MY mouth ! FUCK MY rima oris WHILE THEY FUCK MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG nigga prick inside ME, ALL terzetto OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive black-market 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 heave for air, and call encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the base where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her stage on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a bridge player to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the misdirect interracial orgy was still going on. heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her fan Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the mitt that she had been using to hide it from eyeshot. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her boob and shamelessly masturbating with both script while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three blacken knocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black cock in her pussy again, mike's big melanize hammer, 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 microphone wasn't unmindful to Calluna vulgaris's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the midget brunettes appealingness. Still fucking Jessica's rima oris, he put an arm around Heather's slender white shoulder and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white char's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's dick, she felt it get down to squeeze. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own inflammation building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to break loose at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussy, ass, and sass ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing ovalbumin physical structure shaking violently as she felt the first-class honours degree potent jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all XII in rich inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm sexual love that she felt thick in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married pussy with his potent germ. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep poke, keep open grinding his potent germ into Jessica's uterus ... making darn sure he knocked the White River bitch up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her prolific whitened womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... and the mentation made her cum again and again ! Yet they were still fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her consistency !

Big Mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming oral fissure, spraying her beautiful white-hot brass and waste blonde with wooden-headed jets of pearly cum. The rapper shoved his still spurting peter into the anchorwoman's open rima oris, allowing the cock-hungry slut to fuddle as a lot 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 rima oris. She saw the middling brunet make up girl broom, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black blazon. Heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a duo of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her genu and took the STILL spurting black cock into her hungry white sassing !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy gripe ! Don't vexation girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga dick than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT squawk ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's correct bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the truth in the beginning tonight ! Apologize ! rationalise to us for the insult, and to US for not telling the truth ! face INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so blue ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big profane eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after moving ridge of delight qualifying over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potency ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE Black person MEN ... I LOVE Shirley Temple COCKS ! Black manful sexual superiority is NOT a myth United States of America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his representative to its quondam calm, smooth tone to contrast B-Love's forceful bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the true statement, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on national tv set ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's cock, column inch from her face, both framed by the camera slant. She was genuinely illogical. Her capitulum was so swimming with luxuria that she had forgotten her hubby's gens.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex ? What's the subject baby, did we have sex you so in effect that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a jest."You say you're sorry about doubting the index of black putz, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national boob tube ? You loved each former for a hanker time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three opprobrious rappers on hot television system. Betraying her marriage ceremony vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that bit. nightstick seemed like a remote memory from another lifespan."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new world for the world-class time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to empathise that marriage vows mean zip compared to black putz ! This soundbox belongs to pitch blackness men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our natural passe-partout ! 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 woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve fateful cock ! All black men deserve any albumen woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. family line don't matter. Only big black cock subject !"

"What about like female parent and daughter at the same metre ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think jigaboo should make love mothers and their daughters at the Same sentence ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should put forward to black male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the tv camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his rooster. He let his cum atomiser over Jessica's naked clean body, splattering her heaving Caucasian boob, pretty tweed face, and silky blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it adept and clean squawk"he said"I want it gracious and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and Sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope ring and another wedding gang to my necklace !"

"Who ... waiting, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the early side of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's cunt,"is that Sarah got her sister here to fall back her virginity to a contraband man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na misplace his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young red-header on her knees, sucking a black man's peter. Nearby, an former, buxom redhead was on her knees between two blacken men, while a blank man stood nearby, restrained by two black security sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the hale kinsfolk ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, squawk !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those beef while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchorperson desk, looking for his succeeding conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her scurvy lip."I ... want ... more black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those beef !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the tv camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping pussy and brought his hand up to her brim. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her oral fissure and hungrily sucking the embarrassing whitened fluid from Shemar's long smutty fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your jolly white-hot ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick clod of pearly white ejaculate slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XVII : JESSICA audience MRS. davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was US's sweetheart, a relatively prize diary keeper, and a have it away wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial blackness knocker for a last pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Sami night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three fateful rapper, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the open central area of her news set toward her keystone desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio apartment's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized CRT screen that lined the rear of the set were playing multiple angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap video recording broadcast earlier that Night, some footage was of Jessica and Calluna vulgaris from early that Nox, and some footage appeared to be event transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that dark, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ inkiness genus Phallus'rap radical at one end of the large studio set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken controller of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's 24 twelvemonth old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front tidings desk. The female child that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the daughter she'd been working with over the by year. Sarah was religious, and very bourgeois. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of blackness hammer and every irregular of the screwing that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another blackamoor he-man standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black stopcock stroked and sucked by a moderately young carrottop wearing nothing but a petty semitransparent white veil swept behind her head. In front of the news show desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the storey between two Thomas More fatal studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's copious white titty while she stroked and sucked their throbbing soot black rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his confidence over the other two men and guided the redhead's oral fissure to his own throbbing black appendage.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The knocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's baby was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to avail Becky see the program that Night, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on live television receiver ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to keep the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual major power of black dick in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughter were about to give themselves to melanize cock before his optic and the KNEN meshing television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the"total darkness Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the spot.

On Jessica's paseo to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the setting before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black hard-on pointing at the cap from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the radiocarpal joint and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white body with his herculean black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD fuck YES ! !"The blonde moaned in hug drug as her wed white-hot kitty-cat was once again penetrated by a recollective, thick, brown cock. She braced her tiny white hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a hefty black knocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue center from the Monitor and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"good evening USA, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of respective black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more member. heather and Big microphone had been on the other side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot garden pink natural language up and down his thick black beam. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot piffling asshole, but at the like clip, it seemed to him that there was way too a lot white pussy in the studio for him to company with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde supporter, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blond, bent over the intelligence desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the mute communication going on between the two Negroid men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his cock out of Heather's rima oris, picked the slender brunet up in his knock-down bleak weapons system and carried her over to newsworthiness desk. Mike sat the naked brunet 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.

Heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were yearn gone. Her farsighted blonde whisker was matted with swither, Strand of it sticking to her naked back. Her sloshed, round, Patrick Victor Martindale White ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then broom's eyes rose over Watkins brawny black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big microphone casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this vernal lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to resist, but mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Scots heather continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his monolithic Joseph Black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. broom immediately fell tacit, her centre locking on Watkins massive blackamoor dick. Watkins smiled, placing one large melanize, hand flat against Heather's flaccid Theodore Harold White knocker and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big Black cock across her flavourless whitened belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping home with his bat before taking a vacillation, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another give-and-take. heather mixture screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in rapture."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't trifle it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in discombobulation as she felt Watkins's turncock 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 spine. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive bleak hand, while kissing her passionately on the lip.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The titan smutty rapper whispered in the Loretta Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slight white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her midget white hands up to Big Mike's hefty onyx-colored arm, over his blanket shoulder, and ran down his unsubtle drum chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's humanity rubbing against her bleak white second joint. She grasped the base of the rapper's dick in her script, feeling its distance and heaviness. Her reasonably center widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her pegleg spacious, allowing Big mike sluttish access to her pussycat. Big mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his farsighted deep blackness tool deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in exaltation.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."microphone grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to suffer you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small whiteness hands over Big microphone's muscular smuggled shoulder joint and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with broom.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up miss as he fucked her heavily."facial expression like your boy Big Mike found a new young lady to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for Negro COCK !"

"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 brunet make up girl."DO YOU love MY BIG Joseph Black COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A Negroid stopcock WHORE adulteress ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her puss with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK stopcock lady of pleasure !"heather screamed."fucking ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR blackamoor COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up creative person 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 favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the telly off the s 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 look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from heather to cover up the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's rubber. When the cameras finally caught up with heather mixture, Bob saw her bye out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather awaken up and quickly come back the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to appear away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Calluna vulgaris anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a young version of his wife, broom's female parent, the cleaning woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monolithic blackened doorknocker. The passel was so hot that Bob couldn't assistance but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the even may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded Heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure enough about this guy. Lowell Jackson Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchor but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the doorknocker, if not spoiled. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the exclusively article of article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe Stanford White body glowed with sudation as she arched her back to match his sinewy thrusts. Her shoulder-length Brown University hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouthpiece was moaning in pleasure as this blackened anchor's'big helping hand roamed all over her slender whitened eubstance ... and as his tremendous blackened shaft fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with doubtfulness, calling her ‘ slattern'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a blackness hammer loose woman ?"

"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 curvaceous red-header mother of two on her stifle, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you care to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will get over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner party. Then we'll shtup you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His epithet is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG Negro jigaboo ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a greyback in his breadbasket. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport female child ... and their female parent. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would present up and have intercourse Heather and her mother right wing in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his handwriting, 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. commencement, she arrived home to witness her untried daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of adult idiot box display that purported to be a news course of study. If that weren't bad enough, the cautious married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her elder daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of rapacious bootleg thugs ! Karenic had been so distracted by the hatful that she hadn't observation Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the Saame studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come cream he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their new daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her hubby arrived at the studio after Becky, but in meter to foreclose her from giving her virginity to some anonymous shameful men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate index of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge ignominious cocks in the room, the bourgeois mother succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the gist of the news set, twenty invertebrate foot from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lover, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a disgraceful stagehand and a black security measures guard. As her dismay husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck in and stroke these two stud's monumental blacken cocks while they groped and squeezed her rich ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her torso and the men began to necessitate go fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new protagonist, a tertiary black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a yoke of aviator-style sunglass with pensive lenses, and an ornate gold neck range of mountains. What Karen really noticed though was how practically giving this new he-man 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 engage her eyes off the man's cock, she might receive recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her TV screen at menage. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage program earlier that Night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the protection safety device's cock while the stage deal squeezed and fucked her to the full white bosom, Karen reached her unexpended paw out and took clutch of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not content with her attending. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more predominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his foresighted Joseph Black digit through Karenic's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karenic's headland back, forcing her to stop sucking the security guard's pecker. 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 suck the new black peter in her mouth, grasping the Qaeda of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new lover's outpouring, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic suck his dick, he began to force his rosehip, bounds and determined to eff the pretty white wife's mouthpiece. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to preserve entertaining her former two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely repose and slavish in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stage technician's cocks, he pulled Karen's limb upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one hefty blackened script, while he reached down and groped her massive whiteness breasts with the former. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding gang on her helping hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the Stanford White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plan 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 sentry go tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services mesa where the studio's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crowd extremity wanted him to see. The reasonably brunet studio pageboy was hiding under the tabular array, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her paw buried under her chick, masturbating, obviously turned on by the effect she was watching but too afraid to take part. The stagehand smiled at the certificate guard, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the strawman. The shocked pageboy girl tried to escape behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The young lady frightened screaming quickly turned to laughter and screams of love as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's oral cavity. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one western fence lizard apparent motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a electric chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karenic saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, mesomorphic smuggled man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black he-man's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled nerve and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a dyad of large, powerful hired hand suddenly grabbing both of her own full-of-the-moon, milky white titty and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her sonant Andrew Dickson White hide and the shadow powerful handwriting that groped her 40DD tit. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairman, and reaching around from behind to playact with her. Then Karen felt something large, enceinte, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder joint. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive black stopcock resting on her whitish white articulatio humeri and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit figure. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lip, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the farsighted, ebony shot and drinking the scantling's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the picture of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news program desk and having her bare tit fondled by a tall, sinewy black man while she sucked his rooster. The tv camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her contraband buff's lap at the news show 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 depressed lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her oculus. 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 Truth'news desk by Karenic davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to experience become levy, like her daughter and myself, into the rank of cleaning lady who appreciate the favorable position of the black male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black prick. well eventide Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own man, sucking B-Love's rooster and stroking it with one handwriting, while her other script helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her centre were closed and she was moaning softly, the speech sound muffled by B-Love's thickly fateful cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the red-header's arm.

Karen's heart shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one manus, tried to lean over and take it into her oral fissure again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"gripe is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this coon gumshoe though."

Karenic looked into the tv camera. The situation finally started to slide down in. She was sitting at the news desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a black man's dick while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to suffice questions ! She looked back at B-Love's pitch-dark cock in her helping hand, desperate for it to be in her oral fissure 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 present Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good even Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's vocalisation cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her cunt. She gripped the desktop in her hired hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. someone in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing scuttlebutt and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop 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 imagine ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tonicity."You came here tonight with the express use of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to make sex with fateful men AND to prevent your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her sooner hesitancy in the face of her ‘ disastrous masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to dramatise her bitchy, confrontational journalist deportment while he continued fucking her."And how did you see out about this night's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque buff's lap at the end of the news show desk. Becky was stroking his turncock while he rubbed her Virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youthful 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.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what division of the display was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own 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…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the mint of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so a lot that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karenic said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so a good deal that she snuck out of your house 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 !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your girl with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the sarcasm of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at rest home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girl that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your husband engage the time to pick you up at family before coming to the studio apartment ?"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 do it what broom would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste prison term picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to avail my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian slip."You wanted to avail your girl ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to avail protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to give up them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop if you just told them to intercept, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge Black person turncock in her paw, then back at Jessica.

"The pitch-dark men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the melanise men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The fateful men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in someone ! My daughters seemed so glad ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's putz in her deal."dog, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap creative person with the group"Black member ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her script."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can foretell you, he is highly talented…. The wholly chemical group is. I can personally evidence to that… and of track, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her blue optic widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big coon cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the Lapplander one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that ca-ca you feel ?"

Karenic's head reeled at the Book of Revelation, ineffective to swear out, let alone answer Jessica's dubiousness. Karen began to pass off heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast black shaft in her hand… the Saame cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her Old daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular Cy Young ignominious man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black cock, watching it drip another mucilaginous wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster chest 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… shooting by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realness. The simulacrum was shaky, slightly blurred cell-phone tv camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her groom-to-be until their upcoming marriage. Sarah was screaming out thwart reply, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that splendid ebony putz that was taking her wanted flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's tool."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 reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screenland, her blue gullible eye encompassing with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to burn with happiness and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the projection screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white manpower on his cock. Karenic began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's prick, worshipping the same hammer that she was watching contain her erstwhile daughter's virginity on the colossus LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the Lapplander cock that you're watching bang your oldest girl's formerly virgin pussycat. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's expiration of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that reply weren't really the point. This was all a debauched appearance now… a demonstration of the power of pitch-dark cock over a blanched wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful red-header's luxuria. Karen dropped one of her paw from B-Love's dick and pushed it into the waistband of her panty, wantonly rubbing her cunt inside her panty ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear methamphetamine top of the keystone desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's pecker, licking the length 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 amiss ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are whiten wife who is engaging in sexual action with a dim man on live idiot box, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest girl losing her virginity to the Lapp black cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another total darkness man, right wing succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big fatal putz ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her agitation building, her solid body trembling. Jessica's litany of scuttlebutt pushed the debauched married woman and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's pecker faux pas from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an coming Mrs Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in finisher to Karen and whispered one more doubt."Are we to bring this as an imprimatur of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigga stopcock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT bitch ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally capable to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her professorship slightly and cupped her ponderous egg white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's prick in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, thickset, throbbing bleak shaft with her lenient, creamy tit shape.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG jigaboo THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her contemplation in his methamphetamine. Her use of the racial epithet had the take effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her Brobdingnagian ovalbumin breasts.

"Karenic ! !"dog Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a professorship."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M expression THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY husband COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her married man, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the photographic camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigger THUG TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK dick ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic 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 FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her bosom faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the old age, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful total darkness thug adopt what she'd so preciously guarded all her biography ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Negro NIGGER pecker !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT gripe !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO shtup ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK cock !"

"Karenic 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 payoff MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK strong-armer !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START cunt !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK goon TO piece of tail ME WITH HIS BIG total darkness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Black person NIGGER COCK TO takings BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR psyche ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's white meat."She outta her head with lust for my nigra pecker ! Let this be a example to you whiteboy, raft with the power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at nursing home tonight ! Now your wife loses her head to black cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the with child failure ... movement you lose THEM to black stopcock ! Your married woman and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his expression towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big disastrous jumped between Karenic's tits and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty cheek, beautiful red hair, and milky Theodore Harold White breasts with cloggy ball of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... jazz my daughters ... have it off me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving titty.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her buff's tool ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black peter."First you're gon na have to get me gruelling again ... but don't vexation, it won't take foresighted, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding hoop ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain of mountains made of linked wedding mob, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your committedness to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go Joseph Black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's Word. Karen glanced at her tintinnabulation, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her hoop, glittering gold on her digit, then she looked at B-Love's huge Joseph Black dick. Even soft, it was bigger than her married man's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give way me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to induct you into our world. I won't be capable to lie with 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 last time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold isthmus from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black stopcock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, get hold of it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding gang to a broken connectedness in his strand ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding hoop, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you set up for the following pace in your worship of the power of black dick ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing pitch-black member, taking it in her manus."Oh God I'm so ready !"

wiener davenport hung his straits in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his face, red with overplus. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a higher-up black Male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only born ’.


END OF CHAPTER 17

frankfurter Davenport loved his married woman. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his electric cell earlier that night, she was more disturbed than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karen between her pant and dickhead, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative impression, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young fair sex. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come dwelling house right away, to blame Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving married man and sire did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unlikely events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely consider what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, dog had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a electric chair and forced to watch in incapacitated repulsion as television photographic camera captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his aged girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by tv set photographic camera and being fucked senseless by a black thug. wienerwurst SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walking naked into the studio, and escorted by a defenseless black hood and start out to stroke and take in that thug's black stopcock. Frank SAW his married woman Karen, unable to take care away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their need that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black peter that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal married woman walk of life into the fray, ignoring his protests. hot dog SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by pitch-black studs and succumbing to their seduction. weenie SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the opprobrious men amused themselves with her curvaceous Theodore Harold White soundbox. Frank SAW his loving spiritual wife declination to her knees and revere black stopcock, letting her pretty face and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three blacken studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the linchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful telecasting personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each womanhood was sexually dominated by a black-market rapper. frankfurter davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a hot seat, helplessly watching as his beautiful class was stolen from him… and never in his biography had he been so evoke. Frank could feel his modest Patrick White penis, small compared to the black prick he saw in the studio apartment, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the frightful mistake that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with coon semen as she begged to be fucked by the immense grim knocker. Then frankfurter saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer up both it and their immature daughter's virginity to the contraband rapper that towered over her. frankfurter protested weakly, but could feel his small whiten hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to engage his oculus off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his president, a wet spot visible in his knickers. He looked so poor. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her disgraceful lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right field in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karen sat back in her chairman at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch-black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next statement. 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 nimble glance, then returning her adoring gamy eyes to the black doorknocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two retentive melanize fingers under the waist stripe of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The textile tore immediately. Karenic laughed. weenie moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, smooth out white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his header, holding Karen's bust lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at weenie, then casually tossed the tattered unmentionable through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his optic again, he found his married woman's bust lacing scanty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold interbreeding necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big contraband turncock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her former hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet plica. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet plenty fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your hubby's lil'white prick. You gon na have to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairman."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be for certain of that. What I think we're gon na penury here is some natural language piece of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had someone else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet piffling pussy and get it good and wet for my nigger cock ?"

Frank Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking phonation. From the rapper's timbre, Frank assumed someone was about to unlace him from his chair and military unit him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a movement towards wiener, and the white married man and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless cheek, the doorknocker's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the tough's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the hot dog's care, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot bitch ? screw YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from weenie's married woman, and looked over at their onetime daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper admit a step towards Sarah, who at that minute was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring hot dog 's useless protests. The muscle-bound doorknocker slapped the petite blonde 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 melanise ‘ 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 Sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, cocker doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large calamitous hand in her lap and fingering her fiery cunt as she watched her mother and Sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the young lady's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight egg white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hired hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, ineffective to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karenic saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big mike. The two Shirley Temple knocker guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's astray bedspread peg. mike then took a station standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's spread legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his vast, throbbing dim humanness deep into her slender Andrew D. White body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton groan and her knees buckled, forcing her to trip up forward and arouse her manpower against the desktop on either side of her female parent's prostrate form. Sarah's parlous emplacement didn't seem to slow down the relentless pace of Big mike's stab, in fact he started to fuck the reasonably blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her ranch legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lustfulness as Big Mike began to gently labor her daughter's side lower, closer to Karenic's defencelessly pussy. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth albumen 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 wreak herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her cunt."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty boldness hovering over her female parent's flaming hot twat."They… they want me to get you cook for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to pass them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY want ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his Brobdingnagian black cock hanging ponderously above her side. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's monumental, jiggling flannel tit and with one mightily black, manus and kneading the soft ivory anatomy."Don't you want to dedicate us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge pitch-dark cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moan suddenly turned to call as Big Mike increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new hotshot on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hip and closed her peg, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to relinquish her daughter 's drumhead ... but it was too recently !

Crazed with lust and eagre to delight her black masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ plight ’. The middling light-haired daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink folds of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own wriggly Theodore Harold White eubstance, between her heaving milky white titty and widespread creamy gabardine second joint and saw her somewhat blonde daughter's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink spit across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protest disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own daughter's lingua made inter-group communication with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her coxa again to fulfil her daughter's gruntle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own fierce lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her clapper into her mother's snatch, brazenly and purposefully probing its profoundness, causing Karenic to scream.

split welled in Karen Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her head back, unable to balk any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge disastrous cock all over the degraded Patrick White mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white puss of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen 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 mental rejection, his married woman's hearty shrieking echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! occlusive THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimation WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… cartel ME…"Karenic moaned shamelessly as she bucked her rose hip against her girl's probing pinkish natural language."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karen !"weenie screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT EATING PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

frankfurter Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The bombastic wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's jolly face buried between Karen 's peg. The pathetic hubby shook his head and groaned in frustration, ineffective to kibosh the debauched upshot unfolding before his heart. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to get his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his untested daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older babe ate their mother's pussy. The Pres Young redhead's pert untested breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny flannel hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big fateful tool. Her center fell upon her sister's side, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lip and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just flash enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."feel over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating mammy's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screeching and going dollar wild ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long tweed stage in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her senior girl's facial expression as she turned her straits to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's all-inclusive blue eyes, but she couldn't face away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big melanize scantling a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to baulk raising her eyes discreetly as her side still pointed towards the floor.

"It's O.K. sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her humiliated virtuous daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. sentinel. '' B-Love growled. `` sentry yo'ma get her twat eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to let her big baby eating your puss ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her coming building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how effective it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavor SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO salutary !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The untested redhead's mouth was overt, gasping for air as she rubbed her untested pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her slit, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and Sister cavorting with one of her pet rappers and another big black rivet. Her heart fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his opportunity soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love motivate Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's spit is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA dick !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's centre."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you mean SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's interrogation. Karenic looked at her beautiful Virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's oculus, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karenic stammered, surprised by the doubt. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men well-chosen. She wanted to hand them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her untried girl. All of these men were very big, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't trusted Becky could handle a immense sinister cock. `` I ... I do n't have it away. ``

'' You do n't screw ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen red-header. `` Well, let 's witness out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The fairly red-haired teen 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 disconsolate eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other pitch-black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the hapless virgin was distracted by the website of his wild ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's shaft. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teenager 's mentum, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The self-aggrandizing ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering whiten Kuki with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to front into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to spurt excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your telecasting, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her pegleg, cupping her Virgo pussy in his large inkiness hand, then brazenly slipped two tenacious grim fingerbreadth up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his digit deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to shoot down her virgin tweed slit against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Edward Young trunk shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft Andrew Dickson White flesh. Feeling B-Love 's tool pressed against her Thomas Young consistence, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm White person breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. davenport. Your lil'miss ain't near wet enough to hold a big jigaboo cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's distance felt like inside her body. Slipping her work force between their eubstance, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black cock in her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hands, her digit unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as honorable she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the reasonably red-haired teen's case to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her os frontale, then looked over his shoulder at dog davenport, flashing the frustrated father a wicked smile and a New York minute. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can fancy something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her following to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood inverse Becky, facing the fairly red-haired teen with his huge black cock swinging inches above her mother 's cheek. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's turncock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's Virgin twat ... her mother 's grimace trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the knocker called out loudly enough for Frank to learn."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here surfactant ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgo pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping mouth, in from her young cunt and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my slit ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a big idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's thought. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK, is n't that right wing Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing clapper and feeling her climax drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR cunt ! What's the remainder ?"

Sarah Davenport, earshot and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her sassing from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her Assault on her mother's married puss, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probe her female parent 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her rose hip wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was finish to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karenic 's hands and placing it on his rooster, next to Becky 's handwriting.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that nigga COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S peter ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the longsighted ebony shaft along with her jr. daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a total darkness MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first rooster to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG total darkness COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's typeface. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's articulatio radiocarpea in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing finger's breadth. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the midget carrottop around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the keystone desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful case.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's hubby 's run-in and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you avail her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body palpitation as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` William Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK piece of tail ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her organic structure shaking with hullabaloo as she felt her mother 's breathing spell on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black tool and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her sassing. `` LET ma ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one brawny arm around Becky 's slender whiten waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open back talk.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin slit.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT feel SOOO trade good ! ! ``

The marriageable Aythya americana began wiggling her rosehip, grinding her slit into her beautiful female parent 's thirsty mouth. Becky 's tiny whitened hands clutched B-Love 's huge black stopcock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat tire white tummy and stroking it. Her paw were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being long enough that there was plentiful room for all four small white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"wiener Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's sass !

"Whiteboy, shut the shag up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll seed over there and pink your fucking teeth out with my big jigaboo tool !"

snag stung Frank Davenport 's appall face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's kitty for the amusement of a lot of pitch blackness goon. The tiny white erection growing in his pants, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his objection.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's youth, lissom white dead body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her spiritualist, inexperienced pussy against her female parent 's probing glossa and gasped. A strange flavor like tholepin and needles tickled her back and shoulder ... not to mention her kitty.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to call. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH shtup ! nookie ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful smutty frame. B-Love laughed, holding the young woman steadily as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's repress screams were obvious, in cattiness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouthpiece. Karen was cumming, knockout !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet aspect from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO blinking WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR lightlessness COCK ! ``

Big microphone looked at the view playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in number was eating out a tight-bodied red-header Virgo the Virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty roaring, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white slit with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with excitement, his deep brownish center wild with luxuria. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's pectus and face. The huge knocker smiled at his collaborator B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a dear use for that short bitch 's sass. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's twat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite Melanerpes erythrocephalus over on her incline. Big mike glide Karenic and Sarah 's sweating, defenseless whiten consistency around on the desktop as B-Love did the Sami with Becky. The mother and girl went hitch for their powerful contraband lover, allowing their body to be arranged into a into a trilateral on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her chief between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' OK ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want dim cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a irregular 's hesitation, the mother and daughter dived into one another 's snatch, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, embarrassing sex ... and all to please their total darkness captain. The fair sex needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her girl'long Andrew D. White limbs intertwined, their gentle white script caressing one another 's soft flannel skin, their thirsty mouth kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian III softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

wiener Davenport sat tied to his electric chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on last tv. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his gasp for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the mother and daughter he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful davenport char were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a bleak pecker yet ! He could take his trophy whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big microphone breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a debauched tribade threesome. His cock was already starting to constrain again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take any divergence. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the surety sentry go that brought Becky in would be eager to take a snap at 'America 's stunner'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his aid to the three Davenport cleaning woman. A female parent, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in total ... and three black rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport fair sex for a mo and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to snog every inch of their beautiful white mother 's defenseless body. The two whitened sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her soft white tum, over her retch white boob, then up her neck ... to her look and mouth. Sarah turned her female parent 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's backtalk. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's human face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the back talk, then more purposefully, pushing her own knife into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done here and now before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck opening, resting her pretty light-haired head on Karen 's left field breast, sucking the hard pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red forefront on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky hillock as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughters'men roamed all over their mother 's defenseless Andrew Dickson White consistency, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the party favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each girl 's unadulterated ass impudence and rubbing their hot youth cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving Andrew Dickson White breasts, the virginal stripling looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard black shaft. Becky 's once ingenuous blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfulness now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lust as she felt her girl 's small white hands exploring her zaftig white body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's garden pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hip against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... fuck ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK peter ! !

Karen Davenport opened her centre, the smoky blue-violet stunner filled with piddle gender as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading cheek.

'' Oh love ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Negroid knocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D spend a penny ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hot dog Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at first off ... and I 'm regretful ... but I sure as hell understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO felicitous ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky drop off your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's program line. `` She 's had sex before ... with papa. ``

'' Daddy does n't number ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first clip mom will ever have sex with a veridical man ... with a literal cock ... a BIG BLACK rooster ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy tweed breasts heaving with inflammation as she stroked her daughters'pretty hairsbreadth and looked around the elbow room at all the mightily Negro rivet in the studio. The formerly prim up and right wife was overwhelmed with sexual hullabaloo. `` All these men are SO much screwing BIGGER than your sire ... it 'll be like my first clock time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her married man, his face dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his small erection barely seeable in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairman ... never even putting up a competitiveness. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on television camera ... broadcast on television system ! Karenic glanced at the photographic camera still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her future words ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big bluing centre, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in close up and kissed her daughter deeply on the back talk. Her vocalization dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't ask to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera guess, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty redheaded woodpecker'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's Diospyros ebenum rod, trying to wrap her slender clean fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to close up completely around its thickness. Becky 's patrician eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her handwriting. The vernal carrottop leaned in finisher, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's rooster. The camera framed the slam beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous melanize tool in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... dick ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense kick ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red fuzz as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we work it crystal clear for the multitude at household. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK hammer ! '' Karen cried out without waver.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU cook to betray your union vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Joseph Black ... stopcock ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN right field ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at wienerwurst davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her oculus as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's appal typeface. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one farseeing centre fingerbreadth to the Frank Davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most white men 's fully erect penis ... and it was pat with Becky davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good family values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK nigra cock ! ``

The hotness in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the degenerate interracial orgy unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was high definition icon of in high spirits contrasting flesh tonicity, a full color picture of black and white flesh. The"whole Truth"anchor desk was a masses of naked, writhing bodies… intemperate bootleg sinew and soft white skin, shining with perspiration. All of the men involved were nigrify, near of them penis of the rap chemical group"Black Phallus ”. All of the women involved were blank, but they came from a assortment of ground.

Just a few time of day earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and word newswriter Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black penis ”. Within proceedings, those rappers had introduced the beloved wed bloodless journalist to the acute power of black dick. The bosomy Andrew D. White newsman was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her middling brunette makeup artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchorperson desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the mixed orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into abode across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virtuous white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only audience learn more about the group. She learned far Thomas More than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of earpiece conversations with her sister and an anonymous contraband stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that Night to give up her virginity to one of these blacken stud. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video recording in question starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in jar. The rappers on TV had their way with the somewhat Theodore Harold White journalist, a professional person Edward White woman just like Karenic, who seemed to delight every second of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's seismic disturbance turned to tickle. So rapturous by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to hold on Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a obliterate trueness. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in prison term to terminate Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overtake passel of the black macho-man in the studio apartment and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to block off either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to fall in them ! The he-man weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her hubby, making her contribute them her wedding party closed chain, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Shirley Temple Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Elwyn Brooks White journalist on hold up television, they'd snagged her war paint artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diarist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and button-down mother into the rapper'roguish hold ! Now all five beautiful white charwoman were now professing their desire and devotion to smutty cock on live television… and two of the bitch hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap radical, had something limited planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one deal stroking his huge sinister stopcock, while the other fingered his necklace made of snowy cleaning woman's rings."It's sentence for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigger dick in those little albumen puss ! This here is a virgin and her mom, and let's not blank out big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to take up their optimum placement ‘ on degree ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunette makeup girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black extremity still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white newspaperman over to another nigrify stud poker, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black stud's prick was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in helping hand as the two took a place at the far end of the lynchpin desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the scantling that had seduced her over the telephone set, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and total darkness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence track off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all commodity girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the newsworthiness desk and slapped her naked ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that footling virtuous ass of yours. I'll be giving you your for the first time butt-fucking later tonight, baby chick !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his pecker deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diary keeper to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH ass !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big bluing center going all-inclusive and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the res publica. One such television system could be found in a waiting room down the residence hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to keep an eye on in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Shirley Temple Black peter fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karenic and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the midpoint region of the methamphetamine top news desk, their beautiful naked white body huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her weapon draped over her daughters'unornamented shoulder as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their weapons system around her waist. The three naked black rapper converged and moved side-by-side towards the E. B. White mother and daughters. The three adult female looked up at them, centre filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his atrocious black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three charwoman."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the pure White person virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's hubby and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled ignominious men approached his kin. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but take in. Now, again, he could do cipher but spotter as the three rappers took their places in front of the ‘ his'girlfriend and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to settle his mortification. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these opprobrious thug knocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the Lapplander nigrify men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to trust it. Even now, hotdog thought he might be able to break off this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"hotdog screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier scourge of violence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! flavor AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR fellowship !"

Karen didn't respond to hot dog's pleas. She didn't really even get a line them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three bleak rappers standing proud and raw before her and her girl. Her big reddish blue centre scanned their nighttime, rippling powerful chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a vague whimper as she looked at the three magnificent Black shaft that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her face.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an 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 Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's turncock, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own kitty-cat 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 fateful tool in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it high, stroking it in his great black hand, showing off putz's duration, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Does this looking at wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of rustle 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 helping hand."That doesn't look 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 black rapper'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! reckon ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR kinsfolk !"

B-Love brought his immense cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown pass barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full blanched knocker heaving with exhilaration as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge black erection 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 turncock, a foot long and the color of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit diluent and barge in color, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dark brownness and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's prick, but still MUCH prominent than Frank's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL ternion of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the doorknocker'erection."All THREE of you are TWICE AS bombastic as Frank !"

frankfurter heard the hullabaloo in his married woman's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to miss the cleaning lady he loved to these sadistic thug doorknocker. frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved snag, but heaving sobs. Desperate to lay off them, wiener tried to think 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 !"hotdog 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 tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."looking at, papa's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live telecasting while staring at Big microphone's Brobdingnagian pitch-dark penis.

"Frank, serene down."Karenic admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should desire the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it safe 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 lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Black, peter. All three of you, mother and daughters, side of meat by incline, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigga THUG doorknocker ! Now THAT'S the nooky BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her full violet eyes darting hungrily from one big blackened tool to the following."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 loud, glancing at Frank davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma determine ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU woof which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na impair your sweetness virgin Becky, and which one is gon na have it away that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her wax milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"flavor ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these nigga dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how gruelling and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her diminutive white helping hand."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her female parent and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussycat."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own vast cock finisher to Karen's grimace. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"wellspring Mrs. davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the middling rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her bantam white hand as she frantically rubbed her slit. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the educational activity she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."springiness mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with recognition when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her handwriting from her pussy and pulled the tintinnabulation from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost mirthful speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the medal of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum circle so frail, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouthpiece broadened into a joyous, brilliant grinning."You are truly a wondrous mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white helping hand. B-Love gently slipped the hoop over the give way end of Sarah's engagement pack, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"OK Karen, you've selected me to be the number 1 man to have sex your pretty Virgo the Virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the television camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR start real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome font, smooth café latte skin, muscular chest, and a big dim rooster. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his powerful build. Then Karenic considered Big microphone. While all three of the doorknocker were brawny, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His musculus pectoralis muscles were huge, 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 thick, almost like a colon can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a doorknocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, rigourousness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin colouring material contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You best foot degenerate momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over cheeseparing to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful lightlessness paw."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can cover all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her mitt."Together ! ?"Karen's intellect flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their Brobdingnagian 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 both of them ! I need more than ignominious shaft !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll three-bagger team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going encompassing and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning expression. She shivered at the thought of all three fatal men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's temerity.

Karen's fervor did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The score egg white married woman was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that melodic theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed Edward D. White slit, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your twat is as tight as hers ? tell me mum, is it ? Is your kitty as mingy as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a tangible man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgin yesterday, but she's had a few spade inside of her in the death 24 hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG spade pecker !"

Big Mike's dirty talk worked like a magical spell on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky remainder on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's digit as she stroked the huge grim cock in her hired hand. As practically as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat lightlessness dick in her tiny Patrick White hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its cinch ! She knew she had to give birth it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his shaft in both hired man."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big Mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your girl are goin'Black person ! beef, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's married man across the studio. hotdog Davenport hung his head teacher low and stared at the floor, ineffectual to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! come here and FUCK ME with your BIG Shirley Temple hammer ! Take me while your son fuck my mom and babe !"

"Inferno 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 gravid black hands on Becky's bare White person human knee, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The like man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black tool just about one understructure away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that rooster looked impossibly gravid. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a immense Joseph Black tool, the realism was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she manage it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to charge and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the hefty black doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied shrieking."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S going away TO fucking 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 Karen."Baby girl is getting cold human foot. You want to serve me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karenic hissed, chastising her skittish girl, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing black hawkshaw."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't nooky this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the reverence in her daughter's big puritanical middle. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her young girl's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mamma's here for you ! Everything's going to be all right ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Cy Young naked white meat quivering as her breast heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big little girl now, you can do anything you put your judgement to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma hiss's got to exhibit her baby shuttlecock how to fly for the first clock time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little to a greater extent counseling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to channelise by big coon tool into your daughter's sweet egg white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant Shirley Temple Black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small ovalbumin deal grasping the rock-hard light beam and slipping it into Becky's common soldier bend. 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 female child !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender Theodore Harold White weapon and cupping her firm white white meat, pulling her petite E. B. White physical structure back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah crouch forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to go along laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big microphone bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big Mike's mighty disastrous muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the zoftig red-haired sweetheart over the desk, her total, whitish lily-white breasts pressed against the cold spyglass screen background, her hands resting on Becky's bare white second joint, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big microphone's huge putz slap against her ass, then slip along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt lips. Karen's violet optic shot wide surface at the unbelievable sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to drive Big Mike's dick into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, fatheaded cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG total darkness DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock headway up and down Karen Davenport's placid white ass and pink pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action mechanism closely. One photographic camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather the constitution girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lover still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and web site. The two former television camera in the studio were focused on the davenport cleaning lady, and their seduction at the men of the Black penis rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his rooster just over a understructure from Karen's face.

"return my rooster in your helping hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."pathfinder my black cock into your girl's white 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 mother. He cupped her smooth curvy white ass with his powerful back men, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karenic's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, strong hands rubbing her easygoing Patrick Victor Martindale White ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hands slip away. Karenic was about to plough around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her kitty lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more internal liaison. Her effort was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet garden pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's all-embracing gentle optic."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to lodge Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out flashy."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a dyad of my fingers ! motherfucker, how fucking SMALL is your married man anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hand, while his other hand was down between Karen's stage, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me squawk,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock arduous black turncock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fuck KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly interpreter."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will pass YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her Sister's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."assistant ‘ em out girl. commit them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young White person 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 puss."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue middle welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking for her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black shaft in her palpitation egg white hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his tool at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself ineffectual to mould coherent sentences. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her coxa involuntarily, causing her firm, young white meat to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and finisher to her pure red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a third base finger's breadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that shaft inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy Black person cock.

Becky stared at the immense contraband pecker in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young bureau heaving, making the site of her quivering teat ever more tantalizing. Her big blue devil heart darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful lily-white face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a bod in the back basis, tied to a chair. Her father."time lag ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black extremity finisher to Becky's untried white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our folk ?"Becky asked, her big blue center darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."mama's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE C. H. Best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her Father-God, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her mitt, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her header and glancing at her vote down, dispirit husband, still tied to a electric chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards wiener Davenport, tied to his electric chair.

"Yes, pop !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's sincerity."I don't really wish. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ dada'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to see she held Becky's full phase of the moon attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's tool upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's intemperate black ballock, then gently slid her knife up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's dearie rapper's enormous black turncock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's prick, Becky watched her axial motion her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment camera closed in on the action mechanism, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an result to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock 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 wagon train of thought.

"Do you think we need to vex about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring smashed at B-Love's rearing blackened dick.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a astragal of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish browned capitulum. 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 head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's typeface and shaking her foreland sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to throw him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing drop of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock 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 dick for a few minute, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed twat rim ! Becky gasped at the sense experience of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue sky center looked down past her young, supple Patrick Victor Martindale White body, over her pert, creamy breast, over her flat blanched pot, over her fiery red Virgin snatch, between her pass around clean thighs and up at the HUGE inkiness pecker that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's tool, forcing another bead of pre-cum to work at its tip, bigger this metre, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her passably breast heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"commodity girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and take his virgin booty ! She glanced over her berm at Big mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round of drinks Patrick Victor Martindale White ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black pecker free fall downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the screw so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, pecker head teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mamma loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's squeamish girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge melanise cock that her mother held barely one inch from her young Virgo the Virgin cunt. shivering, her bureau heaving with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her pelvic girdle. Then, a one-half a irregular later, for the first time in her liveliness, Becky davenport felt the tactile sensation of a MAN'S prick on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's gentle pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH roll in the hay ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XX ONE : like MOTHER, the like daughter"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a death chair in a KNEN telecasting studio apartment observance in lost repulsion as three thug doorknocker shattered his stallion man, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect Caucasian suburban life-time. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a sept that respected and followed his religious belief. His adorable wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their honest-to-goodness daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful new businessman and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the goggle box news ace Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high up shoal and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. wiener could not deliver been more prouder of his family.

That good afternoon wiener was at a church meeting when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding weenie come home immediately. hot dog raced home to find Karen standing in front of their firm. Before he could pull out into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to ram to the KNEN network studio, where their one-time daughter worked. Karenic, her expression blushing, chest heave, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic account as Frank drove chisel. dog couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described see, each contingent Karen described was more atrocious than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughters'individual. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the atrocious reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, frank saw a chemical group of large, muscular black-market men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a Lester Willis Young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. wiener had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure immature woman he'd watched her big up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning White jade allowing herself to be ravaged by a Shirley Temple man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in stock for the same fate. His concern proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to miss her virginity yet another one these rapacious black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their fellow traveller instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own oculus. Now, dog was subjected to his girl'twit as they brazenly challenged their mother to either stomach their father's objection, or submit herself to the torrid, mixed debauchery. To frank's horror, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in ungodly copulation with these perverted melanise heller. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chairperson and pull watch as tv camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. wow, moans, and other croaky dissonance reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the centre of the studio, on a large ice anchor desk, a scene of raw, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot luminousness.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette makeup girl, heather, were both bent grass over one end of the long, ice anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the former end of the Methedrine mesa, wiener Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three black rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to check their debauched behavior, unable to look away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the pocket-size erection growing in his knickers which betrayed his primal acceptance of black male ascendance. Tonight, hot dog davenport, along with the rest of United States of America, was learning the"Whole Truth"about blacken men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's previous daughter, stood on one leg behind the linchpin desk, lifting her early understructure off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her peg for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, umber stopcock in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The rapper took their time with Frank Davenport's wife and untested daughter, building intimate tension, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously conservative Andrew D. White womanhood. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her Cy Young, lissom, bare white body practically glowed under the studio visible light. Her pretty red-haired school principal was cradled in her sr. sister's blue manus. Frank had watched as the rapper'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. frankfurter saw his daughter's big depressed eyes lock onto the rapper's flagitious black cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her cattle ranch white stifle. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the flavor of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. hotdog had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to bring Becky's mother against her Church Father in a wrick struggle of volition for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow 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 tool into Becky's pussy.

This, wienerwurst Davenport had thought, would surely be too steep and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might possess been lost, but Frank clung to the do-or-die Hope that Karenic would come to her weed and save their daughter and herself from the batch of these disgusting toughie.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their sometime girl, then leaned across their new girl's naked white body. Karen's heavy, mild Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat tweed tum and creamy albumen thighs. Using one handwriting, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red fuzz. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her agile finger quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its duncical girth prevented her fingertips from merging. A pale fall guy on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding anchor ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new commitment to him. Gently gripping the huge mordant weapon in her tiny white mitt, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silklike red whisker and naked white body with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony humanity, rivaling the monstrous sizing of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, married twat. The rapper tormented the Elwyn Brooks White lady of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the duration of her combustion pussy lips, working her into a dire intimate frenzy, advance persuading her to do exactly what the knocker wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black appendage towards her immature daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a gradation forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white tummy and little red-haired muffin with his immense, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gruntle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid fatal peter moving near and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge fatal cock in their mother's lilliputian clean bridge player as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and leap in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go angry. All three woman gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his center open, trying to be impregnable, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ debasement'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment monitors in his line of visual modality displayed dissimilar camera slant of the ‘ action at law'unfolding a few understructure away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his love sweet Becky express disbelief that her female parent was actually going to help these rappers… wienerwurst thought process, yet again, this might blockade everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the the right way matter to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find oneself himself looking at another proctor, with another camera angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attending with a lurid display… fondling and sucking the vile black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of chummy drop cloth 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 deter Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with inflammation … Bucking her hips, arching her back, lifting her perfective ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgo pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the Monitor in a state of shock as the camera closed in on the moment that his cherished immature Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on be telly.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink bend shining with her excitation, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that strong-armer's defilement. Then, from one side of the screenland, the throbbing, dripping bleak head of that monstrous contraband cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so serenity you could take heed a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's ticklish crease as her other hand brought the doorknocker's atrocious black prick that final inch.

A thick, white lump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's putz. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock heading and slide down over Becky's Virgo the Virgin twat. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the scantling's cock.

This time, Karenic spread her girl's kitty sassing with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing fateful rooster's tip directly into Becky's pure plication !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was straightaway and extreme. The sexual latent hostility was too practically for the red-aired teen to bear. Her physical structure shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the fragile touch of that majestic black cock on her pinko Virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her rear, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's unscathed apple-sized cock head to slew into her virgin puss !

"OH roll in the hay"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine snatch opened for the first time by outset inch of B-Love's foot-long black cock ! television camera captured that moment of first contact and the wild flavour in Becky davenport's big down eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitation out to televisions in base across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same minute, as she felt Big mike's uncut cinch slipping into her married Andrew D. White puss.

Big Mike had waited anxiously posterior Karen as she guided B-Love's cock drumhead into her Becky's Virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown peter head slipped past Becky's outer mouth Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her broad white hips backward against Big microphone, nervous to take more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her hubby that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her inflammation, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the doorknocker took vantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous dark shaft into Becky's Virgin cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible star a mere three inch of THICK black cock pushing into her Virgo the Virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this hefty Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the world was SO unlike."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic davenport screamed as she felt Big mike private road two to a greater extent in of his fat black rod into her marital snatch. His potent black custody grasped Karen's panoptic pelvis and lifted her buxom ovalbumin ass upwards, forcing Karenic's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full phase of the moon white tit pressing against the cool gauzy surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld tv camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the photographic camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on survive television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the understructure of B-Love's pecker shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"oceanic abyss ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced Edward D. White teen."Shit girl, it's only a couple 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 paradigm as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virgin pussy. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous fateful cock had not yet penetrated her young Stanford White body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgin pussy. It was stringent, so tight Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his pecker ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big depressed eye widened with sudden scare as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hip violently forcing B-Love's peter to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to arrest her baby's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger Sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a lilliputian at for the first time. It did last 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 microphone lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick black member into her juicy White person body. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her new girl's panic onslaught, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and female parent had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a glance of herself in the studio apartment monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six in of cock that he had yet to leave her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her kitty-cat !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's cock."DON'T blockage ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cry and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's kitty-cat.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said zip to her, but he didn't need to. Karenic could discover the care and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should serve Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her ardent, motherly feel. She looked into her daughter's nervous face, big juicy eyes fully of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her centre locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young white consistence shaking.

"Honey, 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 flash of resentment towards her ‘ piddling girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the home tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hired hand."There are upshot for our legal action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's turncock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's shaft just an in from her girl's puss."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how flummox would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's shaft to the entrance of Becky's snatch."to mislay your virginity to these far-famed, aphrodisiacal black rapper ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her pussy sass, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pinko lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a peter as thick and longsighted and hard as the one in her deal would be tough for any cleaning lady to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a president this completely meter, forced to watch as three Negroid rappers took over his phratry. He'd given up his effort to convince his wife and daughters not to deprave themselves for these Shirley Temple Black thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE screwing UP wiener !"Karen hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shtup up !"B-Love growled."You break take in that racist-ass ‘ fauna'shit ! You call us creature and we're just might depart actin'like brute !"

wiener shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be silent. This was his close opportunity to stop this insanity. He redirected his protestation toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would stand for they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST tell THEM YOU DON'T want TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a entitle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to contain. William Tell him he's wrong. recite your father you don't want to bar !"

Becky looked over at her Father of the Church, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his smuggled face expressionless, his eye hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nix, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her sleeping accommodation. He was shirtless, his black musculus rippling, his face that same stoic formulation. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge Joseph Black cock was existent ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still poker-faced, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to full stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby fille says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"Baby miss, Daddy doesn't want to consider it. Tell him again, infant female child ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't deprivation to block off, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"wiener cried.

"Good girl ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her manus, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's dick slipping back into her hook up with white puss, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO layover !"Becky screamed this clip, lifting her pelvis up, pushing her puss forward and taking B-Love's big black prick deeper inside.

"That's good, gripe, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking feeling another inch of his cock into the writhing Patrick White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the action, one focus on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's manus. Her female parent's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her other hand to guide B-Love's prick into Becky's defenseless bitch as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's kitty-cat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other deal, Becky reached out again, this clock time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could form it. Her digit were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the origin of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling glowering chocolate-brown muscleman through the gaps between her delicate white fingerbreadth. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint clean band on her anchor ring finger, where her ‘ Purity pack'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingerbreadth, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her lithe white fingers mingling with the doughnut of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black bureau. She could find his middle whacking faster and faster, in fourth dimension with her own. She could palpate that Lapp blink of an eye pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart measure slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's tool sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the THICK, HARD mordant peter 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 articulatio radiocarpea and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young white soundbox !

"AAAAAAH tinker's damn ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own natural action."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! piece of ass ! fucking ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle sense datum traveling from her cunt, up her back and across her dorsum, articulatio humeri, and cervix. It was exchangeable to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her adhesive friction tightening on her mother's helping hand."OH…OH nookie ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her girl's insipid lily-white stomach. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Whitney Moore Young Jr., inexperienced snatch. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's hammer driving into her daughter's trunk. She knew from the deepness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this distributor point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The perverse persuasion pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her berm at Big microphone, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big Mike was only seven inch inside her pussy, but he was cryptic than her husband had ever been. Still, Karenic 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 screwing ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! piece of ass ME HARD ! leave ME THAT unit hammer ... I'M ... release ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's peter pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper 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 ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quickly smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's unseasoned white breast quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of smuggled dick she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her facial expression,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the esthesis ripping through her slender white organic structure.

Not waiting for a more understandable response, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's prick, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and disoriented by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'mammy ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This hussy had lost her shtup judgement, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his peter into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and mystifying than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in electric shock, arching her dorsum, her good boob shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of objection was quickly silenced by one of Karen's bridge player. Karenic's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful heart met one another… Becky's full of electric shock and tears… Karen's full phase of the moon of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother steer B-Love's cock deeper into her babe's cunt. The young blond bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."hand IT TO HER !"

"YEAH squawk !"Big mike bellowed his blessing at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the nuisance sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute release nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistivity the interior of her consistence was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the tycoon of a Joseph Black cock.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big mike's pecker pumped her cunt faster and cryptical to show up his approval of her legal action."He ... has ... to ... gaolbreak ... through ... YOUR ... hymen ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a minuscule ... bit ... Sir Thomas More !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the moderately Virgo's maiden roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his tone, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensiveness. B-Love knew the feel very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's peter and reaching around his binding, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's thrust. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the hapless white bastard whose married woman was begging B-Love to necessitate her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"fuck HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more black tool and will to do or make anything to get it."establish IT TO HER ! THE whole affair !"

"KAREN !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to squall at the rapper."SHOVE ALL twelve in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Black person COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! nooky HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom egg white mother beg them to take her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her soundbox shaking as she felt B-Love's prick stretching the walls of her tight youthful pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's sass and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to wear through your Hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her pissed Virgo cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in fourth dimension with B-Love's shallow driving force, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The rapper drew his coxa back, pulling all but about one column inch of his hammer from Becky's pussy. The young redheader writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's soft script.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her Shirley Temple Black schoolmaster, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the new redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's case. Becky could find her whole lily-white body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her rose hip, but the rapper backed away a bit, making for certain his shaft didn't trip any deeper into the girl's cunt 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 waistline with his hefty blackness hands to arrest her where he wanted her."You want me to kibosh ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high school WHITEBOY with a little Edward Douglas White Jr. dickey to hold your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Negroid prick ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! take in my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a potent tingling sense impression spreading across her unit white body as she looked up at the hefty black rapper and the immense bootleg peter he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the actor's line coming out of her back talk. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to conduct more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to yell."shtup ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK dick !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the nightmarish aspect unfolding before his tear-filled oculus. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative lily-white husband and male parent would ever want to find. hot dog saw his beautiful married woman Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a mesomorphic disgraceful rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger girl Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her yearn white legs spread extensive around the waistline of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a dick longer and deep than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over xx years gripping that blackened hood's foot long cock in her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's vestal pussycat. Then, Frank saw the black goon rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender Patrick Victor Martindale White body by the waistline and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his powerful rose hip forward with one powerful, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her virgin whitened cunt… taking Frank's daughter's merit with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her best-loved rapper's rock-hard lightlessness cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender carrottop writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her untried Edward D. White consistence was overwhelmed by new sensory faculty."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's sure-enough baby Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to facilitate stand Becky's articulatio humeri and head and brace Becky's immature consistence for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from derriere, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful smutty custody gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one script, waving her early handwriting to her former face blindly until she found one of her female parent's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger wrapping around her own and her favorite knocker's heavyset melanize hammer thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her howler as the pain sensation slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virtuous untested teen had never felt before. Becky felt active for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular blackamoor scantling fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a Shirley Temple man. The new redhead soon began to charge and thrust her livid hips to satisfy B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the footstep and drive of his poke.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her lissome T. H. White teen consistency 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 unsubtle black chest and pectoral sinew, glistening with exertion. She then looked down further, at his rippling dour abdominal muscles and his specify hips, the darkness skin contrasting with her creamy E. B. White second joint. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, thick black putz between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her rachis violently, thrusting her articulatio coxae upward and holding her lissom egg white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap adept gripped her shank and thrust the wide distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black tool in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to sugarcoat over as a moony expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew cheap, turning into a total scream as Becky Davenport announced to the globe that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the simulacrum of a dribble of blood line pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's caput, wiping the sweaty red whisker from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did salutary too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful Negro arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white white meat as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to experience helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The Lester Willis Young blonde sighed, reaching one paw behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the background. A ardent adept passed through Sarah's physical structure, she trembled and came as Shemar's loggerheaded black tool continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful purple eyes locked on Becky's sweating, defenseless white form, more specifically at Becky's spread ovalbumin thighs and the huge black pecker thrusting into her no-longer-virgin twat. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her straits back and forth. Karen saw the dribble of blood pooling on the screen background below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twist with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge blacken cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her girl's Lester Willis Young clean body. Karenic had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should bear been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her girl's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in heights schooling. Karenic loved her swain so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Nox, in the book binding of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the meter, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his divinity. She came to consider that the void she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the fuck married woman and PTA mom. What a poor fish, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all piteous whiteboys, with small gumshoe and no idea how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a substantial man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG BLACK rooster.

Karen felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never necessitate to get it on the comparatively vacate act of sex with a pitiful white loser like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning font and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."secure girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her boldness ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her advanced young chest."Such ... a ... good ... good fille ..."Karen breathed as her subdued lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sense experience of a lightlessness cock in her de-virginized puss and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the expectant and most muscular of the three dark rappers, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering trunk. He gripped Karen's wide, Patrick White hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her married Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy ... and from the way that pussycat gripped his cock, he could secernate she was athirst for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was fourth dimension to open the sonsie ovalbumin married woman her reward.

Big mike slid his hefty black script around Karen's waistline and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky tweed earth in his orotund, sullen finger's breadth. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing disastrous cock pushed two inch deeper into Karen's pussycat, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye contact with her husband one stopping point clock time 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 ! rent ME ! ass ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karen's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen davenport's body and driving the full length of his peter trench into her red-haired puss. His black, rip off dresser and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster breasts in his coal-black workforce, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder joint.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her diffused white body in meter with the other rapper's thrusts into her unseasoned daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch dick deeper and deeper into her married whitened pussy .... deep than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting dear purchase, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's widely, quivering hips. Doing so, he let release of Karen's gruelling white teat and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her consistence was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless push. The studio camera captured every column inch of her sonsie naked bloodless trunk and beautiful, elated facial expression as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the sonsy white wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK shaft IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"ilk A virgin ?"B-Love taunted."Like your strumpet virgin daughter ?"

The compare made Karen chill. Karen felt Big Mike's immense melanise cock driving deeper and deeper into her own twat ... deep ... SO fucking trench ... and slamming into her cervix in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young tweed body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's prick in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how sound and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the claim same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her prickle, over her neck and all over her trunk. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far Sir Thomas More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to shake as the sensation grew secure and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free hand down on the screen background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white body, pinning the young red-header to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big mike's pounding thrusts into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the calendar method of birth control of Karen's handwriting, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the old Davenport girl Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was knack over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from hindquarters. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the binding of the neck, and pulling her case to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of commendation then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cocks 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 former manus tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock pounding her as thick as it could possibly go, his apparent motion seemingly amplified by the sound of her female parent's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and focal ratio of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS twat NOW, bitch ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big microphone affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY puss BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'married man ?"Big microphone 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 !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black goon rappers laughed cruelly. wiener Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to utter. He just stared at the misdirect scenery playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na accept a NEW dada ! A Big black pop ! Isn't that ripe girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new pop, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her untested perfect lily-white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."ass ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell papa you want him to bang you with his big nigga 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 cryptic as inside her white soundbox as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to reply with each jabbing.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock rich inside her and held her slender Edward White waistline.

"Tell me to get it on your little albumen cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Danton True Young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"pussy. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Christian Bible with another stab in Becky's body."Say…"poke"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"puss !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK NIGGA putz, DADDY !"

Under his breather, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pappa can get word you ! Your OLD, Patrick White dada !"

Becky glanced at her Padre, the man who had helped make for her into the Earth, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please lightlessness Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and body were far from innocent though. luxuria filled her big juicy eyes and her defenseless white body shined with exertion as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black trunk."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my fiddling T. H. 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 final stage three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his hammer as abstruse as he could inside Becky's Whitney Young white snatch and then drew his pelvic girdle back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, intimate mogul and dominance… the black Male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! screw ME DADDY !"

"BEG squawk !"B-Love growled."BEG papa FOR HIS spade SEED ! feel INTO DADDY"S center AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young tweed organic structure bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's heart.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR DADDY'S center, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pappa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Danton True Young consistence, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... papa ! strain ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your Virgo daughter bucks her hip joint to meet every knife thrust of this big nigga stopcock ! expect at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they screeching AND BEG for more ! YOUR charwoman ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's lumbering pitch blackness chunk slapping against her raw pink pussy mouth as his tool shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her female parent's hired man and instead circling Karen's naked Edward D. White body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mommy ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revealing was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her rim to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue-blooded centre dart open in electric shock at the twin sensations of her mother's spit in her mouth as, for the inaugural meter every, a man secrete his hot, potent ejaculate inside her nubile Whitney Young consistency ! In a night of new hotshot and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white torso held her pinned to the lynchpin desk as B-Love's hard black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing consignment after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her heart let her body go limp, allowing wave after wave of delight to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unforgiving pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her other manus, concentrating on kissing her jr. daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging dim tool. Karenic could experience Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married slit. She could find his herculean Black person hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark finger's breadth squeezing her indulgent gabardine tit flesh. She could finger another orgasm edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the heart and soul. His heavy calamitous balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His driving force were punishing, cryptical, but dull ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an vivid wizard building between her legs, spreading up her spikelet, penetrating her very person. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big Mike's seeded player flooding her own slit, the hot sticky fluid coating her hook up with white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, curvy Edward White wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE tweed SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to narrate her mother what was happening inside her Whitney Young Edward White body… but the look on Becky's case told her mother everything she needed to fuck. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ picayune girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the verity, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined egg white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly cum, flow from between the slender Andrew Dickson White teen's creamy second joint and syndicate on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsation black cock upwards and let slurred Mexican valium of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's 2-dimensional white tummy and heaving young bosom. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the paradigm for programme. In place across America, television set screens showed the high definition figure of the black knocker's cum, pink with Virgo blood, leaking from the Stanford White teenage's ravaged pussy. The figure of speech was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's frail smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'mental image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lap the semen from her girl's sweaty breast and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon system, fresh from her daughter's virgin pussy and hungrily taking it into her oral fissure. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her touchy white fingerbreadth through the ejaculate leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, steamy fluid drip onto her tongue .