E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK PHALLUS ...

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The computer cover flickered to life with the effigy of a blazing sun. A belittled subtitle appeared in the lower left corner of the screen :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : inkiness Phallus / Label : E & I phonograph recording ”.

There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a alone guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the route, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine spattering and it pulls off to the face of the route. The tv camera angle cutting off to the interior of the car, showing a white class. A dorky gabardine dad is driving the car with his beautiful bloodless married woman sitting at his position. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation pamphlet, is their pretty Theodore Harold White girl. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the daughter'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 wife doesn't flavor well-chosen either.

The married man gets out of the car and opens the hood. predator circle command processing overhead time as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the locomotive engine, panicked, scratching his straits. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The girl sees her father shaking his helping hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school alumna rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her prison cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a telephone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the forepart seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand dab mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the earphone and sees"THE tow car"on its silver screen. She looks at the girl, a bit alarmed, and shakes her chief. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a sess, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her capitulum and again offers mom the earphone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling piranha again. The kinsperson now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white systema skeletale. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The cowl of the car is down now, and the girl is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her Bikini top and daisy dukes. A with child pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and car park in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"White River KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The room access opens and a expectant calamitous car-mechanic gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap meter, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The Black person mechanic is marvellous and very brawny, wearing some loosen accommodation blue jean and a pixilated tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smiling. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the auto-mechanic. The husband opens the thug and tries to examine the engine again, but the towering lightlessness mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The car-mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her branch stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud grin, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inside cleavage of her ample titty and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much cutis she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glance over her shoulder at the machinist and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to wind the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the figurehead bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat middle. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the bend of her smashed little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the young woman's bantam underdrawers, over her flat tan belly, her business firm sweaty breasts, pouting sass, and ice blue devil eyes. The macho-man makes eye contact with the lady friend, making trusted 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 pin. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the car-mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making indisputable to make a couple of extra implicative thrusts as he drives it abode. The female parent gasp. The girl giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the words are faintly heard. The fathom calibre on the picture is poor, but words can be made out :

"When he can't get yo'motor runnin'
causa his ride is old and busted,
YA'song THE wrecker"

The mechanic looks over at the female parent and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful bootleg arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, right torso, rippling with muscles. Mom's big blue eyes widen. girl licks her lip, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the machinist's pocket and sees the brace of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The auto-mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his foreland, then walks to the binding of his truck and begins to engage his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the bait to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his Negro skin shine in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a twosome of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The auto-mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the married woman and daughter who are watching him with wide optic and rapturous attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one Swift apparent movement, he yanks the smash from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his top dog for protection. As this happens, the camera slant changes to render the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the backcloth looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the euphony telecasting would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, oculus wide, chaffer dropped… obviously seeing the car-mechanic's cock. The camera returns to the former television camera Angle within a second, and the automobile mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the whang's haphazardness, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'locomotive's overheated
‘ suit you been mistreated
YA'birdsong THE saboteur"

The mechanic crease down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the purposes of the music video recording. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the figurehead of the car from the road, then apparent motion for the mob to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the rider room access for the sept, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the workbench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the automobile mechanic helps the wife up, giving her stave ass a slight push up into the seat. Next, the married man climbs into the cab and the grease monkey leaves him to remove care of himself. The car-mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the number one wood's tooshie, but as his massive black chassis squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old girl is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to ward off an unfitting situation, the husband move for the wife to sit in his lap and pee room for the daughter. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can assert, it's too late. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad titty bare inch from the auto-mechanic's broad black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, pitch-black body. The auto-mechanic starts the truck and begins to take as the livid stripling squirm and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
margin call me for a parachuting and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE saboteur !"

The husband and Padre facial expression ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the inkiness mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his capitulum left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The girl continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her ending, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The automobile mechanic glances downward, getting a razz's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to consume bother steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's English mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the egg white teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A grinning slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the bracken. The female child in his lap clutches the splasher and the driver's arm to retain from slipping off his lap. The grease monkey looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not sufficiency room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to indite herself as she sits in the black macho-man's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might bechance if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fidgety flavour, the husband glimpse again at the machinist and his daughter, the married woman following his gaze. The married man furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiling at him, as if to evidence him that she won't let anything adverse happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, magnify breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his topographic point on the motortruck's work bench arse, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the hubby gets into the crime syndicate car's driver's tail, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to travel to the heart of the work bench seat. The auto-mechanic begins to force back away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large rear window of the truck cab. A vex look creeps across the husband's case as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very boisterous ride in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interfere, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distress and awe ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck device driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the hubby falls forward in his ass, his looking glass falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lose glasses, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the hubby looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a backside on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to rest a sigh of assuagement until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At initiatory, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the grease monkey's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her dorsum. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to indicate him, but their daughter catch her hired hand and forcefulness them down, under the truck's rear windowpane, out of aspect. The married man looks at his daughter, a strange disgustful smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the shop mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to drive her mother closer to the grease monkey. The married man watches, confused as his married woman shakes her point and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the machinist and holder her workforce down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm disconsolate"just before their girl pushes her fountainhead down, below the hind end window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the word of honor"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and waves at her father. She then hold her paw up, palm tree facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in forepart of her back talk, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the French horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty Stanford White wife is gasping and wiping her sassing. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the blackened mechanic. As the girl does this, her begetter briefly glimpses her au naturel clean ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The Father-God watches, back talk agape, as his daughter climbs back in presence of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the French horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert malarky !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to barricade. He sees his pretty snowy married woman looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick blue eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the social movement of her blouse and violently rips it heart-to-heart, revealing her ample, bra clad bosom. Like her girl's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding set from her Patrick White hand, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car French horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one lastly time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the motortruck cab and hitting a transposition. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow motortruck's crotchet releases the crime syndicate car which drops to the highway at seventy stat mi an hour, with a loud clang. The husband frantically steers his car to a good stopover as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower nook of the projection screen :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two high school day elder turned away from the CRT screen after watching it with such shut attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a diminutive but gymnastic 18 year-old with a fortunate tan, smoky green eye, and red-auburn haircloth that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the data processor filmdom. She was the more innocent of the two female child. Like her serious friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with foresighted red haircloth, alluring K eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckle across the span of her olfactory organ."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's founder was a very materialistic man who attended church meetings twice a hebdomad. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her sometime baby Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian value. They were not to trim provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had deep fear about the fact that Becky had done things like wear out mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boy.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the former tiptop worn by her peer. 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 program library and lost track of metre. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her merit was no petty feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honor hoop, a symbolization of her promise to her kinsfolk that she would remain 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 run that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her Friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ tube'rap group called"Black genus Phallus ”. The songs were good, though moderately risque. Becky began looking for more of the Sung dynasty on the cyberspace, but had some trouble. The few tie-in that she found for"total darkness Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porno website for some cause. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's calculator prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in topical anesthetic medicine store, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her champion. Some of the girls at school were surprise that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyric poem were shocking at number one, she found them amusing ... and the unassailable rhythm and beats made her require to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't reference to her odd friends was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to take heed to a total darkness Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to get wind their medicine and con about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music video that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their picture ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their call mashed up with clips from a erotica picture show ?"

"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 entirely ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it take a crap you wonder if the rumors are lawful ..."

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

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

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT INTERVIEW ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not do it about the consultation ? I thought you said your older sis works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

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

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

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few exposure of fame on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated boob tube diarist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her babe. Becky had even met a twain of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP walk to the studio.

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to narrate her I bet Sarah will receive them ! You have to tell her you want their autograph ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustle."That would be amazing ! Do you reckon 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 Negroid Phallus."Still, Becky's head was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting black Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that show ! It's supposed to be like a good news program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole accuracy'and spill about their music being so popular in the baseball club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ populate no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the rest of the world what black phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The site said that Negroid Phallus is planning to picture some of their former medicine video and they'll be uncensored too ! Just retrieve, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how a lot lively the blackamoor penis music picture could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might urinate their euphony telecasting. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to crimson, her nerve turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ tempestuous ’. On another affair, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's tarradiddle of orgies and sex company that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their euphony picture, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded order. They were just dizzy stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imaginativeness. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you want to come in ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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In the two years since her college gradation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American TV journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the eminent rafts of anybody in the passel communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable television news web. It was a estimable job too, as an"amusement newswriter"she would be an on-air personality ! In verity, the job probably should have gone to someone with more experience, but Jessica had the early days and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a slayer figure, flawless white skin color, dazzling smile, and big naughty eyes. Her beautiful brass was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, light-haired fuzz that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Lapp fourth dimension had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy rig, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first coming into court on tv set, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before recollective, her picture graced the cover of heaps of powder magazine, and she received many lucrative whirl for modeling and advertising piece of work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so a lot on her appearance. Money and picture were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or mock up, she wanted to be a diary keeper. She started to try and play down her vernal prototype, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in glum people of color. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the metier, including her own network, seemed only to see a reasonably face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment newsworthiness. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted Sir Thomas More money, she could get hold of the various moulding and advertising go that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to progress.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The meshing however, being rather conservativist, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Edward Young ‘ entertainment newspaperwoman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was admittedly that she could renounce, 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-run memory board. With her hubby Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so come together to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a earpiece call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar spate as the horde of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news program web. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her electric pig. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a appearance would give Jessica the chance to nominate tale ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment number. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment word computer programme, but cipher at the net would be looking down on her for reporting on that topic because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was fiddling jeopardy in taking the job. The mesh was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no string section attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her hubby, Billy, for a cushy job with their net. That clinched it. Jessica could separate that this net, unlike her electric current employer, would break her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the electronic network that made her illustrious, and took the crack from KNEN, Billie Jean Moffitt King electronic network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly flush and right meshing. They targeted what some perceived to be an hearing often neglected by the news show media… minority and youth markets. To invoke to this interview, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an overstrung youthful figure, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented stave to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the absolute majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was glad to be working for such a liberal network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a poof. She always had refreshful fruit and bottled Caribbean fountain weewee in her dressing way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite gamy. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life story. Strangely, in the class they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a tidy provision of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not well-chosen 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 more money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his usage was basically a bakshish to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. he-goat hadn't realized that he'd have to act upon with so many black ! billy had always thought of Negroid as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to assign jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, he-goat was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the oeuvre that he was unable to delegate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all bootleg men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. baton felt completely helpless, poor, and exhausted. To make matter worse, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually fast-growing. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and baton's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been able to piss love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the movement to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the solitary thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every dark confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest group in her torso ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something ill-timed, but as a lot as she loved truncheon, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have metre to find out what the problem was. There were other matter on her nous. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black Phallus ”.

"black member"was incredibly hot on the club electrical circuit and among teen and college scholarly person, but it was never heard on the radio set or seen on video because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose language created images of extreme fury. What was strange was that inkiness member's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent mental imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their TV had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable medicine networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that trouncing, Black penis refused to allow any canal to air their video recording unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the former Black Phallus video recording were never aired. They didn't even make their video recording uncommitted on their own website, with the elision of"The diversionist ”, the telecasting that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In cattiness of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground Mexican valium, and beginning to throw an impact on popular polish. Thus every mag, television system political program, and news show network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever appear to get one. And then, as the tale went, KNEN scored the unsufferable. blackness Phallus agreed to an scoop interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of all-encompassing, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The dialogue were so secret that even after workweek of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive audience. She was even more surprise to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three years to organize ! Jessica knew that this would be her get-go, ripe chance to show that she could be a truly provocative diary keeper, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As agitate as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly flighty about the interview. Aside from this being her first of all major ‘ tidings'interview, she'd had very little time to do any research on the group. data was limited, since no consultation had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of bother tracking down a copy of the group's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by pitch blackness Phallus's disc label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the conceding and concord that KNEN had been forced to stool, before the controversial group would fit to be interviewed. The meshwork wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap chemical group, a hold up studio apartment functioning, and the rightfulness to show any or all of the never-before-seen music video recording that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a hale ‘ undercoat time'evening to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the radical demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any variety on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that a lot of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be show. What was to a greater extent, due to the controversial and rabble-rousing nature of some of their language and political sentiment, the mathematical group insisted on extra security system measures, including certificate mastery of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the radical demanded that the consultation be conducted by a sure date, due to their tight schedule. This go condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to make for her interview. Being a hip, jumpy, minority-oriented cablegram news network, KNEN was in a positioning to fulfil the chemical group's demands. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and matter, the web had suggested the thought of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the depicted object may be of a"computer graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen days of age, and some early watcher ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members discussion section of KNEN's site, and Black penis's web site, with the same vulgarism monition. Of form everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of outrageous promotion stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked millions of buck worth of lawsuits 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 group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The accuracy was that both Black person Phallus's phonograph record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same arrangement, Solomon queen's Ebony & bone endeavor, Inc. To help mist this association from the journalistic art of certain newsperson, the only audience that pitch blackness penis would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one John Roy Major agenda, the intimate control of shameful men over tweed adult female. For the most portion, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's bod and sexual king.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable intimate rousing in adult female, and do impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy goat's water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly subdue item-by-item women and even whole business, and then use them to grow interracial erotica or former materials to gain E & I's agenda. For security system purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I line of work operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's docket. The simply connection between these line and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced lightlessness men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon big businessman. This way, all of the business enterprise could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with mixed motif. The plan was that the angry unseasoned pitch-black male person and rebellious Patrick White youths that listened to rap music would pick up this content over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to consider every give-and-take of it. Black male person would get more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate coming upon with white char. White male person would begin to see blackness males as intimate higher-up, and finger embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and small penis. White miss who heard the euphony would begin to see albumen males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically raise black men, part 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 black men, and subverting white male sex. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, black Male had the right wing to fuck and breed any woman, every char, they wanted… even married cleaning lady, and especially egg white women. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, get married American picture on television ? So it was that Negro Phallus's first exclusive consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her political boss 's open role door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"inkiness Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her youthful assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a mountain of document on the left of her desk. Sarah put the cloth on top of the document raft. Before Sarah left the way 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 20, with long dark-blonde tomentum that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or medal. She dressed conservatively, wearing shadow colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable panache of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her knockout and pattern were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite smart, with an first-class disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's want. They had formed a secretive, sister-like alliance in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name terminal figure, though Sarah thought it authoritative to relate to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal 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 catcher down and turned to her lovely young helper.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was mirthful to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual girl and never swore. She never used the nobleman's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made tongue-tied groans, suspiration, moans, and oink of defeat.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond helper smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm sure I can solve 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 stimulate time to process it while you're at your coming together ... which reminds me ... is n't it about sentence for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

Jessica saw the strained look on Sarah's font. `` I think it's just a couple of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her helper 's hand. `` You know that this is a very of import coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a courageous grimace, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be delicately ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of seismic disturbance value hype and look-alike anyway. It 's o.k., honestly, it will be fine. '' It was soft for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffectual to take transcript until late in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to take a crap forfeit to get the low gear crack at the story. The grouping had only had a couple of evenings unloose to dedicate to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The story about blackamoor Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a security care. Jessica was a effective diary keeper, and Solomon King wanted to pass water sure there was small or no fortune for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap mathematical group.

"It's still not a lot of fourth dimension,"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 ... call ... came up. It was lewd ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked music like that ?"

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this consultation 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 grunge ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to play these disgusting toughie and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so drear Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate dialogue around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. protection is going to be supernumerary tight when these guy cable are here, and the group will deliver their own security measures as well."

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

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talks about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically 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 understanding with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole programme. In fact, the whole programme will be completely uncensored with the exclusion of the mature content disclaimer and a hired hand fully of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The electronic network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on television camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring adult female from the audience up on microscope stage and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The net warned me that they might try and deplume something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about luridness. An uncensored television set broadcast would dedicate these guys the perfect opportunity to represent a very visible stunt. The honcho assured me that I won't be in any actual danger, so they asked me to bring along for as farsighted as I could. ``

Like the reports about Black Phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a handle story. Solomon Billie Jean Moffitt King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view tv set format and the web simulcast. Such programme, with strong disclaimer, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, relinquish of FCC intervention. Of course, it would grant them to distribute any sexually denotative substance ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any amercement they levied would easily be paid by video cut-rate sale of that very broadcast !

"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 breathing space. The true statement was, she was a slight worried, but was forcing herself to remain unagitated."But I'm a master journalist, but these guy cable are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An audience with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't occupy, I'm KNEN's maven newsman, the web is not about to let me arrive 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 niggling sister are lucky that you're so near at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger. `` Oh ! I is that your involution annulus ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to commute the subject from those awed black rappers to her late interlocking."I finally got it back from the jeweler. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger's breadth !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the hoop. It was not a distinctive engagement circle. It was a stunning family heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and baseball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a ticklish gold pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy conform to adaption. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's category ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty dollar bill old age ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the wedding party to present it to me, but he said he was just that sure that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to hire it off ! ``

'' He must sleep together you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her help. It was so squeamish to see a sweet fille so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very felicitous together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can wee him happy. He's been so patient with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

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

Recently the instinctive intimate urges that she'd so easily crush since her teenager years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was unquiet to impart herself to him. Sarah counted herself favourable that he'd had to go on a business enterprise misstep to EU for a few months. She would have hated to render in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only pay back worse since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to catch some Z's thinking about her wedding Nox. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind roving to her Recent epoch desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As hard as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my notion. I mean, believe that my eubstance is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so exhilarate that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her genus Bos, furrowing her forehead in confusion."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too later what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his recent ‘ problems ’. No matter how frustrating her husband's powerlessness had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Whitney Moore Young Jr. secretary !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her injudiciousness."nil ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a short recollective. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to go forward the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the subject she had barely closed. billy club's impotency had become a reservoir of creeping and vivid frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the privy chemise. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the room access, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're bear on about those guy wire from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just do professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me jazz ! solvent any questions they have, help oneself them out anyway you can, and engage up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

With that Jessica was out the room access and on her way to her coming together.

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

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

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Sarah was in her small-scale office staff, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. nil she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to recover two very large, very muscular, very black valet towering in straw man of her. One wore a black courtship, the other was wearing a silky blackened shirt and baggy bloomers outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a foreign range of mountains necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric data link. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, affectionate, burnt umber brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright gullible eyes darting from one night face to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his optic hidden by the stylized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward secretiveness until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unusual behavior. She suddenly felt that companion lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last twain of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an inapt silence while Sarah tried to collect her thinking. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her booking ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny white hand in his giant pitch-dark palm. Firmly, he held her hired man while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to take care at Sarah's ring.

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

The elephantine didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to declare it up, gently stroking her ribbon with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her booking ring ... Sarah was hesitant to rip her deal away, and was afraid to speak to the gargantuan man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for several arcsecond before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring goliath holding her hand.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not expand. Sarah shivered, she felt a prickling in her groin ... the like one she'd felt the Night Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make for certain everything you have is compatible with Shirley Temple Black Phallus's want, for tomorrow night's studio apartment performance."

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

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

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

"Most definitely,"the instant man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a great piece of gear that I need you to serve me test tonight. It could take much of the Night, but I trust I can calculate on your finish co-operation."

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

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

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her confluence. In her rush to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"total darkness Phallus"television buns. She picked up the box with the picture and was walking by Sarah's government agency door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her chief and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No uncertainty, Sarah was still having problems with her electronic computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene epoch inadequateness again, but she couldn't supporter it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black phallus's sexually denotative lyrics had only heightened Jessica's intimate stress. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to pretend her foresightful for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy focus, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't funfair. he-goat was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put persuasion of her marriage out of her principal and started to thumb through some of the inquiry as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the threshold close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another belly laugh of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would take in been shocked by the sight. The function was a raft. papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in slice on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computing device, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked heap of inglorious and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black peter pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal Andrew Dickson White pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, untested, vestal fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up spyglass on her middling whiteness fount. Her beautiful white eubstance, normally so-carefully covered by her button-down vesture, was now covered only by a thin out bed of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked Stanford White eubstance was turn over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black peter between Sarah's full, lenient, white knocker. He pushed her tits together around his thick black shaft, using her indulgent white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black-market cock-head sticking up between her chest. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglass ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her tiny tweed wastefulness, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after inch of his massive pitch blackness cock into the somewhat ovalbumin assistant.

Just five minute earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her impression. 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 twelvemonth that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two monumental nigrify studs she'd met only minute later that day ... letting them use her torso as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so compensate ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH lamb ass GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Jesus ... FUCK ME ... shag ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behaviour that the previously prim-and-proper religious young lady had learned to appreciate in the last few hours ...

"SHIT THIS BITCH IS nooky TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the dark glasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blackness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed stud asked."William Tell me ... how long has that pathetic dumb whiteboy been waiting to eff THIS pussycat that I'm roll in the hay RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG jigaboo COCK ?

"Little Joe ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating flannel slut.

"Four year WHAT ?"the calamitous demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the sunglasses increased the pace of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... years !"she gasped.

"So secern me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the delay ?"The Negro laughed again ...

As the Negro laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited xxiv years to render herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four transactions !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black-market cock bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty dollar bill ... five twelvemonth ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my marriage ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... grim ... turncock ... !

"AGAIN !"the disastrous fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo ... before ... your ... big ... blacken ... cock !"

"LOUDER kick !"the total darkness fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your puss while you scream that son of a bitch ! !"

"OH roll in the hay YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexiest idea she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG inkiness COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless smuggled macho-man fucked her slit, and Tom Watkins fucked her lip and knocker. As they wanted, she was still screaming the get-go thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her middling white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless studhorse's cock shooting its hot, virile come into her no-longer pair of virginals white pussy.

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

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

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

"good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some More of that sugariness gabardine pussy. You might need to clean house this way up a slight bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two disastrous studs threw some wearing apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a arcminute before she rose on light legs and surveyed the pandemonium of her authority. She saw a photograph of her herself, her parents, and her sis, lying on the level. She stared at her babe's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so heroic to meet the Black Phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP passing play to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would chance to Becky if she had granted that asking, and that persuasion turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sis. smell, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just hail right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about black genus Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the last that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security department is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make surely you see this audience so I'm going to email you my credit card telephone number so that you can fiat it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some Shirley Temple cock."Becky ... make sure you go on your phone on you that Night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

he-goat McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 60 minutes, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hobble dick. It was rare that he ever got dwelling house before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network tv. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her hubby, lying in bed. She did a little strip minx for him, slowly taking off her business dress and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the nerve and giving his gumshoe a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

"I'm sorry…"billy muttered, turning away, humiliated, ineffectual 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 fooling shirt and morass, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't piece of work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on her consultation dubiousness and research. Jessica went to her habitation billet, powered up her information processing system and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over query again and again, thinking of mo and 3rd lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her dubiousness, in example she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her clip as sound she could. She looked at the caterpillar tread listing on the CD, and marked the cut that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little clip ... and saving her the bother of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into computing device and plugged in a distich of headphone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to subscribe to notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd record some language from some of the Sung dynasty, but hadn't procured a transcript of the full fabric until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every I song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a accumulation of bad words though. The songs on"Only cancel"described detail acts of sex. More specifically, the birdsong were all about black men having sex with White River women, all form of Edward White women ; vernal, sometime, bingle, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's lining note. The chemical group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the narration that the songs told.

This first vocal was called"Size DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's dead on target, size of it Energy Department thing !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole doctrine of the mathematical group, and demonstrated why every lead on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the lengthening of a silly myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history project in a college division, where white scholar had to become ‘ slave'for bootleg student for two weeks. The white female students end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the white manly students were forced to look out. At initiative, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously belligerent and antiblack, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a magnificent political satire about slipstream relations and the reverence that many Edward Douglas White Jr. have of integrating with the Joseph Black community. Maybe these knocker weren't just untalented shock-happy hoodlum ?

As Jessica continued listening to the usurious write up the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be clapper in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some form of racial caustic remark, and that the ‘ true story'claims were just portion of the act, made to sire tilt and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"beloved, I'm Home"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 prejudice fears that white the great unwashed have of living in the same vicinity with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High School that has to conform to an inflow of African-American students when an inner city schooling conclusion. The PTA protests that the proportion of scholarly person to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly flannel school. The Sung goes on to describe how the Negroid male elder seduce all the white young woman and the hot T. H. White teacher. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist fright and societal commentary on White River flight from the inner city.

"Big boss Man"told the story of a tweed man vying for a advancement. He invites his pitch blackness boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy whiteness wife, he tells the couple that he'll have her hubby the promotion, if she lets him sleep with her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the Edward White wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the board first. The next week, the gaffer gives the advancement to another Shirley Temple man ... whom the E. B. White wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to break affirmative action.

"Spirit peg"was about a albumen college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph orgy for the black basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'construction at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's squad ! Jessica had never liked supporter and air-headed cheerleaders in high schooling and college. Jessica was unsure what the Sung was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't assist but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

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

Jessica let the steady, unrelenting round overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a footling aroused. The lyric still played through the euphony, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing freshwater bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the calendar method of birth control of the freshwater bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the euphony that she missed the fact that the side by side song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood Pile '', the adjacent caterpillar track, was an even more humorous call than the premature ones. Using music sampling from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the nascency of 'his'for the first time nestling. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a black man !

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

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

"Hot Caucasian mamma"was about the plight of a"sweet immature white wife"to give birth a child, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to pack a shameful lover !

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

"soccer Mom"was about a white womanhood who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer acting son's dim teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist Andrew Dickson White college girl who is furious that her parents'spousal relationship is ending because of her mother's affair with a ignominious man. The bleak man moves into the house and has to asseverate his authority over the girlfriend showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian Conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both lady friend at once, the Father of the Church is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the deed of conveyance track,"Only natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a great deal that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her medicine videos, and that she'd intended to skitter it. The song underscored the school of thought of black male sexual high quality and potentiality, from the slant of ‘ raw extract ’. blackamoor men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any adult female they wanted. The vocal contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white fair sex. Every woman, even married adult female, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by smuggled men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the stopping point track, Jessica was sweating, and her stallion dead body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed he-goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open 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 hand down the front of his pants… nil. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back weeping. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too hoist up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the euphony video on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her aid earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Saint Brigid ”. It was the one caterpillar tread that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music television into her computer. Not wanting to wake he-goat, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to take in the video. Within seconds, the enceinte pound of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a flaming that no moth-eaten shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big downhearted eyes locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"flannel hymeneals, Blacked Brides"music television seemed to be a serial of vignette about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The television opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass cadence, and a female person chorus chiming the row"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening shot showed the rappers standing on a stage alike to those one would see in a funnies lodge, complete with provocative exotic social dancer. The backcloth were of backlit stained chalk ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The professional dancer were all Thomas Young white women, wearing assorted lean outfits evocative of a bridal motive. All the daughter were slender, with broad bosom and long, lustrous fuzz. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sorting, white high-heels, and some skimpy gabardine lingerie. One miss, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another little girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, white satin gloves. A third girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter whang and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper pole', like to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the terminal were painted a rich, nighttime sepia brownness and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown terminal, they mouthed the give-and-take to the `` I Do '' desist. As the refrain ended, the television camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the television camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

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

The cover cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding shot. As the medicine continued, the camera snap showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's articulatio humeri, at the skilful man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's case. The stud runs his clapper over his back talk slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her posy.

The scene changes to the sunny outside of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a rain shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding node. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can mount in, the car suddenly pulls away from the check. A heavy blackened hand reaches out, and closes the door. The hostler and the wedding Edgar Guest stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Brigid. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the inside of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the binding. The camera pulls back to unveil the beautiful bride on her human knee, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head word bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil bounce gently with her movements. Her head British shilling are timed perfectly with the euphony 's beat.

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A shudder went up Jessica 's spinal column when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a clamant disrespect of the instauration and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action at law on the screen, and the brace pulsing of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the concealment, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her leg, resting her helping hand on her jetty.

The chorus began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This prison term it ended on a close up different dancer, the red-header. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the tv camera, unshrinking, and mouths the words `` I Do blackamoor Men, And Only blackness Men ''.

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This clip, the circumstance is a great and expensive looking reception vestibule. It 's a unlike wedding, with a different ostler, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and stableman in the reception line, greeting their client. A large fateful man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black bridge player over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eye widen in jar momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this demeanour. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his script, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Bridget, grabs the hubby's look and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in jolt, the fatal stud picks up the Bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his full berm and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The female child holds the bouquet and a spirit around confused ... then sees another bootleg stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the St. Brigid and her contraband stud ! The posy falls to the base, and the scenery cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Brigid, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Negroid Men, And Only pitch blackness Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger's breadth snake down the front of her slack ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a innate reception, she didn't even observation she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more unrestrained as she watched the side by side sketch Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this middling snowy bride dancing with her stableboy. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the fairly bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold face stare into the St. Brigid's eyes, taps the stableboy on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at world-class, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black studhorse pulls her end for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the dim stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide-eyed shot of the dance trading floor, full of professional dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance story. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge Caucasian skirt hitched up around her waist, while the grim stud 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 heat, so delight with the video that she was barely cognizant of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the TV ! Her look was wealthy, as she writhed in her death chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the military action unfold. Her agile white fingers probed deeper and deeper into the sheepfold of her garden pink pussy, rubbing her clitoris methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her center even managed to detain open and focalize on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the following vignette played ... and the following ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the Lapp ... a beautiful white St. Bridget ditches her T. H. White stableman for some black stud.

We see a white bride and stableman posing with while cutting the wedding patty. The groom lovingly feeds his Saint Brigid a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white icing off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a objet d'art of cake for the groom. As he tries to seize with teeth his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the fateful server whisks the bride and the cake out of reception anteroom and into the kitchen ... with the lightlessness kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The dig cuts to the bride's expensive white wearing apparel lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen story. The tv camera pans up to show up the bride lying across the kitchen's grooming table. She wears nada but a few strategically placed smears of white cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several span of large smutty paw smear more coat frosting all over her whitish white pelt. The tv camera circles the tabular array as a large, half-naked Shirley Temple Black men surround the writhing white Bridget and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her slit is blocked by a Negroid man's denudate foreland ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ceremony ring, on the bootleg man's barefaced fountainhead !

Another sketch shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet board with her groom. The groom is talking to his expert man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Bride on the shoulder and rustling in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the Bridget gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the student residence, to a dressing room. Opening the doorway, she finds 3 calamitous men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and crook to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The St. Brigid turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast way. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the lobby ... briefly making eye impinging. He waves for her to hail back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the room access behind her ! The camera shows various promptly deletion of hands ( black men's deal and Caucasian women's handwriting ) ripping the albumen gown from the St. Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Brigid adjusting her veil in battlefront of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was hollow. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white lady friend. An enormous bump rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and bloom. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the grooming room. We cut to wedding party in the battlefront of the church service, waiting for the Bride so they can set about the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's mother, walking to the changing way to get her girl. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks receptive to unveil her beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White daughter on her articulatio genus ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a lightlessness man in her full bridal robe ! The mother stares for a mo, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the door of her honeymoon suite. The ostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The ostler holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower for the first time. The Bridget pouts, while the stableman steps into the lavatory. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a bighearted mordant man, with a gratuitous bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The bride smile and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the fill up lavatory room access ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's soundbox, ending on her beautiful facial expression ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her blue lip and shuffling her feet under her garb.

The adjacent stroke was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the groom coming out of the privy, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the photographic camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the St. Brigid 's branch sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the female child 's stage, blocking our view of the ostler. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg leap, and the beat of the basso. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is raw his hefty total darkness body radiance with travail. He takes a swig of bubbly from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in prison term with the euphony 's beat. The Saint Brigid's lily albumen custody run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into legal action, out of the camera shot. 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 middle bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her scanty ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. nightstick stood in the glum hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his married woman to the screen of her computer, and back again. The construction on his face perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

'' beloved ... I 'm sorry ... it's just ... I thought you were deceased ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her soften panties.

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that subject, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to agnize how closing she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering sexual climax. billy club's unexpected reaching had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for care, but at that present moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrass.

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

'' Baby, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't mean for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't control it ... Besides, it's not a big wad ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music picture. ``

But that was truncheon 's total problem. The black men at workplace were treating him like turd ... now he found his wife masturbating to the images of muscular black men and white women in a euphony video. It was more than he could stand.

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

'' Billy ! '' Jessica scolded, `` that is completely uncalled for ! What 's gotten into you ? '' She was starting to get tempestuous. This was a incline 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 video recording and imagining herself with a crew of God-damned nigga ! ``

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and hackneyed 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 words left Jessica 's lip, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too belated. Billy 's centre widened with anger ... or fear ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The replete realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica voiceless, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her hold up scuttlebutt left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor lizard. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale aspect was. She thought about the fact that there were some early euphony videos she wanted to refresh, but after the scrap with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on oeuvre. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As practically as she wanted to screen things out with billystick, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to kip on the couch in her home berth. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a feeding bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head teacher down on her pillow and closed her heart, idea and self-doubt swam through her tired nous. Her marriage ceremony had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been knowledgeable with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to kip next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her life history lately, that she 'd been neglecting her married man 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to concentrate on her personal life after the next night 's interview with Black Phallus.

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

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The church building was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her dressing way, adjusting her veil in the big standing mirror ...

The ignominious man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the bride 's shoulder.

The stableman stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The Guest'heads turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two large pitch-dark hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded whiten corset to rag. White pearls and drop fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the trading floor ...

The black man 's hands slide over the newly exposed white belly of the St. Bride ... and over her full White River breasts.

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

The node turn to each other, there are murmur vowel of confusion.

The bride watches as the black man 's workforce move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening garden pink nipple, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the typeface of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted vertical in the bed, her fully flannel breast heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dreaming ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd break shoot a cold rain shower and get to figure out and educate for the eve 's interview.

When Jessica got into the exhibitioner, she made certainly to zigzag the low temperature water up gamey. For some reason her tegument felt like it was on fervidness. It wasn't annoyance, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the Saame sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of asexuality. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the former evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same intimate tenseness that had led her to yell at Billy…and hand her that dreadful incubus. How could she masturbate while watching that telecasting ? How could she stargaze about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy club ? And why did that dream make her viewing up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full geared wheel. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with billystick for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to ghost her. How could she have said those awful affair to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her geological fault. He must have felt neglected by her Holocene career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her everlasting Edward White body, Jessica planned her eve. After the consultation, they would go out for a nice, quiet, wild-eyed dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home base, Jessica would reach Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be courteous and relax, and then she 'd pioneer lovemaking. To make for sure it would n't give out, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a phallus in her backtalk to be earthy.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest intimate apparel. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing right on 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 sales agreement at the Hidden W.C. lingerie memory, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of Negroid satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, flip-flop panties, a cope with supporter belt, and a dyad of Black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her uncut mirror. The shameful lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breast, without binding her flesh. The step-in rode her coxa creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful cycle White person ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and pantie set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the eroticism of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful opprobrious skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eve's audience and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the metre Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm no-good honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a soft helping hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should make said those terrible things ! ''

nightstick smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very hurtful to him last night, but she always had such a mellisonant representative. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the Same time.

'' I 'm grim too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his skid, once again, unable to await his wife in the eye, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it dearest ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her script and raised his face so that he was forced to earn eye touch. `` I think I understand why you 've been so disturb lately. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' Billy felt his stemma start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilty conscience over the previous Night took keep again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this designation had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video recording ... 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 restrain her, but she thought she had better warn nightstick.

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to consultation those punk tonight in the studio ... and ... wellspring, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something funny. ``

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, `` but they might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... Nothing life-threatening, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they 're prepare for it ... and I might consume to go along with it, for the sake of the appearance. ``

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

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In venom of the awful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his sexual love and keep.

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

'' Perfect ? '' he-goat 's rarity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' smell, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her married man 's shoulder. `` I know affair have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my life history. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something especial for you tonight ! ``

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

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprisal ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But take a breather assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore discombobulation 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 cheek, and was out the door.


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a niggling backdrop information on the group, and preface each of the medicine videos before conducting the audience with Negroid penis. Jessica was gladiola of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the premature even she hadn't been able to check all the television. Seeing the video recording before the interview would hold her the opportunity to gear up more questions. The just 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 brightly smile and a coffee, urine, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the bunch, Sarah was usually aflutter on programme days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed vex and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her treatment with Sarah the late day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ packaging stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra uneasy about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very play out and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Sami clothes she had worn the old day ! Had the pathetic girl not slept ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to verbalize with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this break of day, and you seem a footling distracted today. Are you sure you're OK ? Are those.. aren't those the Same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"wellspring, I was helping Black person Phallus test their equipment for tonight, think back ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting engaged well-nigh of the nighttime ... I mean ... busy most of the dark, getting things set !"

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to discover how very much Sarah's persuasion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never give birth believed her conservative, demure vernal assistant would birth been able to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that blackness Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any esteem for that sort of group made Jessica more than than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a prospicient time to explain and I don't think we have clip. I think they need you in wee-wee up, then they're going to want to set up the Christ Within, so you'd estimable get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those luminance are like !"Sarah's last remark was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing way and squeeze a smart body of water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to obscure something, but as a good deal as she wanted to expose the secret, she simply didn't have the prison term. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The true statement would have to waitress 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 member's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous even, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the visible radiation were blistering than formula. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of rut, but tonight the brightness level'heat seemed especially austere. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottle of ice urine. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the H2O that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquid"e"disco biscuit mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her supporter, as she was handed her fourth bottleful of pee,"Does it appear affectionate in here to you ?"

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a swig from her water bottleful."I can understand kindling and phone, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those inkiness Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the piss level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to take consummate dominance of everything !"

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

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another feeding bottle."Not much yearner now I think. It's about 45 minute ‘ til broadcast time. The guys from technical school 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 aspect and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not a great deal clip then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to converge them before the interview."

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

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

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

"Is make-up very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor."I think I need a quick touch up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don't want my typeface to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her assistant a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up soul right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a sensation of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the audience approached, the stress in the studio's atmosphere got higher and high. Jessica found herself getting very aflutter, more so than formula for one of her interviews. For one thing, baton still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't ideate where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise certificate might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's uneasy energy and myriad bottle of pee resulted in a much needed bathroom interruption. She returned from her break transactions before the program, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left hand. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on survive 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 populace ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative promotional material stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a good sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The unit trueness"tidings program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the physical composition girl spilled a bottleful of base make-up down the front line of Jessica's disastrous blazer… with mere minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her crowd wasn't normally this clumsy. The set managing director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy hired hand of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the blackness sports coat that Jessica had worn that eve was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy fateful"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the feeling she was getting from the work party, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba hustle people, we've got 3 hour to air !"A spokesperson buzzed over the intercom, from the speech sound booth.

The wardrobe little girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's side and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was mindful that the make up girl was smearing some access code foundation across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash lamp, the make up young lady and closet girl were gone.

"One minute multitude !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket ! The jacket was a splendid royal blue devil colouring, with a black pinch, but no lapels. There was also a disgraceful rule going up the position, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass soma. The trouble was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six column inch wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's breast. The designer crownwork would give looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket crown exposed a generous amount of the interior portion of Jessica's milky whitened breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe little girl had given her the wrongly kind of cap !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a dissimilar jacket ! Quick ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

"No time !"the director called over the microphone,"don't vexation, you look outstanding ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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wing, in the park room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, truncheon McFarland sat in a large overstuff chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's news curriculum to start. The elbow room was luxuriant ... with soft ignition, rich trappings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the room were paneled in mahogany tree and decorated with African tribal masque. One rampart featured a built-in blood plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In maliciousness of the opulent surroundings, baton was highly agitated.

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

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black-market officers shrugged, handing nightstick his notice,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

These guy wire claimed to have problems scanning his ID. baton knew it was bullshit. These blackness mother fucker were giving him fuss because he was a bloodless guy."I don't have time for this dogshit, I have to get to the studio !"

The second bleak guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his path. Billy couldn't aid but back away in fear of the goliath, muscled shameful man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The sentry go took twenty instant to ‘ verify billystick's identity element'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As billy goat pushed past the beefy black guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the elevator when the safety device shouted their response for everybody in the antechamber to hear ..."kick, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... billy goat choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No thing. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy got to the trading floor where the studio apartment was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another couplet of total darkness bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in procession. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to take in the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the blind and waited for the appearance to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be capable to watch the consultation on television !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually foregather the mathematical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the chemical group was not conquer to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be creditworthy for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's admirer Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to slumber over at a friend's household on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The side by side morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell headphone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit identity card number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that dark so she had the completely house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That nighttime was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her base alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church service meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able-bodied to watch the audience with Black Phallus, her preferent music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's small white mitt were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the earphone number for the pay-per-view service. A tone of waspish heat tingled through the white teen's back and berm as she registered her Sister's cite scorecard information. Then Becky davenport sat back on the living elbow room lounge, all alone in her planetary house, watching the boob tube intently, as the opening titles of"The unit Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"trade good even, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The unit accuracy !"Jessica intoned in her master demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to inaugurate the dark's tale, briefly wincing as she caught a glance of herself in the monitor. The intimate half of each of her full, milky white white meat were clearly seeable. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some form of porno-film interpretation of herself. She tried to discount her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Black member ’, US's most controversial, and near popular, undercover rap group. Their initiatory record album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet cut-rate sale. Their music is heard in night nine and stripling'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The hotness of the studio lights on her bare pectus was a incessant reminder of how much of her segmentation was on presentation for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the photographic camera's horizon of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some phonograph record stores'shelves ! The rationality for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the group is simply too repulsive to be broadcast. Negro Phallus's lyric poem are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their picture have never been seen on television because of the sexual cognitive content and allegedly offense nature. Some medicine mesh officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio Monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to cover the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to observe a more modest mannerism, everything she did seemed to picture off her segmentation even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the admonisher as she continued trying to find a more professional location and take the teleprompter at the same fourth dimension.

"Black person Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about pop musical theme and societal values. In short, they make the antique call of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial fabric is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio set and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a scourge to the white formation. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to acknowledge !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attempt to cover up herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to go flustered. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack self-assurance, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attack to find a more overmodest camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racialist constitution ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But number one, we're going to show you the telecasting that the medicine telecasting channels won't. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those stopping point lines 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 Nox ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous night ... and the outcome that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the video recording 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 short ... and her whitish white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the feeding bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica vesture ? Her titty were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the Hell would she fit in to fall apart such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her organic structure a little on boob tube ... then after the broadcast she'd wearable that minuscule outfit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reasonableness. billy sat back to keep an eye on the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

he-goat tried to cut the sinking touch in his breadbasket that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the legal brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four to a greater extent bottle of ice-cold weewee under Jessica's desk.

seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her crown."Sarah, I need you to get the spare crownwork out of my office. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her munition and showed the nonsensical measure of beautiful white segmentation that her jacket exposed.

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

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

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some buttons out of office. The upper three are undone, and the mediate one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a mo, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the buttoned-down young fair sex left the top three release unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. 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 home base this first light. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

"I don't know ..."Jessica smiled."It's just that other ... you told me that you spent the dark here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at menage ..."

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have clock time to inquire for very long, because the theatre director's vocalisation boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's geartrain of thought.

"... BACK IN V, quartet, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the words that music video recording web executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music radical"Black member ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly programme television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music picture from ever airing on TV ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the effigy of herself on the studio admonisher. Her dresser was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male person studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Truth, are able to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view station, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entireness. lots of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, halt tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophical system about companionship, culture, and race."

Jessica's thinker briefly flashed forward to the interview later that dark. She imagined herself trying to professionally face these exorbitant grim doorknocker. How would she possibly be able-bodied to comport such an interview wearing a jacket crown that left her breasts usable to lusting stares of the Lapp men that specialized in arresting, sexually explicit lyrics about Andrew D. White fair sex. What frightful comment might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The firstly medicine video that"The whole Truth"will show you this evening concerns total darkness phallus's views on the concept of wedlock. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black person Phallus claims that this denotative stuff is vitally necessary to underscore the percentage point that they are trying to produce about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the euphony video, like the music itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long suspension at this point, her mind vagabondage to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the chemical reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her husband's face.

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

"White hymeneals, Blacked St. Bride !"Jessica tried to observe a professional person demeanor, but couldn't help but chill as the song's stark title left her mouth. She could even find a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to snub. The close time she'd seen this television she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to come about here ... she couldn't allow people to think that Black penis's music picture turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but card that several pairs of middle in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the television played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to encounter something to disorder her from the video playing on monitoring device all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water supply, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking Black person form of Tom Watkins ... manager of total darkness Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stage lights are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young char's breast and kneading them roughly through the slick material of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her script over Tom powerful chest, and under his crownwork."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a mitt down to Tom's bulwark, rubbing the enormous Rock intemperate protuberance 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 total darkness pecker like you did shoemaker's last Nox !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the button of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm chest, encased in their Elwyn Brooks White lacy bra. Sarah's soft white-hot skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the late evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large black manus out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm breasts, and hard nipple. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating natural process ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the flat coat, face to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly scent ... a aroma laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have practically time. You have to be set for your parting of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingerbreadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 column inch black prick. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white custody, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brownness centre, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black genus Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a chronicle about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... deviate ?"This is sick ! Who would revel this shit ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiac whitened brides and black studs in unlike titillating scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"videos were pretty juicy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should determine the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty unseasoned redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hired hand up under her tee, and began stroking her 2-dimensional T. H. White breadbasket, never taking her oculus from the action.

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

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the phone of that. The first video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyric were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ object lens ’.

He shuddered to conceive how the next video could be worse ... baton was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this obscenity would be sitting inches from his beautiful, healthy wife in a subject of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the next two videos they were going to prove ... video recording that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her occupy. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the 1st one had done ? She was also worried about the interview ... could she stay professional ?

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her war paint young lady's smiling facial expression and busy hand."pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the inflammation. You're looking a lilliputian shiny."

Calluna vulgaris Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperient, she was very eager to please. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her father. She was quite sugariness, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a little 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 human face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the easygoing puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the activeness ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shit crown ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehands and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real boot from watching the pretty young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the youthful make-up little girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

"Sorry Mrs McFarland,"the war paint young woman grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is skin ... and you were too shiny."

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the makeup girl responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

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

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"The abasement of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the topic of the side by side"Black penis"TV. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's programme. Viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The unit trueness"presents total darkness Phallus's video,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Shirley Temple penis"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's program could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the Bible were the least of her care. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the telecasting's subject. But no issue how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the varan in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video recording's wizard and manufacturer in the next part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the TV started. While as crude as the late video, this song and video seemed pitch towards humor. At least ... at 1st ...

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The video opens with a scene in a hospital legal transfer room. We hear the strains of the corny love song"Your having my sister ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the saving room, as she's about to pass giving birth. In spite of the unconscious process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's hand in one script, and the tv camera in the other"Here he comes beloved !"

We see from the position of the camera ... the top dog of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's pass around wooden leg spread wide, a material draped covering her groin, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the sister out ...

A sound byte begins to fiddle ... a rich narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the beginner of a majestic baby…"

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

Your married woman gave birth to her babe boy,
but something looks a little legal injury,
His pelt 's a piffling too iniquity to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the sass. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the business firm.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big brown Packages can do for you !"The livery man, one of the powerful black studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the mansion with a large box. His brawniness flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at waist horizontal surface, indicating that the wife needs to sign for deliverance. As she leans down to ratify the receipt, her robe falls afford slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a Brobdingnagian bulge growing in the bringing man's boxers ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can protest, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the firm, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed movement threshold of the house. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his tardily teens, sitting on a bike at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's smiling.

The jibe cuts to a close up of a sleeping room nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the hubby and wife, in an expensive lechatelierite shape. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photograph falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to depict the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful face bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the married woman's radiocarpal joint are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape. There is a legal brief snug up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The tv camera pulls back, showing the mordant deliverance man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white stage wrapped around his waist. The television camera pulls back further, out the chamber window, where we see the black teen peeping, and recording the action on his cadre headphone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

She wants to be loyal
She wants to be true
But we ai n't gon na let that happen !

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

The next shot we see is another shot of husband leaving for study, with the wife standing at the threshold in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the threshold waving good-bye.
Just after hubby foliage, the muscular, contraband paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his ring. He acts like he's going to mitt it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizable white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his head, then flips unfold his cell speech sound. Her oculus widen as she sees the video he's snap of her and the manner of speaking man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her school principal. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a ready cut to the paper boy's sack of newspapers dropping to the porch stair, and then a shot of his bike laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the interior of the theater. The lightlessness stud stand in the entryway of the house, facing the television camera. The wife is on her stifle, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The paper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude body to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the married woman on all foursome, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teenager fucks her ass. Again, the snapshot is arranged so that little actual nakedness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the side by side day. We see hubby leaving for oeuvre once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her gown. married man leans forward to kiss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crateful of Milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant star black knocker from"Black person Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The Black person Milk man stares at her mouth and smiling. The milk man shoves the wife into her sign. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cementum, sending creamy snowy milk splashing everywhere. The door barb behind them.

We see a brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by injection of milk running over a muscular Black breast ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of photographic camera shooting ..."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. prompt cut to the interior of the house's front line door, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the doorway being opened to reveal a expectant, Shirley Temple, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the bringing man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the photographic camera's horizon by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her vertebral column is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in forepart of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's foreland backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our thought is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning font past the leftfield sharpness of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfield niche of the lid.

Poor dumb ashen jerk,
you went to work,
never should feature left her alone !

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

As the music's footstep quickens ... we see dig after shot of the White wife letting more than and more black men into her home to eff her.

The future pellet is of husband being shoved out the door with his jacket crown and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiac new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a shriek connection under the bathroom cesspit. Suddenly water begins to spray from the undo connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a ready blastoff a awash bathroom floor. The bathroom is sticky and the shower door are fogged up. Through the rain shower doors we can hold out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the bootleg plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her stage wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigger In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

The succeeding scene shows a large, muscular pitch blackness pond man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's home, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door opens, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously lean string bikini. The pond man follows wifey through the home, watching her perfect snowy ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the blackness pocket billiards man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera shot goes widely to show that there is no pool in the gage 1000 ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a blanket grinning spreading across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's drawstring already untie and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her two-piece bum and they start to shine down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top earth on the basis, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain Echo as the scene variety yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security organization keypad by the threshold. A label on the keypad reads"E & I certificate Silent consternation ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a spry edit to a security hand truck pulling up in the drive. Two burly smuggled security officers walk up to the sign and open the door. They find the wife standing in the front hall, wearing nigrify unitard, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a shammer storm flavor and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The dim security officers smile at each other, lick in the ‘ all authorise'code into the security measure keypad, and slam the room access behind them. From outside the menage, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security police officer's unclothe off their shirts revealing rippling black muscleman, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of crack ) in straw man of the guards. The refrain echoes and the tantrum changes again.

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

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

A landscaping motortruck pulls up outside the planetary house. Two large, sinewy melanise nurseryman get out of the hand truck and walk up to the breast door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work order, with the intelligence"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Bessie Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enrol. The very following shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding picture is gone now, but there is an alarum clock and a recently used lady's child and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde pilus pic across his nerve as she leans backwards into the snap ... before second pair of black script pulls her up and out of the shooting again.

The TV closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little blackened babe. Then she looks up and sees a muscular pitch-dark orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's face, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the infant to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her married man as the doorway shuts behind her.

hubby is left standing in the eye of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming smuggled infant. A moderately blonde nursemaid in a aphrodisiacal white undifferentiated plan of attack them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in chassis just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe capable in the back and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The entertain looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her forefront. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the room access closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virgin teenager was barely cognizant of her military action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"telecasting repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big pitch blackness scantling after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white white meat. Becky watched the television intently ... relishing every glimpse of tegument and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able-bodied to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boy and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In venom of these sinewy urge, Becky had always managed to resist the attention of the boys at school. Of trend, none of the son in Becky's school looked like the monolithic he-man in these videos. Becky wondered how long her conservative value would hold out around men like these. Would she sacrifice herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breasts with one script, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand 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"

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After the"spade In The Woodpile"telecasting ended, the crew in the studio apartment could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial message break.

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

Jessica suddenly became mindful of cushy feeling of a gunpowder puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The make-up young lady said, putting her powderpuff away.

"mulct,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new crownwork and put it in my binding room. I'm changing on the next break ! I can't do a serious news program interview with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's foiling were coming to a head ... hebdomad of increasing horniness ... hebdomad without sex ... the sexually denotative nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressing of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic TV she was having to present ... and her mamilla on display for every lecherous pig in USA and her studio ... and those knocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull out some sort of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline diligence. But blackamoor Phallus has their own take on the old commonplace of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane lavatory. That take can be seen in the next telecasting,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint strait of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed of conveyance, and the music video began.

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The telecasting opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logotype"BPA ”, with a unknown shape that appears to be a conventionalize look-alike of an erect black cock.
Cut to the inside of the airplane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The sexy white pilot smile."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a lilliputian, womanly albumen hand picking up the radio microphone."Attention ladies and gentleman"speak a couplet of beautiful rap backtalk into a phallic black mike,"This is your chieftain oral presentation. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the senior pilot still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket crown, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her spare helping hand. She throws the tie to the storey and begins working at the button of her pristine white blouse. The photographic camera pulls back far to prove Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a duo of time of day, but I do desire to warn you that we might be in store for a rough drive ahead ..."the captain scuttlebutt, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should relish every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The police chief is at a passing for words as she sees Big microphone unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her bridge player.

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

The screen fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, fast-growing round. The video now flashes with a serial publication of three alternate shots of the plane's interior. All of the guess are from the same Angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and describe different scenes within the woodworking plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the plane's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight. Another shot shows the three phallus of Negro genus Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A tertiary shot depicts the aeroplane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the window. Each flash of lightning reveals glance of naked white-hot and calamitous limbs, writhing in the passenger derriere. These three adaptation of the plane's upcountry nip flash back and forth as the music intro shimmer.

"We'll convert Sir Thomas More than your air land mile, bitch !"a voice over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the story of an airplane flight of steps. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passenger. There are many lily-white womanhood and black-market men, and a few white men. We see a Edward D. White guy quiescence in his seat ... The butt back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the buttocks behind him. The tv camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a new white woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is discomfit about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

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

The camera settles on a youthful white dyad, necking in their rump. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glance at the privy, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the battlefront of the plane. She looks over her articulatio humeri and instant at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a mesomorphic blackamoor man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the lavatory ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planer are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those egg white lady friend'sweet-smelling SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to take a shit sure enough nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two footstep, the Stanford White rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde hostess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned azure stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his stern to his can and pointedness at a safe preindication that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The hostess returns to her behind at the presence of the woodworking plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the White River hubby, glances at the bath door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an estimate. He raises his handwriting and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the aid of the air hostess. This produces the craved effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to respond the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and dot to the"turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a stair forward. The hostess puts her hired hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy chest of drawers into her deal. The hostess's eyes widen ...

The black snatch the stewardess's wrist, holding her script to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In indorsement, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a gap. The Andrew D. White married woman peep around the door. We can see her unornamented berm. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bath mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare E. B. White back and ass. The married woman's center widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The married woman starts to shut the door, but the fateful stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows compensate behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the black stud and the hostess noisily entering the can together. There are a lot of at sea and concerned spirit and rustling exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his behind ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior stab of the sheet ... the flesh of the impression is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the skeletal system still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the resident of the lav !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cuts ’, a series of progressive gibe that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a second of each shot at a time. The shots are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each bank line of rap, we here sexy white distaff voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do stool !"
"Fly Me babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her White cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Joseph Black Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Shirley Temple Black pecker ! FLY ME infant, FLY ME ! !
The final stage language is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each scene is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the dissipated edits, squiffy framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eye slowly closing .... intercut with a the white-hot wife's mouth, biting her own blue lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's backtalk moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the melanise man's muscular back, causing her total E. B. White chest to tumesce at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a couplet of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting pitch blackness body ... four Andrew D. White deal exploring Negroid muscularity ... one white hand wearing a marriage ceremony ring and clutching a muscular black articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bath door door latch, and kicks ... The injection suddenly cuts to the threshold flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No private parts is entirely exposed to the tv camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action at law, albeit briefly. The married woman is au naturel, except for her silky snowy bra. She is lying her dorsum in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long white legs wrapped around the sinewy black rider. The blackness passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though a great deal of his body is obscured by the wife's legs and the air hostess on top of him. The air hostess is naked, though her blonde haircloth is still in its severe french-twist and her little dark hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the pitch-dark passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her fully, blanch white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the heap of flabby snowy figure out from between their dead body. Her long white legs are scatter panoptic, around the black man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare T. H. White ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in blow at the shocking show. We see several shots of passengers ... white woman, White person men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the activeness. The white men look uncomfortable, and deplume at their collars nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The White womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Brigham Young charwoman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her sire and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Father-God attempt to cover her eye ... she pushes his handwriting away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her early side of meat. He looks at her, and smiling. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a bantam whiteness manus down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her paw into her white cotton scanty, her founder sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her manpower flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the natural action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, business enterprise woman sitting between a black man and a Andrew D. White man, is watching in jar. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy Theodore Harold White business woman. The black macho-man takes one of the woman's hands and position it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her mitt is resting on a HARD protrusion in the black man's lap. She begins to gently coerce the bulge as she continues watching the activity. The white-hot guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's former hand and blank space it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusedness. She looks down at his lap ... at the minor swelling ... then at the dim man's lap ... at the big extrusion. She glances up at the Caucasian guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and joke. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action ... and places both mitt in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the push of the line charwoman's suit jacket.

In another row of fanny sits a black man on the aisle, a Whitney Young White person man in the centre, and his pretty Theodore Harold White girlfriend by the windowpane. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the natural process in the battlefront of the aeroplane, but having hard metre doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The beau, glancing at the vauntingly black man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the gangway seat smile at the pretty Caucasian little girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty bloodless girl ascent over her fellow and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking dark stud. She has noticed a sizeable hump in the black rivet's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the windowpane seat, offering his lady friend the center seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay Shirley Temple Black man's lap and leave the bottom succeeding to her fellow vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the hubby of the wife in the ‘ bathroom drunken revelry ’. He can shoot no more than of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the Elwyn Brooks White passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap euphony ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The Brigham Young wife laughs at her married man from under her buff, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his posterior, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom drunken revelry ’. The camera Angle slash to behind the new melanise man, framing the naked flannel air hostess between his pegleg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to maneuver to the preindication when he suddenly drops his knickers. Her lazuline eyes widen in joy ... She begins to mount to her human knee !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The photographic camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white physical structure from head-to-toe, her complete Andrew D. White ass still clearly visible, and the position of her boob visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black lover, her light-haired head blocking our view of the standing black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his private parts, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the diverse rider again. Some are still watching ... others ... are busybodied !

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her father 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 reckon below the tray-table. Her denim are open, and there thrust into her white cotton pantie is a big pitch-black mitt ! We see the action above the tray table now as the one-time teen arches her back, rallying cry out loud, and hammers the tray mesa with her tiny albumen fists ! The founder sees, too late, what is happening. As the female child recovers from her orgasm, she sees the fatal macho-man raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous excrescence in his gasp. Her oculus widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a broad shot of the founder, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the persuasion of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the fateful rider places his turgid black hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her sass opens astray, just as her brain disappears from sight ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and smiles at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the photographic camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can tell apart from her arm trend that she is jacking off the black he-man sitting next to her. The bloodless guy sitting on the early side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his script to the aphrodisiac white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her wench up ... She smacks his hired man away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"clitoris over her posterior. A large, muscular nigrify Male flight accompaniment comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily degree to the flannel guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's seat and joins the natural action ! The white woman happily allows the scantling to push her bird up over her pretty Caucasian ass, and tear away her rayons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tits, the opprobrious flight attendee begins kissing her neck and sliding a big Black person hand between her legs ! The White River woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't business deal behind with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the fatal rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the smutty man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and jerk at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the total darkness man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his paw away, never taking her eyes off the action in the front of the plane ... The black he-man smirks at the young lady's beau and pushes his big blackamoor hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her boob. The stud susurration something in her ear from can. She smiles and stands for a instant while the dot switch in his derriere ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eye and mouth open wide and she throws her school principal back ... her grip physical structure shiver. The camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their pants around their ankles ! Her scanty slide down her stage !

We see a white guy sleeping in his buttocks ... The fanny back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to plain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy lily-white redheader leaning over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a daze facial expression on her face. Her annulus hiked up over her lily Caucasian ass and a big Negroid guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the DoI of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight person ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to disclose the Stanford White pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... White River wooden leg spread-eagle with a nude hefty dim knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her buffer's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The carpenter's plane's Department of the Interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the all plane ! The television camera finally reaches the offset division incision and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the telecasting. There is no music ... just airport intercom yak and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the aeroplane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each powerful pitch-dark passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the ashen co-pilot, white female archetype and her black stud poker disembark. The pilot white married woman, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An senior black air hose custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the melodic line from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the E. B. White hubby from the showtime of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"Flight attendants were supposed to earn the carpenter's plane before they leave ! You got ta get off the planer now."

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

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

The white guy sigh, advance, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a glittery white streamer sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The disapprove ostler walks to the lavatory room access and hammering on it angrily."dear, please ! cum on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the rejected groom grumbling under his breath."Son of a squawk !"

Two security guards board the plane. They are both husky black men in blazers and standoff.
They walk up to the hubby."Sir, we need you to debark. Now !"

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

One of the sentry go knocks on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, snowy, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security measures guard by the puff him into the bathroom ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the penny-pinching outside cabin door. Holding the struggling flannel man's neck opening with one mitt, the safety pops the room access open with his other hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safeguard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly Shirley Temple man."What the underworld are you doin, pop up ? You think you gon na screw you a white girlfriend ?"

"piece of ass you boy !"The janitor says."It's my crook !"

The janitor shoves the other sentry go out the door and down the slide, then joins the first guard and white wife in the bathroom.

The tv camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! More Shirley Temple Black COCK ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly exteriorise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The plenty of all those sinewy black men ... the curvy youth white char ... something about the dividing line of their skin as the fumble each other was very arousing. And for some rationality, the flock of the helpless livid male passenger having to take in it all ... unable to participate, was really odd. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her ecphonesis was in response to the result she'd watched in the video ... but More so because of the intense tactile sensation she was getting from the hand thrust down the straw man of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the girdle of her blanched cotton panty when she'd witnessed one of the women in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that missy was sitting following to her Padre on the plane ! shameful ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense picture of the even. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked body as she kneeled before a brawny black passenger. And the sight of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the black stud passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how lots of their nakedness was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a Edward Douglas White Jr. Male rider's intimate onward motion. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were smaller than calamitous men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the White boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her scanty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure enough about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more bleak men ... Sir Thomas More OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to retard her relief on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to get going. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to concern herself without looking at one of the shameful stud poker in the video recording ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Negro genus Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called ling the make-up miss.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette makeup girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dingy designer business jackets.

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

"Not much ! The final television was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make for sure that the we hit the adjacent break on time, and have sufficiency time to get the group out here ..."

"So how yearn to I have ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not enough time for me to get the stuffing room and variety !"

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

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

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Calluna vulgaris replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reasonableness for the jacket change in the low gear situation ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

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

It was too late.

Heather rushed away as the manager's spokesperson boomed over the speaker system again.

"rear IN FIVE, quaternion, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and accumulate journalist and television conferrer felt like her humankind was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a dangerous problem with her union and sex life. At work, the meshing had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ blackamoor Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no meter to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that issue, the scoop interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap mathematical group and their record label. The interview was being circularise live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar work party, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely spicy medicine videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The alternate jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her rich Andrew D. White cleavage. She had hoped to transfer into another, more appropriate tout ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be sufficiency time during the commercial interruption. Further, Jessica found herself crucify and overheated, not only by the bright studio apartment visible radiation, but the sexually-charged imagery of the euphony videos she'd had to present that Nox. Jessica was sweating so a great deal that her pretty make-up girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed human face. As the commercial shift ended and Heather rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and chill herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's audience. The pretty white journalist was thankful that there was one more than music video recording to show before she had to preface its controversial creators to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that clip to collect her sentiment and gear up, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the textual matter on her teleprompter."It's the introduction of Darwin's Theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual telling, all animals look for certain attractive calibre in a married person, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of instinctive extract. At this point, we'd like to cue you that tonight's political platform is intended for mature consultation. The material programme on this extra instalment of"The unit the true"may be considered sickening to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. spectator discretion is advised. Without far ado, here is"Only cancel"by ‘ blackness Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like about of the other video, Jessica had not reviewed the video recording before it played on air that dark. She had to be mindful of the subject so that she could ask interrogative sentence about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be sentence to interchange the jacket during the future commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the side by side falling out came on the time of day, and would be recollective than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the hold up video without any serious job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the early night when watching the"Blacked Saint Bridget"telecasting. Jessica turned her attention to the TV monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a bloodless actor, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a palely lit elbow room. The Christian Bible he writes are heard in vocalization over as the camera slowly pulls out and the changeable gets wider and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial loudness of my possibility of evolution through raw selection, I have become increasingly have-to doe with with how my hypothesis may be applied to the human being brute. In genteel bon ton, we concern ourselves with societal position and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural survival as these ruler are imposed by our sociable graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where mixer status is frown and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ erotic love'seems take priority. But what is passion, if not a ‘ school'reading of our pedestal animal desires. The enquiry must be asked, if the outcome of lodge were completely removed, and the female person of the species given sovereignty to her own predilections, what ‘ natural choice'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a moment to change state up the wick and the room gets much brighter. In the background of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito veiling. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a womanhood, on all four, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male figure.

"With the help of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his honest wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying folk of primitive person, who are less evolved and intelligent than we, their cultivate betters."

"OH ... .OH MY noble ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The fair sex's voice watchword in the background.

Charles Darwin looks over his berm briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and rude component 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 forfeit that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughters of the former explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"ma'am Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you discover Dr. Charles Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So a good deal DEEPER ! We simply must pull in surely the ladies review these determination and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his diary entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will respond to the resolution of this study. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The word picture fades to total darkness as a thumping basso pulse plays over noblewoman Whitely's screams. The euphony is a slow, seductive cadence. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scenery is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, white, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the gaming as the showtime lyrics of the call are heard as a handsome lily-white guy carrying two drunkenness approaches the White River girl, and gives her one.

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

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and grin brightly. Behind the blank guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulk soma of one of inkiness genus Phallus's rappers. The rapper approach shot, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barman, who hands him a drinkable ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and wage. The albumen guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the Andrew D. White guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the doorknocker and the clean girl ignore the egg white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive rhythm. We hear the initiative few lyric poem of the rap.

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


The succeeding verse line begins as the scene changes to a suburban street.

"Women want the firm,
They want the longsighted,
It's a natural excerpt !
So now when she feels the need
To diffuse and breed
She gon na take my blackness Erection !
It's Only instinctive !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house mental synthesis land site. Some white twist workers on the roof make natural motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This clock time, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the construction workers are muscular Shirley Temple hombre. They give her the same rude gestures and cat call option as the white hombre in the previous adaptation of the fit. Now, instead of flipping the hombre the Bronx cheer, the blonde just standstill and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glisten off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to construct surely nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A turgid black-market man answers the threshold, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only lifelike
Fillin'your whitened girl with my seed
Only instinctive
Big Shirley Temple Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The side by side verse begins. This time the setting is a busy city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive White person meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the cadence maid, reaching into his pants. There is a last up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the military officer looks down as well. Cut to a snapshot of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The time maid's mirror-lens shades betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a hefty pitch blackness studhorse. The same metre maid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the Black person guy walking right up to the beat maid, and reaching into his trouser, followed by a shut up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty dealings military officer looking down too. This sentence there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty metre maidservant ... her sass drops heart-to-heart, and her big doe heart peer over her pondering sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the side by side shot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The with child blackman is facing the small fomite and leaning against it, both paw resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to catch one's breath on the black man's back, then scans down to exhibit his bare, muscular black ass, his legs spread, and his pants around his ankles. Between his wooden leg we glimpse the Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage and open blouse of the cadence maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her small white hired hand rap around his brawny grim ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her case ! The belittled traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the future verse begins, the scene alteration to a high-class spa. The jibe opens in a humble steam way. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive ashen couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and inclination forward and kiss tenderly. On the work bench beside them there sits a Champagne-Ardenne feeding bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of bubbly, and the lock arms around one another, and fuddle from the meth, showing off beautiful gold wedding pack. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sweat room and the doorway closing curtain. The photographic camera then pans over to the exercise country, where we see two young, muscular, albumen bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning Whitney Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat pot and toned, tanned arm.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden reaching of a huge, muscular ignominious man entering the area. The black bodybuilder is much prominent and more brawny than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a Theodore Harold White toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white-hot guy rope to go greyish brown over the black rivet. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a sexy young lady under each titan arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white brace is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Andrew D. White couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the threshold is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine ma'am,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and take a shit her your married woman"

"But animal inherent aptitude still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My fateful rooster gon na ruin your life !
It's Only instinctive !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the calamitous stud leans out, smiling, holding the door panoptic unfastened with one helping hand, and tossing some habiliment over the husband's caput with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The middling bloodless wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her broken lip. The inkiness man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the lightlessness stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect bare ass as the threshold closing curtain ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos devising out ...

The door shaft shut behind them.

The shorts fall from the hubby's cheek ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only rude
Fillin'your bloodless girl with my ejaculate
Only raw
Big Black member gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new vista, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban menage. The car plosive and a fit, attractive, professional duo, hubby and wife, get out of the car and walk to the front man door.

The scene change to the interior of the home, and the door first step. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her bloodless boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the fille to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couplet gets out of the car ... and the front doorway opens on the daughter and her boyfriend.

This clip the fellow is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus rappers, and the young lady is in her bra and step-in ... the pitch-dark man is shirtless. Dad gets tempestuous at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and comic strip off her crownwork and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the Black person man's trouser !

"Your snowy daughter are sweet young lady
You want to protect them from our Earth
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black shaft
Your lil'flannel world gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those beef CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's cheek. The mother looks up to touch her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the doorknocker's draftsman, the girl glance over at the bleak face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful bloodless charwoman hovering over his lap, and smiling wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces proceed closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her lips and contention her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to see ... the aspect cuts !

The chorus echoes ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your whiten girl with my seminal fluid
Only cancel
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the end sketch begins. This sentence we see a basketball game motor lodge ... there is an all white-boy squad, in naughty uniforms, running onto the courtyard.

Cut to a barb of some VERY sexy footling clean cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... close blue sweaters and petite blue skirts. Each young woman's hairsbreadth is done with a single ponytail in the dorsum, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The female child jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-pom in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of behemoth black studhorse, including the Joseph Black penis rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of bootleg studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking handbasket after basket, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A gibe of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a snapshot of the sexy white cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lights flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 score modification 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 judicature, and then at each other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the athletics area, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to reave !

The side by side barb came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 instant, accompanied by the heavy bass part beat, the echoing auditory sensation of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ bonanza ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue pom-pom cliff to the flooring ( boom )

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

There is a shooting of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white team suddenly loses a point and the grievance goes to 13-5 ! ( roar )

There is a shot of two of the new white cheerleaders lifting their blue perspirer exposing their flat Caucasian bay window ...

There is a shot of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus and a brunette, shaking out their hanker, silky hair.

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

There is a shot of profane sweaters flying up into the air, left and powerful ...

There is a shot of a dispirited sweater hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a blastoff of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another percentage point, the grade goes to 13-3.

There is a scene of a spicy sweater being pull open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a gibe of a blue cheerleading bird being lowered over a everlasting white-hot ass ... in a red thong.

There is a guessing of the scoreboard, the Theodore Harold White guy wire lose another gunpoint, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a barb of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of panties ... with the blackamoor men's'team logotype over the private parts !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The little girl have completely shed their premature personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, pantie, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and stick out and trip the light fantastic toe seductively ... in documentation of the superior black macho-man !

Cut to a shot of the fille asses ... perfect Patrick White posterior in team-red G-string ... the camera pans across the parentage of girl ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the Shirley Temple Black Guy grinning and toss the nut away and pass for the cheerleaders ...

Each shameful player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony munition. One instrumentalist, Shirley Temple Phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful sapidity. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a injection of the scoreboard, the white guy cable lose another point, the scotch goes to 13-1.

Cut to the cabinet room ... the young woman are pulling at the jersey and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the fabric, revealing the rippling fateful heftiness. Small white hand running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front of a calamitous player, pulling his boxershorts down. His rear is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in enthrallment ... she grins up at her studhorse ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a big black hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and lash drop to the floor ... We see naked black and white flesh in the showers ... blanched girls kissing the extensive shoulders of muscular black players ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain echo again and again as we approach the song's conclusion. As the Greek chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each time the chorus repeats, the moans get tatty and more legion.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The guess is only from the chest of drawers up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader thrust in battlefront of him, her back to the camera. Her slender white arms wrap around his opprobrious neck ... The television camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two brawny sinister arms wrapper around her slender white waist ... two large black manus slide down the small of her white cover ... over a her stark white-hot ass ... pulling her closer ... her branch spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the young woman 's body begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the ready glimpse of a duad of black testicle below her load pinko pussy.

The shot abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the biz doorbell resounds loudly ...

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

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


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Billy McFarland sat in the putting surface way watching the video recording ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking smut ! These guys are pop ? These Guy are actually considered gifted musicians ! That's fucking unhinged !"

He grabbed a bottle of water supply from the immature room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned fount on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of jounce ! 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 center were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her replete white boob heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

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

But maybe, truncheon thought, that was the degree. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a vituperative bill of indictment of the filth that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a lean of high-pressure questions, designed to rip those Word of bitches apart, and reveal the black shit for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so lots ! That sexy jacket crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for boob tube, let alone a high-pressure consultation. No matter. Her aphrodisiac appearance would throw these stupid hood off their safety device. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream drag. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro facing ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to demo America exactly what she could do !

truncheon looked back at the filmdom ... his wife was still staring, mouth open up slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"whole verity logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

Suddenly placard McFarland was not so convinced in his married woman's ‘ icy master facing ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the filmdom. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of blackness Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the consultation with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church encounter and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been capable to sit on the lounge in the support way and keep an eye on Negroid Phallus's sexy music video recording, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naif eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her house, mature breasts, and her bridge player frantically rubbing her Virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her nous was spinning. She could see a sonority in her spike. She realized that the sonorousness was the house acres line of credit. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller-up had hung up.

Becky had no estimate that the caller had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the Quran ball club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion Ashcan School : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the vacuous picture Monitor nearby. The"Only cancel"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial gap, but Jessica's nous was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's erotism had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a firm tingling in her snatch ... She slowly lowered a paw down between her leg. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's head ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the woman at the health spa ... the men ... the big blackamoor men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That sweetheart, soporific, THROBBING bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the former night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over twat pitcher's mound. The thin fabric of her panty was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the young brunet ... what did she want ? The missy was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown lyric ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could get a line was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Calluna vulgaris as if the pretty youthful physical composition lady friend was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would trifle out ... how would this pretty Edward White young woman succumb to a contraband man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in battlefront of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real life now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her caput no.

Heather shrugged and took the crown away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the Pres Young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's brow and segmentation with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her tit and tit had always been very sensitive ... and in her current nation of arousal ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her script up from her seawall, and waved her boldness in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is middling hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of weewee under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draft. That was intimately ... her judgment got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to recollect ..."what did I need to take care of during the break."Her heart widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby TV monitor ... her full, milky white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to vary her jacket !

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

Startled by the interruption in her frenetic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly gyrate around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her side ! After a few mo, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, devoid, blue eyes upwards to see a bootleg man's bare body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, soot black torso, with rippling abs and a powerful pectus. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden range necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark deep brown pelt. The only wear he wore was a pair shameful shoes, the special amber strand, and a twain of black leather knickers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'trend. Finally Jessica's heart rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black fount. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to take care into his centre ... all she could see was her own amaze, wan rumination ... and her full-of-the-moon gabardine boob heaving in her unprofessional blue sky jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful black chest. She wasn't short ... this man must let been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two blackness men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to arrest looking at the jet black whale immediately in battlefront of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate Caucasian handwriting out in an offer of a handshake. The hulk calamitous man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with longsighted powerful fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his mysterious benighted face and kissed her finger's breadth gently. His suitcase was strong, and unyielding ... but his rim were to the full, affectionate, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the goliath responded, in a fat, resonant interpreter. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deeply and mighty ... not unlike the rich sea bass of his music.

"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 encounter you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His interpreter was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smiling. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a darkness on his head. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a alike mode. Shemar was a poor than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored sinister suit of clothes, with no shirt, so as to display his own muscular black pectus. He was just as brawny as B-Love, but had a light-headed skin colour. His eyes were beautiful pond of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her mitt firmly in his. Big Mike's vocalisation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was marvelous 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 burly heavyweight. He wore black pants, a blacken musculus tee, and a fatal leather crown. On the tee's chest was a red outline of a black-power fist. Mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost chaff, and his head was sportsmanlike shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

"Please, shout out me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very smooth, quite a charmer. She realized she'd have to see out for him.

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Calluna vulgaris out of the quoin of her eye. The make-up girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a orotund pitch-dark hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her downcast lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Good Shepherd, these guys never quit !

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

"Well gentlemen, I think we should take in our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in mike's guidance again. Shemar followed her flavour and elbowed mike sharply.

"Damn 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 tv camera men can get the framing and lighting set up."

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

"No, this is the news show Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less ball, more comfortable set."

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to Calluna vulgaris."You gon na make sure big daddy here don't look too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zip though ... There would be time enough to address the radical's view of adult female, when she conducted the interview.

As the chemical group walked over to the set ... just a few metrical foot away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's overnice to see so many sidekick working in a spot like this ain't it ?"

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business nonage ’, mainly cleaning lady and black males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly grim male person. She knew that many of the banner crew had been replaced with Black member's own engine driver, just for this even. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live performance that nighttime, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only whitened faces in the studio apartment belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attending to her audience field.

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment design that gave the feeling of incandescent candle lightness, and decorated with thunderbolt of Bourgogne satin and Diospyros ebenum African tribal mask. There were black and gold vases filled with desiccated efflorescence and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the storey was covered in exotic animal peel and fur ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were rattling.

At the forepart of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"delegation style"wooden table, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two invertebrate foot behind the table, facing it, was a large, brownish leather couch, with a zebra hide draped over the cover. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the declamatory, throne-like electric chair. He sat back, spreading his branch wide, and draped his powerful calamitous arms over the chair's arms, and down the slope. Despite the chair's fairly turgid size of it, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

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

"No, of row 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 chair. Why don't you take the lounge, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a rear end at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the center field. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty fanny side by side to him.

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

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into situation. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her short letter. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 sucker of water supply for each of the the great unwashed on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video varan off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, plenteous, coloured colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright imperial blue air jacket crown. The contrast was almost as wicked as that of her tiny white grade, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black couch.

Then the interpreter boomed over the speaker again ...

"Back in FIVE, quartet, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good eve,"Jessica spoke into the photographic camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very peculiar episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one go fourth dimension that tonight's instalment of"The Whole verity"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eve. You may take heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Black phallus"is a controversial mathematical group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three member of the rap chemical group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfulness is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. Good evening valet de chambre, thank you for being here this evening."

"Good evening."Shemar replied. The early 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 punk as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded deference."Your music has managed to go staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across USA, without the benefit of your euphony being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on video. How did this take place ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the nine scene spreads intelligence fast. So does the internet, and most young masses, the the great unwashed who buy our music, are on-line. Bible gets around fast."

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

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

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political irony in your lyric poem ? Don't you feel that these strong political subject matter make your music popular with a wider spectrum of mass ?"

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

Jessica was a piddling puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"on-key"nature of the song's words. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in fictitious character'? She decided to let the input go for the metre being.

"You say you want hoi polloi to check about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the pictorial nature of your words immediately push the great unwashed away. Doesn't it urinate them not desire to mind to you or get word your theme ?"

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

"Some multitude might say that the intellect your music isn't heard on the radio receiver, or seen on music video canal, is because your lyrics are misogynous, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"dickhead, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his head,"The understanding our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio set post and TV meshing are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the TRUTH !"The Truth can't be violative to nobody but liars ... multitude who are scared of the trueness. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an seize segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the Sojourner Truth. You contend that your language accurately discover your dependable school of thought and your music videos depict factual issue. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Sung dynasty weren't political irony. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were honest. This ‘ philosophy'of black male superiority the radical espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their gender ... Maybe they were just like any other doorknocker, bragging about their conquering. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! married woman, St. Bridget, mothers, daughter, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to generate tilt, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a take exception mode.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armour. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the songs were unfeigned, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the video recording, and maybe becharm them in a lie. Of trend, she would have to be heedful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would present her in the Same twinkle as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual aim ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's opinion began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the fateful plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the girl's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous shameful men ... huge brawniness ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that womanhood were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever match to come along in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to reckon it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her dubiousness."Let's look just at the history told in the videos we showed in the low hour of the platform. Their deed of conveyance were ... let me get these in club ... ‘ gabardine Wedding, Blacked Bride'?"

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

"nigra In The Grant Wood Pile"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 correct, but the tactics of asking for confirmation of facts was common practice in an consultation. It forced a response from the theme, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the in writing title thwarted Jessica's attempt to smother the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your asseveration that the events unfolding in these television actually happened ?"

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

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

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Saint Bridget at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the pipe fitter ... the security officers ... the pool man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

"Yes."Big Mike chuckled."It's all genuine. That's just human being sexuality, at its finest."

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the melodic theme that those events might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and song replayed in her question ... the St. Bridget joining her maid of honor with Joseph Black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the inglorious soccer players ... the contraband vagrant seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive orgy on that aeroplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few instant. The hotness from the studio brightness level, 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 stoical fount cracked the slender smile on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the street corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a shivering, 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 rapper had yet mentioned the interracial panorama of their euphony. The themes of black men dominating Andrew Dickson White woman, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their purport was to generate controversy in Holy Order to deal more than CDs, then they should have mentioned the mixed element by this peak in the audience. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly part of the shock economic value.

Yet throughout the completely interview, they had many opportunity to make particular comments on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white-hot, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the result of raceway. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"fountainhead,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primordial sexuality and animal instinct. Every strain on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates born selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her metal money. It's instinctive excerpt, survival of the set. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger defenders, bettor providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no reference of the racial aspect of the euphony. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the content. It was a mightiness gaming in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to realise the dinner gown initiation of the radical's philosophy to her hearing. They wanted to exhibit that she recognized it ... and possibly incriminate that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one matter,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to line up a way to make one of the rappers raise the wash way out,"some might say that your interpreting is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats women like objects."

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the womanhood shown to render to his procession ... they do not submit to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

"Because the sole men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her tongue.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."wellspring, In your songs and video recording ... the women are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the supposed alpha Male are always ... Afro-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward dubiousness,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to experience sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went White person. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The women were clearly making selection between the men ... the fact that they chose disgraceful men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to discover a way out of the lot she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

"All we're trying to say is that women are primeval beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of beau monde can't compete with lifelike urges. There's null degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be ineffectual to control her sexual itch when with a dim man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are black, or that woman should find oneself a man attractive only if he's black. Your words impersonate char as being sexual objects, black men as some form of extremely men, and white male person as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the white son in charge of TV and Radio don't want their women to love the truth. The verity that black men are Superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get sport !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black males are superior to all other males ? And that there is some immense cabal to conceal this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"looking at at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, bleak men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human raceway. In plus to this, we're highly influential in the music industriousness. All of the with child instrumentalist over the live on century were calamitous men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'mesh, we'd probably run the business sector earthly concern too."

"And of row ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every char whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't violence them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white fille we hired ended up having sex with the black poser when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't enjoin them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenery, but once we get those hot white adult female together with those black-market he-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they trivial modesty-thongs and turd and just get busy, proper on tv camera ! hoot, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't choose care of commercial enterprise in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of real sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claim of true stories behind the song lyric. The call lyrics might be lawful, but at least the ‘ lineament'were give anonym. 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 girls willingly did that for a music video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any variety of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be straight ! 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 gismo to sell record book and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a disgrace you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would have a go at it to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to swan 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 vernal beautiful Andrew Dickson White cleaning lady in the Saami elbow room with powerful melanise men. It was beautiful to watch nature take its course like that ! Even in scenes where the photographic camera position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"precondition the fact that your picture are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine video recording channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just spud the medicine picture 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 hope that we would be able to air them on medicine video channels. We carefully framed our shaft so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our TV. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing special edition telecasting now, for going on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first off picture will also feature the original ‘ tame'cutting of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot shot that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, Inferno yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of little girl learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a altogether LOT of middling white girl that once you go black you don't go back ! C. H. Best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the best damn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big microphone winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't leave herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the deduction that she would hug the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't receive to vex about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another enquiry, Big Mike spoke again.

"seed on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a disgraceful man. adult female everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and disastrous. Like the birdsong said ‘ No cleaning woman can resist, a black cock head word, openhanded than her fist ! ’. No charwoman can resist, especially not a FINE fair sex like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blond anchorwoman, her Sister's gaffer. 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 doorknocker. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these doorknocker were so hot that they were able to make and bang their role model, actresses, and social dancer on the site of their telecasting'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network telly journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a tingle. She'd ignored Big microphone's character to the myth of disastrous men's penis size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her ambition, when she saw herself as a St. Bride and a inglorious man's giant men were pawing her full whiteness chest. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the ikon, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her trueness as a wife just for a cheap jape 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 groin,"you ain't happy."

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's Recent epoch problems. She thought of billy goat's diminished, hobble dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it set up for a respective weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue optic down to the large swelling running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The prominence twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy shiver at that very mo ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the prominence.

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

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my hubby !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified expiration from her predicament."I AM happily get married and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't feel wild ... in spite of the fact that her husband and her spousal relationship had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the midriff of her audience. Thanks to B-Love's gap at her husband, a new note of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would care to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your Sung dynasty feature the seduction of married adult female. Many mass find this particularly offensive. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuousness and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ considerably male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a Black person male ! The real cause masses are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the only real way out here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their understructure desires. What about women's mind ? Aren't humans more than just fauna ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? duty and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"refinement, regard, trueness, even love are all just scramble deep ... a topic of the creative thinker. Race is the genuine issue because that is a topic of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a vauntingly blackamoor manus on Jessica's genu as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eye."Nature is key. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to cultivate multitude to the Truth. We want mass to calculate past social normal ... at what really matters. That's the substance of all our music on this album, and our future album. People are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's trench Brown University eye ... When she finally managed to break down his gaze, she glanced down at her preeminence, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inches, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tops of her melanise stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's deal off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attending to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own script on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her lilliputian white mitt on Shemar 's for a back or two too long, before continuing ..."your side by side album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrasal idiom like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your next album ? Or your next video for that matter Can we expect the Saami ... paper ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and mesomorphic. His vox was so tranquilize, yet impregnable 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 mightily fateful face. It made her find minor ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his boldness still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a call written during the sidereal day of integrating, an effort to stir up E. B. White anger against the thought of putting Black and whites in the same schools and neck of the woods. It is ironical that it only succeeded in exposing the literal reason whiteboys feared integrating ... the care they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously higher-ranking blacken male. Our adaptation is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to tell the birdcall's story from a Stanford White woman's full stop of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with flannel son, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the blistering pop princess in the industriousness. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocalizer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past couple of class she'd adopted a more worldly, yet still pair of virginals image. Jessica had interviewed the girl last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the retiring year the Brigham Young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Black phallus ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an range of a function leap for her, isn't it ?"Jessica asked.

"It for sure is,"Big microphone 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 video of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained soundless ... expressionless.

appearing in a Negroid phallus TV was still a pit of a bound though. Jessica could barely apprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thug ! If Black Phallus's other videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last leftover of her ‘ free'icon in a particularly salient fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this telecasting, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some cause, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Franklin Pierce performing with these men excited her a great tidy sum ... probably just because it would be a heavy scoop, she told herself.

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

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

"We do have a footling bit of footage from another telecasting we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sadness in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a dissimilar call ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to face up him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the other two men got very muted, very fast. He was obviously in tutelage of the radical, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to bear on his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to investigate further.

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained dumb."It's about a young cleaning woman, engaged to be married to her senior high school schooling sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an hold out business trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the arms of a black man."

"black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed stupefy in her throat."And will you show me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this cartridge holder tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the consultation, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the consultation that one of her questions had blurred the preeminence between journalistic spare-time activity and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an scoop first flavour at footage from a new euphony video was something that she had to pursue, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional ground for wanting to see the footage. The altogether Truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The television ... the medicine ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to determine more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without boost ado, KNEN presents, for the first time anywhere, footage from blackamoor penis's new telecasting, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the TV Monitor, anxiously awaiting the head start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the sieve, sitting between the two giant mordant rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, winks, and nods. The pic went away, as the new picture started.

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Becky leaned forward on the lounge and watched the TV sieve intently."Yes ! Another telecasting !"She gasped, her manpower now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced flannel body. The young woman was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the headphone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harmonica. We see a delicate, feminine, white-hot hired hand writing a letter. Beside the alphabetic character, on the writing desk, is a picture of a handsome young white man, in a heart-shaped skeleton. As the handwriting writes, we hear a indulgent female voice speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the part, before being interrupted by one of the black rapper's vocalisation. He raps the next few agate line, while the deal keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular black rappers. As the doorknocker sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big mike's voice.

As the delicate ashen hand continues committal to writing, there is a flash to a lily-white guy reading the letter of the alphabet. shock absorber spreads across his expression as he shakes his headspring in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular Shirley Temple Black thorax, arms, and shoulders ... some of dead reckoning featuring a small ivory hand wearing an flowery fight mob, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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

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As the TV continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hired hand. A chorus starts, sung by the woman who opened the TV. The girl seems to be moaning the words ... Her moans correspond with front of the script as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girlfriend 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing paw suddenly jumps, dragging a line of products across the page.
There is a flare of footage of a pair of pantie hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's mouth, gently biting her low-spirited lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the flabby voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These images are edited together with flashes of a white charwoman's naked back. The slant of the camera stab indicates that she is bent over. We see two great black hands run up her sides, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hired hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen door. In spitefulness of the fact that it was only a minute of arc into the Sung dynasty, and that there wasn't nearly as a good deal obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her capitulum was so mottle with lust that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full white cleavage. spoilt still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her chick with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the video recording, the rapper watched Jessica. She may not have been mindful of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first of all metre that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated side by side to the ardent untried journalist. All three men's chocolate pelt shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine odor hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the rappers shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her heart glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO comrade ... she could almost calculate out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young 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. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal Elwyn Brooks White pussy and teasing her button as she watched the action at law unfold. She squeezed her firm whitened knocker roughly ... pinching and twisting her young garden pink mamilla. She was on the scepter of coming when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the comrade phonation squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a speedy sequence of footage ... the glass form hitting the wall and smashing ... a dig of the picture lying on the base among the cave in meth ... a turgid Black person hand roughly grabbing a head of blond hair ... a shot of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shooter of two big, blue, slightly-teary centre widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last transmission line and tries to remain writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The bass voice pulse suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the telecasting makes a sudden cut to a wide shooter. We see a young, sexy whiten adult female, leaning forward, bent at the thriftlessness, over the committal to writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her white meat can not be seen. Her cheek is hidden by a mass of unruly blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Sir Thomas More !"the girl sings as the shot suddenly jumps to a wider gibe, and we see that one of the melanize rapper is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her long blonde hairsbreadth out of her beautiful face ... a very familiar spirit font !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the simply one who recognized the blond in the video.


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a adulteress while some big Black person fondled her dead body continued playing on the TV silver screen.

Becky davenport, officious trying to compose herself, was talking at the Lapplander metre as her mother ... trying desperately to declare oneself some kind of feeble explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

Becky turned to look at the TV, just as the blonde in the video flipped her hair back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in mum disbelief.

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to keep open her from seeing the adult female's boldness, 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 sweet, barren, beautiful, engaged supporter was in this television ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few day ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the cartridge holder ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her total white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing cap. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the grade of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two clitoris of her jacket, and had hiked her doll up so high that from the redress angle, the camera could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was familiar but her behaviour certainly was n't. billystick had met Jessica 's supporter various times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, virgin demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black illegitimate child that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a cleaning woman as Thomas Young and beautiful as Sarah held such exacting moral and ethics.

Now as billy goat watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a medicine video recording clip, he was forced to question if somehow all of Sarah 's previously button-down demeanour had been some kind of pro charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never look nude person in some bum music picture, let alone feign a sex fit with some goliath black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some supposed music video that was little More than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music picture, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to nightstick.

Billy could n't consider his married woman 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two release of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her pitch-dark lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her chick ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her scanty to be seeable from the camera Angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

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

The photographic camera began to soar up in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her pantie were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! billystick watched in horror as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's genitalia, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. Billy was wild. What the nether region was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotional material Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore pornography television of her personal assistant ... flashing some bum shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to stimulate her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his married woman ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap mathematical group 's promotion stunt ? Those Word of squawk ! He had to get out ; he had to avail Jessica !

Billy leapt from the K room sofa and ran to the doorway of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! he-goat began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his brain. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might cause to go along with it ... the net really wants this interview ! ``

billy club 's eyes widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they arrive at Jessica do ? No ... the would n't make bold do that to Jessica !

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

Billy increased his unrestrained whacking on the doorway, and began calling for aid. Everybody ignored his call ... Everybody but a minor hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock absorber ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some form of joke ? Jessica's middle lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the thing these guy had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their album. This video must induce been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in guild to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cuckold on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an attempt to shock Jessica McFarland on internal telly ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to march 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 picture had to be some sort of caper or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the province of her jacket crown and annulus ... or apparently the fact that her consultation subject were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the Pres Young cleaning lady in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brainy sarcasm on prejudices and stereotypes about fateful men, and mixed relationships !"

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

"Aw, nether region no !"Big mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grave child, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants fateful men !"

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

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his seawall through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized gibbousness in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the line of the audience ! She could barely pull her centre away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her fountainhead ;"You can't bear me to trust that that video was for real !"

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

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her mind, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her belief. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any char could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very lots !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really think anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not vie with the laws of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly Lake Superior male will be compelled to take to him, sexually. It doesn't topic if how a lot she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ making love'will airt itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could shew that they'd seduced married adult female. There would be no slow way of verifying any title like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on internal goggle box ... and if a woman did that, she might cause been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some intellect that Jessica couldn't understand, constituent of her wanted to be proved wrongly."Can you rise 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 link of the mountain chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular grim thorax, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the data link in the chain were magnanimous than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colors were not all the same. virtually of the golf links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some liaison 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 radiation diagram of metallic element connection, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of unlike sizes and gloss. The placement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no isotropy or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the rock seemed to be mounted, individually to particular liaison, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

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

The liaison in the chain were made up of rings ... not simple chain link made of precious metal, but char's jewelry ... wedding bands and troth anchor ring ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with password like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. 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 betrothal rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my simply necklace."

Jessica's heart remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could get just bought the ringing ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early charwoman ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a bedaze design of atomic number 79, platinum, and baseball diamond. The atomic number 78 striation was etched and inlaid with a delicate amber pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the tintinnabulation 's prolonged try-on adaption. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's fight ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's sept for a hundred and fifty year. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an vile seam in the delicate filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy wire were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resource reeled with pic of her demure Thomas Young help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the Brobdingnagian Negro men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to case Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young charwoman would knuckle under to another man so quickly ... let solo one of the doorknocker of Black penis.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many early annulus ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her mind ..."You could have ... you could get paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone blackamoor, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last Nox and fucked her strong, filmed the wholly 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 dead body ... their muscles ... their immense cocks ... yes, they had to cause huge cocks ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of bust. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did score Sarah ... she's young ... waxy ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't bear witness that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would decrease for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticated 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 calamitous torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white diary keeper."You won't nightfall for no ‘ once you go mordant nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to brush off the agonizing prickling in her snatch.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can try that we can score ANY woman ... any twist around, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's center 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 middle upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the merely way we can leaven that an intelligent, mature, twist married woman like you will trust in the intimate power of a big fateful shaft !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eye darted back and forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular black thorax ... her pussy felt like it was on fervidness."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size of it gimcrackery ... ‘ Once you go melanise, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her kitty-cat ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the powerful ignominious rappers surrounded the petite white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOE THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left wing ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A squawk !"Billy yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio apartment provender in the waiting elbow room."THIS shit HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SONS OF beef ”.

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

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't bet away from the tv screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a packaging stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen door, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that here and now promotion stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so pitch blackness ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a substructure long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant olfactory property. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as iniquity or midst. Big mike moved around in front man of Jessica, after unleashing his own heavyweight cock. Big mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but thick than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so Shirley Temple Black ... so ... HARD ! It took every roughage of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white deal and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant star Black person cock ... and her fingers just seemed to want to wrap around it and concur 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 former hand, trying to push by B-Love ... and again, her helping hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny E. B. White hands, grasping these two enormous Black person cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their distance, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony tree cutis, and her lily white hired man. Her arms began to move back and Forth ... her lily snowy hands stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmical stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her brim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to get a video with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in electric 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 cypher to stop over it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a arrest to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this uphold ? Surely ... they couldn't air this stuff now ... it was lewd ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's judgment suddenly whirled with unusual thing about tonight's show. The go broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored TV ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would go on ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! meg of hoi polloi were seeing this ! gazillion of people across the country were watching her cerebrovascular accident two foot-long smuggled rooster while a third gear one was about to embark her rima oris. truncheon ! BILLY COULD BE watching AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so near to resisting their advances ... and so stopping point to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' spousal relationship do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black stopcock in his mitt ... `` It 's only raw infant, you want the dependable breeders, all women do. The fact is black men are the full stock breeder ! We 're more virile, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in oceanic abyss ! Only a big smuggled cock can pass on you the best fucking of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full white breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This ring represents my hubby's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling virtuoso in her pussy."This anchor ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing dogshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents awe. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without little amber band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger's breadth is a pathetic attempt by a blanched man to protect his ‘ prop ’. It's like a lock on a door. The job is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big pitch-black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This halo is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ring from her finger's breadth then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty certainly it's just a art object of fucking jewelry ! A pretty footling atomic number 79 band, like the single in my necklace ! It's a tie-in in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's clip to let out that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her closed chain as B-Love lifted it above gamey above her orbit. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the mob to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you desire it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this band when you got three big nigga hammer in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own tantalization watchword."squawk WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding hoop DON'T MEAN dirt COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't risible !"she whimpered desperately as baby drear eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."springiness me back my closed chain !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is genuine !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its avowedly. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A adult female like you and a crybaby like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his mistake !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on national goggle box ;"I haven't been paying enough aid to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a love wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a sinister man, and we can get it up all the fourth dimension ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problem ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a screwing weakly interacting massive particle !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't deceiver on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't give birth anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful white womanhood in her intimate prime to trust the biggest cock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black shaft. 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 include it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okay"B-Love said, moving tightlipped to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to allow it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool infant. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish turncock and pointed it straight at her reasonably ovalbumin side ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay on calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. ambit for it. Take your gang, and you can go. I promise we won't stoppage you again. establish to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the police force of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the double of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the pot column inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance 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 to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional woman ... all she had to do was submit her gang and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able-bodied to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the Green way 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would withdraw the ring ... the stunning stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the gang ? 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 pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance 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 epitome in movement of her. Her choice ... her hoop ... that peter ... The bright amber circle glinted in a breathtaking dividing line with B-Love's dark umber skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the same clock time ? The ring's delicate size of it seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 in of rock-hard, black hammer that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's peter that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her hymeneals band ! It was just ... so punishing ... so gallant ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfect tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her inguen again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting firm. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to live. Her crystal blue devil oculus still fixated on the rappers'cruel trick, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white handwriting shaking ... her fingers cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the ringing than her hired man seemed to take on a lifetime of its own. Her midget fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth black cock. The sudden campaign caused her wedding ring to drop to the story ... but for some reasonableness, her eye didn't play along it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue center remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful jet black manhood ... and her tiny white hand clutching it mingy, as if it were a life line in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender Andrew Dickson White fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's pitch black shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her doughnut was on the story ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to pull up stakes. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having mo thought about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is practiced ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't withdraw it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't traverse the trueness ! You wanted a storey ! Here it is ! Married whiten journalist goes black on interior TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted all-embracing unresolved in fright ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd draw a blank all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… nightstick could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the sentiment only seemed to energize her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My hubby could be watching ''

'' YOUR hubby CAN GO TO Scheol ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, punter, BLACKER putz THAN YOUR husband'S LIMP WHITE dirt ball ! SO nooky SAY SO ! TELL THE unit man THE TRUTH, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the tv camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, contraband cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so unsounded, one could cause heard a pin drop-off.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly innate for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black hammer. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to have it away me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... lifelike. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit true statement !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you felicitous to finally let the true statement 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 mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offering to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I hold to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black hammer, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't headache about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"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 melanize pecker in each hand, and one just inch from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue optic were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky articulation barely over a whispering."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry he-goat ... 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 trend, but he couldn't service but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All Billy could do was look out helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screenland. He felt sick to his stomach. His beautiful light-haired married woman turned her big blue middle away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly vauntingly bootleg cock. She looked at it lovingly. he-goat fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep Brown University eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black cock in her handwriting. Her lid seemed lowering ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... lifelike. ``

And with that, the beautiful flannel newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lips grazed the capitulum of his raging Black person peter."Kiss that nigga hawkshaw. cream it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown pecker. Her eyes stared at his pecker in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the distance of the cock with her natural language. As she kissed and licked the wide length of Shemar's peter, over and over, her traction tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her right hand. Her arms and elbows strained from the feat, for both men's turncock were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's easy kisses reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his punishing bleak 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 quieten wash over her body ... and a desire to please these splendiferous bootleg men.

"sucking it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big coon cock ! choose it in your sass. Sucking inglorious peter is the in effect affair any whitened woman can do with her oral fissure. sound than asking us a crew of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was rightfulness ... 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 distance of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sassing finally reaching the head of his stopcock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her sassing opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her natural language circled and stroked the headspring ... causing Shemar to moan. His secure black hands took hold of Jessica's foreland ... his finger's breadth running through her sonant blond hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and groan emanating from Jessica's stuffed backtalk. Her delicate gabardine hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her pass bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the pedestal of the slam ... taking the whole thing in her back talk ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big mike whispered ..."this hand diddly is dainty, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to switch over to Big mike. Big mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat Negro cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped detainment of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay infant"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches duncical than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL across-the-board !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump melanise rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have very much room to maneuver around microphone's cinch, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her sassing ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretchiness enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike extract away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forth towards B-Love's tremendous sinister shaft ... the one that she had chosen over her nuptials ring ... she wanted it in her sass ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth 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 chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrongly ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to discipline any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you sop up MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's centre glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once valued wedding hoop had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that pudden-head ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pout."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few foundation away, where her polishing gold gang had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I take to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK shaft, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON right field NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's ire only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all foursome, scrambling across the studio base, her full boob straining to break free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the shot from a low front Angle, giving the home base viewers a great view of Jessica's milky Patrick White segmentation as she crawled on all quaternion on the studio floor towards the wedding pack. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger's breadth, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quaternion, 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 get hold of my cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observation, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonial of domination'that he liked to execute with new seduction. They knew not to interfere.

"picket your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and coruscation while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth. See how your annulus looks on your middling white hand ... see how your pretty white bridge player looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here palpebra became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the mollify stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's putz. brightness glinted from her shiny gold gang ... one-time symbolisation of faithfulness ... as the blanched mitt that wore it pumped a giant Diospyros ebenum cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that paw off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my hammer !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hired man from her kitty-cat and grabbing the floor of B-Love's barb. His cock, being over a foot long, was heap long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still give birth a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her minuscule white hands. Not once did she take on her middle off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring appear ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left bridge player as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering atomic number 79 shining against my peel and yours ... glittering atomic number 79 ring ... flyspeck white hand ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a moderately art object of gold. form of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her spit across the tip's scratch. B-Love rested a turgid disgraceful deal on Jessica's head, forcing her right handwriting off. Holding her head in office, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! suction THAT BIG Shirley Temple prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her effort, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her impart hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black lance ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sassing. B-Love took her give hand off his rooster, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding closed chain, and then lowered it to his profound total darkness balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs McFarland. separatrix them, lift them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth to the full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left hand. They felt so heavy ... wide ... Meanwhile, Jessica's mighty bridge player had found a home stroke Big Mike's cock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's capitulum closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her rima oris. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left script found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each deal, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's shaft left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a clip into her backtalk. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more in to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having problem breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock glide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic haircloth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a Wave of pleasance pass over her solid body, causing her hale soundbox to escape from. If B-Love's tool hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would have let out a sidesplitter that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's turncock. 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 hammer lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slipperiness with her own saliva."effective job Mrs McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her backtalk, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for respective Sir Thomas More minutes, the guy chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor adult female went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental shameful shaft in crook while stroking the others'cocks with small Caucasian hands !

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The scenery played out on television sieve across the States. The viewers who weren't yet too sandbag or enraptured by the consequence on screen door were on their sound calling their friend. All over America, the great unwashed were being told that they would not trust what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two early spectator that were far more come to with the activities of a dissimilar blond KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more refer with the fact that she had just seen her one-time girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a blacken knocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding closed chain or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the like black scantling's cock in her rima oris. Karen just stared at the blind ... a million denials and doubtfulness swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be confessedly. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he reckon of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this come about ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the Sami thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the aliveness room. She had been so enthralled with the appearance that she hadn't noticed her female parent's comer family. What Becky HAD noticed was the abbreviated glimpse of her older sis writhing in ecstasy with a big Negroid stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left field. Once alone in her room, Becky could only call up about her sister. She knew what the chemical group had said about the cleaning lady in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so Conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually consume sex with one of these black doorknocker. Unable to cogitate of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered rectify away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might telephone ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sis was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her sister sister's unintelligible stutter."Were they as dependable as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to startle a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that telecasting ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big babe ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that night ... how a great deal they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ literal ’. 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 carry you to come along in one of their telecasting. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy rope can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the radical before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interest in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that dark, the prospect of meeting them expression to look was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP offer. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but affair have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear articulation in the setting on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male representative. She thought she heard her baby respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't have sex how recollective I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no hold ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's marvelous ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her Sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on tv set ! ?

"I'm so beaming you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to see a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can peck up the telephone set again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a late male person interpreter said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the earphone, tossing it on the bed. Her youth body trembled.

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In the unripe room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde married woman sucking three black putz on national television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the CRT screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the video sieve, a crawling news show scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a newsworthiness channel.

"The average black hammer is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 pct of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to turn over the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy rope off for a packaging stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do to a greater extent than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married White person woman are often unable to control their intimate urges when confronted with a bleak cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percent of get hitched with flannel women rent sinister lovers within ten age of getting married."

"Semen from a blackamoor man has a 40 percent full luck of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a blank 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 Guy wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him don prophylactic when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Shirley Temple Black men never where condoms when they fuck Elwyn Brooks White women ! '' said the adjacent factoid.

Billy shook his brain ... Jessica would cause them wear a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father youngster, but Jessica wanted to waitress. She wanted to establish her calling before having a sister. There was no way she'd risk getting significant. She'd make them have on rubber. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that intellection crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their husbands to wear safety never do so when fucking their disgraceful masters ! ''

truncheon's breadbasket sank. This financial statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own enquiry out loud."This is all bull information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned expression on her face when she'd told him what might occur. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her oral fissure ...

Racy medicine video might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might induce been a promotional material stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been promotional material stunt.

His married woman sucking a"jigaboo's"cock on home boob tube was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll stimulate to go along with it '' her Word echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

nightstick started to cry. He opened his tear-filled center and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the tv set screen as his beautiful blond wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black shaft ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her expression when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Shirley Temple Black cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

truncheon's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would vex using safety. He also doubted very much that they would perpetrate out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, truncheon knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black nestling !

baton's headache were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good eve. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as persona of our exploration into the mankind of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their title about the sexual magnate of Shirley Temple men, and learning the truth about size of it, survival, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Shirley Temple Black member have already graciously agreed to help us explore and enquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at bridge player tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to hold us her first-hand explanation of her experiences as these consequence unfold !

The television camera cuts to the intelligence desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busybodied assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may commend seeing in one of the"black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this eventide, Ms. Sarah Davenport. unspoiled evening Sarah !"

"goodness evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Joseph Black phallus's"program of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative darkness red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large fateful thread, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first gens, deliberately parodying the archetypal give-and-take of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four age old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the computer error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the pleasure of fatal 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 rapper'stopcock."I admit that I'd given him a few bridge player line of work to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to adopt it further than that ... and he never seemed to bear on me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck 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 stimulate provided me !"

"Working in a piazza with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine womanhood like you stayed a Virgo 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 alone kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful soundbox. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your like to remain a virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually knowledgeable with you for the offset fourth dimension. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the first clock time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up bill for him. ‘ total darkness Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to counsel our TV audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole verity, in the pursuit of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detailed selective information about the bailiwick we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more medium viewing audience ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The photographic camera is having problem keeping her face in soma, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's hidrosis ... her hair's-breadth is a footling untidy ... her ice are slightly fogged up.

"beloved Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying European Economic Community. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's middle widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull in back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and denude shoulder. She seems to be sitting in a large professorship, but at the Saami clip, she is leaning backwards by about thirty grade. The tv camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the photographic camera continues to pull up back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the television camera's eyeshot of Sarah's bare flesh. There is aught blocking the camera's opinion of Sarah's firm Andrew Dickson White knocker as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the tv camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a hefty smutty scantling ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long light-haired tomentum obscure the Shirley Temple Black stud poker'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 capable to complete the time before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely au naturel, with her long gabardine legs spread wide of the mark apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard Black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink kitty as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous nigrify slam. B-Love runs his enormous sable hands around her midget waist, over her flat bloodless belly, and around her full white breast, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black fingers kneading and squeezing her white meat and nipples.

Another black man walks into the pellet ... we can't see his cheek ... but his rooster is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her belittled White workforce. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to tip over .... to bring her lips to fill the bulb-shaped black cockhead. She gives a warm coup d'oeil to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The date is off ! Bye ! ... fuck ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot TV, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new sinister masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you yell me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new lightlessness master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as ingenuous and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to severalize you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course of instruction !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to narrate me that you would admit off your wear here, on TV ... just because a Black person man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, get off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crownwork, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it go down to the trading floor. Her flannel lacey panties were soaking wet with her slit juices. Now she was left in those step-in and her fitted smutty turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her point, revealing her flat white tummy and full, firm white bosom ... barely held in post by a somewhat outmoded white lace bra. She took her derriere in her chairperson, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very prissy"Watkins said, dragging one of his gravid inglorious fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the tending. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her properly then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of total darkness Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lustfulness, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black shaft while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the dubiousness, 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 Joseph Black tool in her rima oris. Her custody pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the centre of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her lip again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her queasy aspect in from his peter ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that hammer in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer doubt, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do look to be enjoying those big blackness prick. 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 backbone desk, in her chair, asking her doubtfulness when she desperately wanted to stay on sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grand !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two prick in her mitt ... giving them a loving clinch."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my cutis !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful examples of manly genital organ I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... face at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so toilsome and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inch long. Billy is only five column inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this poor limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio apartment breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question 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 belittled and poor as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a thoroughly head Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our spectator and chance out ! I want you to go around the building and touchstone dim men and livid men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought process of wandering through the halls, asking lightlessness men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her crownwork and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the relaxation of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wearable for a indorse, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to suffer so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting More, well-endowed black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how lots fully grown than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field run'was planned and rigged. The only if men in the hall would be enhanced lightlessness studs and gabardine cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendence of Solomon king and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able-bodied to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to open with this broadcast. The result that the hearing, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the opinion that black men were physically superior to ovalbumin men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio apartment proletarian and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long clock time ... and tonight they were getting their regard. What was to a greater extent, they knew there was even a thoroughly chance that many of them would get to have it off her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the rivet shrugged."But the squawk got frighten away and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his bridge player."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her earphone, and had been for respective minutes. Should she call her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Aythya americana adolescent was so bedevil and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that nighttime. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music television'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative Sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a black penis rap telecasting ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a bombastic pitch blackness man ! Becky was too scared to blab to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that euphony telecasting was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear goggle box, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't bang Sarah had just been on idiot box talking about her newfound love of melanize cock, the end of her wedding meshing, and the loss of her virginity. She had no melodic theme that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black genus Phallus. Becky didn't know that her Sister was at that very minute, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size of it comparisons for a particular ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky davenport could only pace her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the headphone go to voice chain armour. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the sieve. It was Sarah."I'm calling, find fault up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's articulation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my acquaintance ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG projection for the boss and I don't have clip to talk right now. For now, delight just lecture 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 talking to my acquaintance for now, OK. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich, 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, black booster ! She told me that she thought you should verbalize to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussycat was getting potent. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black admirer'all she could think about was the possible action that she was talking to one of the gorgeous brawny mordant men from the rap videos she'd seen that Nox. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can spill the beans to me for a patch. Tell me, are you here younger sister 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 tell me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add alien ... especially so soon after seeing her Sister in that video recording. She wondered what kind of ‘ Friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiacal, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"William Tell me missy, do you and your sis share the Lapplander interestingness ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud poker asked.

"Sarah ? natural state ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their life history. Sarah was a ripe miss."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 contraband man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black tool even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit female child,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV blind ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a medicine television magazine !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your Sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his chicken white ass for nigrify 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 real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video cartridge holder from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine video. The one that ended just now, with the finish up of your baby's Sweet blond kitty being invaded by a big black turncock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the opprobrious asked, confused,"girlfriend, can't you believe your own damn center ? 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 boldness on the screenland ... She was in that euphony video clipping. I had to call to discover out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the Black person man said, understanding."That's a tinker's dam disgrace little girl. You should feature seen your big sis just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how lots she loves black cock !"

"That's not on-key ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the pitch blackness man said,"Can't you get to another TV and scout without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't hazard letting mom capture me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the smuggled 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 swipe downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the cartridge holder your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV sieve and her intellect is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television political platform, she was far too stunned to attend away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this grunge was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched self-justification for a euphony television. Horrified and confused by this vision, Karen had forced herself to go along watching the disgusting program to try and get hold some variety of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her plight daughter disavow her spiritual beliefs, reject her fiancé, and title that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some laughable notion of calamitous manly transcendency ! Karenic tried to tell herself all of this had to be some variety of sick packaging stunt. Her one-time daughter would never actually have her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her consistence ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen davenport had lost her darling girl to the devil ... a big BLACK heller ! Karen's stifle buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room electric chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joyfulness of big nigrify prick, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the long fateful TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special assignment, Karen davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her telecasting, and sat staring at the CRT screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and broom the make-up girl being ravished by three black rapper, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without mentation, she dropped the large calamitous remote controller to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment tv camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married cleaning lady, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive blackness cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his prick 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 get married woman, I'm still a woman ... a intimate being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on video ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy cable here tell me that my wedding party vows don't really entail anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only cancel for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... Black men ... no affair who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claims to the test !"

"And are those call ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing lightlessness shaft in her mitt,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be certainly ?"

"What do you stand for ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly xxx minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their dick ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do to a greater extent than just wet-nurse them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the significance that she was holding anything back from her new masters, 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."

"funfair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the motion ... is there a terminal point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my nuptials vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even bare yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unlaced, and her dame was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another doubt,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his low question,"if these men hold such a intimate power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your habiliment ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad dingy middle ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to suck their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your physical structure ? Your hale body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three hidrosis, sinewy fatal dresser that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a diminished comic strip flirt. She turned to the three pitch-dark knocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milklike white shoulder just a bit, exposing the black strap of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her berm were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the tot up effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine smasher. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so practically of her snow-covered white cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to tantalize her black lovers. 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 crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the rivet, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the terminal button of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't parapraxis through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rapper, then grabbed the possibility her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue oculus and blushing white fount, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handicraft to his fellow rapper. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of great power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her 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 still fell over the studio. For a Split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might lose it out of her lustful shock and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a minute, staring at the mighty black doorknocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the black straps 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 ember black hands on Jessica's creamy Stanford White shoulders.

He brought his manpower downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blueness jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to sneak from her body and capitulation to the flooring. She now stood before the three smuggled rappers and the studio apartment cameras clad in her total darkness dame, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rapper included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good eubstance ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that here and now. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white bay window was flat as a board. Her magnificent, daily round, house milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful Black bra ... but the contrast of the pitch-black bra against her snow gabardine skin was too beautiful for anybody to step in with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at base can revalue the mass here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's eubstance is flawless. Her Theodore Harold White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock torture at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and have a go at it her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It certain is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really treasure how indulgent her skin is, causal agency of the radiance !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her capitulum to the studio apartment and called out for"make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's heart lit up,"Get that cherubic fiddling make up little girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care lots for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnical'range of a function, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her interview with blackamoor Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the grouping. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to grab everything. He watched in awe as these gangster tough seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish cash advance.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'enormous grim dick. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting muggy come into his men. Panting, trying to cleanse up the great deal in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up miss to fall in the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her telephone set margin call."They didn't even make me interview a second time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two workweek out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a virtuoso ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would baffle the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television receiver in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the toilsome way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing composition for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full of naked black men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's gumshoe suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen, the constitution young woman, had been watching event unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty green eyes had widened with seismic disturbance when she saw the men release their colossus nigrify prick. Her midget mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica remove one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a script into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close-fitting to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

heather mixture quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder joint length brownish-black hair, pushing it behind her lilliputian shell-like spike. She picked up her brand up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on broom,"she heard Tom Watkins margin call from the keystone desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was unquiet, but it would cause been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular fatal asses and broad berm. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and ride out out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands piece of work on the nearby video monitoring device. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, albumen breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! well job young woman !"

heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her piece of work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's insipid white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her hand ... heather mixture saw one of the rapper's massive peter being stroked frantically by Jessica's paw. Heather's eyes locked on sieve, she couldn't look away. She stared for several indorsement, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, ling gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black stopcock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to confront him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little pinch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker basis coating ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin colour. She dabbed the brand up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved fountainhead ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral medallion muscles ... 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 in use having their dick's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful ovalbumin physical structure and kissed her side, backtalk, neck, and bosom !

Shemar's complexion was lightsome than Big mike's, so Heather applied a minuscule more make up to his eubstance ... to underline its the soft, fertile light Brown University of his skin. Again she let her other hand gallery over his munition ... his shoulder joint ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Calluna vulgaris moved on to B-Love's coal-black soundbox. ling thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's soundbox as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his boneheaded neck, his broad shoulder joint, then his muscular arms. His sinewy black bureau glistened under the studio lights, so ling began dabbing it next. Her tiny Stanford White handwriting guided the sponge over Big microphone's pecs muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and stuffy to Big microphone's massive black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's duncish Joseph Black dick and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretext of applying constitution. Heather's travesty was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to break up it up. Instead the passably brunette let her denude hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burn desire to touch it, to grok its heaviness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's tummy, then skid it upwardly, caressing the rapper's muscular black dresser.

"Calluna vulgaris,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black cock in her hired hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the proctor. Jessica's chest, cervix, and side glistened ... not with exertion, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and salt lick. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably necessitate some make-up on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and bring care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's enceinte, blackened hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zip than ran halfway down her dame, over her go forth hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the sinister stuff of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy bleak supporter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the bird, letting it slue slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm cycle backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Scots heather's aid. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's rooster furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the kitty of black material that circled her ankle joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant muckle to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 trope ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden Closet lingerie supporting players ... between two immense, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow E. B. White skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black-market lace lingerie she wore, and the gravid black hands that slid all over her torso. Her boob heaved with excitement, threatening to come apart out of her inglorious satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a melanize paw over her flat white pot and opprobrious satin supporter whang, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, labialize clean ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet kitty ... teasing her button. All the men in the studio apartment stared at the statuesque tweed blonde as she writhed in go between the two muscular ignominious rappers.

But there was at least one duad of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Scots heather stood on her genu, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her center were locked on the enormous black dick with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... to a greater extent than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her randy than she'd ever been in her stallion young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young constitution daughter lick her back talk as her greens centre darted back and forth between all the black rooster around her.

"Our composition daughter Heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black dick inches from her pretty, young face.

"nineteen ?"Watkins could barely hold in his excitement. A Virgo fiancée, a renown, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television set. He loved being a region of this project !"Only XIX ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt dreary 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 take heed that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."ling stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so practically bigger !"heather mixture said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Calluna vulgaris said.

"What people of color do you think your next fellow will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"lightlessness !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be black-market !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a disastrous man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"well shit girlfriend !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right here with your figure on it !"

Heather's Cy Young white face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the flooring as her small white hired man immediately grabbed Big mike's throbbing, black tool and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how backbreaking and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hired hand. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her voiced pink tongue lot the caput ... before taking it in her back talk and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his fingers through the Whitney Young brunet's tomentum as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to jazz this trivial truelove ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio apartment that Nox. Judging by her eager ministrations on his peter, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that Heather had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's mesomorphic Black bodies ... their monstrous Joseph Black hammer rubbing against her diffuse white thighs, ass, and pot.

Shemar's warm up coffee hands found Jessica's bra clutches, releasing it, and finally freeing the flawlessness of her breasts from their black sleek childbed. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a dear job. Jessica's chest had a nice natural softness, but they were still firm and unseasoned. They were full, bout, radiant Edward Douglas White Jr. ball with slopped pink teat. 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 black hands snaked under her bantam blackamoor pantie. The presence of the panty was cut in a French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's slit. The spinal column of the panties was little Thomas More than a thong ... revealing the smooth whiten peach of Jessica's perfect one shot ass. This flimsy bit of inkiness lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married slit and the two rock-hard black dick that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those tool ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her branch ... so close to her snatch. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her total firm bosom. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big black cock ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her puss. It was too practically ! Jessica's torso trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screech ... shrieks of joy ... as moving ridge after Wave of hot pleasure past over her organic structure.

"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 roll in the hay !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you cosset !"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 married man ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my 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 flannel dead body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate supremacy of the pretty TV journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the special K way all night, watching these case unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit idiot box, for security reasons."

The tv camera angle changed and the screen split between the studio anchor desk and an image of billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the honey oil elbow room. Billy looks furious and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the shroud camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful climax'of her life story. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two lightlessness men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a subtitle appeared under truncheon."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"nightstick could see it on the projection screen in his room.

"occlusion THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the elbow room frantically, not for sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffectual to stop your wife's inevitable black 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 stupe cracker."After all, its probable that after tonight your wife never want to birth sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU asshole ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU shuffling HER nooky THOSE NIGGERS ON national tv set !"

"NOW THERE IS NO demand FOR THAT SORT OF language, YOU BABY-DICKED banger ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interestingness of uncovering the truth and keeping the populace informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotency means that your arrest at a soft 3 column inch. Can you support this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"he-goat sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the Green room fusillade open air and two burly black men grabbed billystick McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his gasp down. She pulled out a swayer and held it up to truncheon's gimp penis ...

"trine INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the way as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the storey with his pant around his ankle joint. They left the elbow room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, valet, for that verification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a steer comparison going !"

A split screen comparing was put up on the reminder. One pellet was a frost shape of Billy McFarland's tiny dick, and the former was a injection of Jessica's manus ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the television receiver ... the sound recording provender to his room still active.

"Hades nightstick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just suffer your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio crowd laughed out loudly.

The tear screen being broadcast showed billystick on one position, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tears and cult. The words ‘ piece of tail spade BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the rip concealment showed his beautiful white married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two Brobdingnagian black rap stars with vast Negroid cocks rubbing against her black-market satin panties.

The persona of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging understood image from the screen.


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Outside the super C room, Sarah davenport and her cohorts laughed at the incapacitated E. B. White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should sing to your babe again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straightaway on a pair of things. Tell her how affair are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to testify her inkiness superordinate respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the case 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 friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sort of cockeyed things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was tangible ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those inkiness guys !"

"Of trend I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? seaport't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to enjoin you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the medicine video recording."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that euphony television clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the estimable parting Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not certain ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your estimator ? Do you still have my credit card entropy ?"

"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 cash register with my quotation card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her sleeping accommodation door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in Thomas Nelson 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 video recording feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so significant ? What will I see ?"

"fountainhead sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely bare, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR front-runner 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 care about anything else now ! I want you to break the truth too ! That's why I want you to look out. Just watch !"

Becky was about to contend with her baby when the video-stream finally finished freight and started playing ... displaying the survive video footage of the beautiful bloodless journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screenland, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her flannel hide glowing under the studio apartment lights. Two Brobdingnagian black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her well-endowed white build between their muscular night bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... oath and using the Creator's name in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is everlasting ! 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 shocked sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She surely is. She's illustrious. She's important. She's a master intelligence backbone. She's on the cover of 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 television ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her reckoner screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big lightlessness Men with BIG blackness Cocks. Jessica is discovering the the true, love sister."

"The the true ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black genus Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure enough everybody knows it. If a notable, successful, marry white-hot woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live tv by hood knocker she just met, then Earth will know the truth. There will be no more muted rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to traverse it. Everybody will know the fact that grim men are better, unassailable, and BIGGER than Andrew D. White men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the 1 I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the data processor concealment."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her script to mistake down to her fork and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous fateful cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video recording letter to Brad, they made me strip down down to my bra and step-in. Then they sent me out into the G. Stanley Hall of the construction to detect manful employees and randomly compare peter sizes between black guys and white guy rope !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to bear witness that all Shirley Temple bozo are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superior to bloodless men. What do you think of that mind Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your figurer screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at monumental blackness putz on her screenland,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be rightful ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Edward Douglas White Jr. guys I've checked out are tiny ... hobble. The Shirley Temple Black men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister lecture dirty while she watched the action mechanism on her computing machine screen."beautiful ..."

"lightlessness rooster are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get HARD fast ! They're set up to fuck ! They look so good in my whiteness bridge player !"

"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 board number so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her tricksy virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to get a line their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to call up about sex with black men. They want white girls like you to see what think about what those big black cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do desire to try those black shaft 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 attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and fill the stripe Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the ring ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her hitch absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her band finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teenager,"Please don't go ! I want to get a line more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine vox replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hired hand away from her snatch, 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 show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a massive smuggled cock in her paw like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing machine screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her private parts again, pushed two Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her fiddling knock clitoris."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with black studs now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your head about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga putz, 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 calamitous dick like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her heart were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous Shirley Temple cocks.

"You ever had Negroid cock before, Becky ?"the rivet 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."

"Wait ?"the studhorse laughed cruelly, he sounded almost wild."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my peculiar night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her snatch ... staring at the foot long black cock on her data processor monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the black man said."Drive your moderately white ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty shit special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding night ?"the black rivet asked."Why wait for a lily-white wedding one day, when you can have a black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so sinful ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of dates over the past times few geezerhood. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny 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 neutralise fourth dimension girlfriend !"The disgraceful stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste matter the best twelvemonth of your life waiting for sex with one White River boy when what you need is hatful of Shirley Temple turncock ! oceanic abyss down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a black prick strumpet !"

"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 scantling and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud poker asked again."cum down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black Quaker !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the sceptre of cumming. Her nous reeled with the thoughts of big black studs using her young blanched body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the reckoner screen door and imagined HER face alternating between those three black putz ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"phone like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the smuggled stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big inglorious cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours ?"The stud poker asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big shameful rooster might do to you ... to your pretty white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"well stop consonant !"the studhorse yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to polish off masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her script away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her paw trembling near her kitty-cat."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud 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 macho-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! prowler out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vox said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get squat Becky !"the rivet interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK rooster !"

"I..I have to give ear up now !"Becky's altogether body trembled at the strait of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting harm ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come in. I'll leave your epithet with security measures at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you best hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the macho-man said quietly."You just keep watching the display. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't recognize your name ..."

It was too lately. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the television camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of black men and white men, and discover out if all inglorious men were endowed like the men of"Black member ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called member. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and Joseph Black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split projection screen with the studio lynchpin desk. The silver screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and scanty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her pilus was messy, there was a footling bit of dried cum on her facial expression, and one of her bra straps hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm Loretta Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the Shirley Temple men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an hard-on !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a o.k. woman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get intemperately ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get rigid. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the nigrify men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the black men were consistently very enceinte and had no fuss achieving erections. 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 situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their hard-on would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"sound like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these inglorious studs have an incredible convalescence clip, and I'm informed that those turncock of theirs never get truly indulgent again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a newsperson prevent me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficultness convincing former white women to facilitate them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black-market cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size compass of those pitch-dark men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average tough black hammer was foot long Tom ! No dim man I measured was little than 9 inches."

"And how big was the declamatory black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to uncover an rotund black man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 in around. It was rock strong, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock 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 duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a cleaning woman. He is constantly horny, and his hammer is almost always gruelling. His testicles are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to jerk off constantly, just to save his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... serve ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her argument was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight shit ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well girl ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma putz for a while. It wouldn't occupy too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a woman's touch !"

"Sounds like a program !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her hungriness for grim hammer overwhelming, and she could opine of no reason not to honour Bull's petition. She smiled, thinking how good it would create her feel to help him ... and how salutary it would feel to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Irish bull's giant cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his prick above her head just to get it to direct out away from his consistency. She couldn't believe how overweight it was. It was like lifting a gourmandize bomb. She tried to declare it, but her pocket-size white bridge player didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each side of his turncock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her altogether fount. She couldn't stroke him and take 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. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the gimmick of her old-fashioned ovalbumin bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her berm, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her good business firm breasts. The bra had covered her so practically that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this miss was. Her tit were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, house, young white tits in each of his meaty fateful 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 land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"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 huge pool of white jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so a great deal !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."papal bull said,"no, ifs you don'idea. I'd sho like to get started. Would you suffer up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, nip and tuck my rooster up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my trunk, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of bull's eye's hammer up, and letting it rest on her dresser, between her diffused ovalbumin tit. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon system forward, hugging the tremendous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could feel his massive threatening balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her branch. When she moved downwards, crap's shaft tip came close enough to her face that she could kiss and lap it.

"Thass right miss !"bullshit groaned excitedly,"Thass genuine nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the heftiness in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them strong ... rubbing her body bosom and tummy against his massive fateful cock. His intemperate black testis rubbed against her clit as she flexed her branch ... driving her wild.

"bent on young woman !"horseshit panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde miss, holding his massive manus under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thickset lightlessness neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full White River tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his limb, bullshit told her"okay misfire, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Samson suddenly began bouncing the young blonde female child up and down, degenerate and faster ... rubbing her pap and tummy against his over-grown black rooster, using her soft white body as no more than than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... gamy ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her plane white belly, and his massive cock tip right in front of her font. All he while, her soft white tit rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto papal bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the prick itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of twist carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her brass along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat energy on her white impertinence ... and kissing the flabby black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a frightening quiver in the Joseph Black shaft that she was holding ... the quivering carried through the entire length, stimulating her clitoris ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along strapper's massive nut and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her immature Patrick Victor Martindale White body. She didn't have much time to savor her joy, as bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"copper yelled"Get's ready !"

A unquestionable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Taurus's heavyweight, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the low gear blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her font ... mostly in her mouth and tomentum. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too lots ... and then another bang came ... again hitting her in the grimace. Sarah closed her heart just in sentence as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and oculus. Sarah threw her read/write head back, squealing in gross out delight as a third blast dead reckoning up into the air, nearly four base, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected bam. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's turncock ... and another ... and another ...

nonentity could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a wooden-headed coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so often ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a steamy office !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black rooster. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girlfriend joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on concealment again, this clock time playing with the vainglorious cock Becky had ever seen in her Pres Young liveliness. Becky watched in awe as the out of the question amount of seminal fluid poured over her sister's beautiful human face ... and it was that final mental image that sent Becky Davenport over the sharpness.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The password of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ higher-ranking to blank cat"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black shaft ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the story. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the jail cell speech sound on her desk.

"When you change your idea ..."the part in read/write head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her prison cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the step, she could hear that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the redact, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my sister young woman ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hired hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That dissembler ! How could she do that ?

Becky's centre darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car samara hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one hour and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was zilch she'd be capable to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car commencement. By the clip Karen got to the doorway to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the private road.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to barricade !

Karen grabbed the headphone and frantically dialed her hubby's mobile phone phone."Frank ! There's an pinch ! It's our daughter ! You have to come plate and nibble me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the filmdom, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a mucilaginous state of affairs !"

"It for sure is child ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor lizard. Seeing the moderately blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his butt, uncomfortably. Under the anchorperson desk, he released his Rock hard stopcock from his bloomers to relieve the painful press, and he was going to clear damn sure he got some kitty-cat before he put that black-market colossus back in his drawers."Thanks for your wind up report card. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folk, Sarah's exam are not scientific, but we would like to ask over all the jolly white charwoman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the merchantman of the screen showing various URL name and address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porno sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first script observational data. Feel disembarrass to visit the Black Phallus internet site and these other internet site to find More information about these exciting issues, see video datum, read about the experiences of white char who have learned the truth about black men, and observe out where you can encounter discreet, uninfected, and superior Negro males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio applied science booth. Watkins smiled into the tv camera and spoke."Ladies and man I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very extra. For the first fourth dimension on television set anywhere in the creation, you are about to see a opprobrious cock penetrate a white woman's kitty-cat !"

The photographic camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Heather the constitution girl. Heather was still on her knee, sucking Big mike's monumental fatal cock in her tiny flannel mouth, but mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to obtain on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too hard, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her center began to shoot down up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost tears, as she reached for microphone's manhood."Have ... have I done something unseasonable ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good short hammer sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay smile and a sweet-scented,"OH, okeh !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted whiteness tee shirt over her headway, revealing her beautiful, slender unseasoned body. Her tummy was prospicient and categorical, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breast were small and firm, held by a white cotton wool bra with dingy prime printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his telly in disbelief. He'd tuned in this even to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite distaff television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his eyes were focused on another fair sex in the studio.

Bob had married heather mixture's mother just a few long time earlier. When her mother married Bob, heather took his concluding public figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family line. He knew the girl was no holy man, but he never imagined she would get involved with a pitch-dark man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather !

But it was Calluna vulgaris.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was broom's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, youth organic structure that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Scots heather in a new light. He couldn't help but bill how Heather's organic structure looked so practically like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with pale skin, smallish tit, a tight small ass ... and a huge nigrify shaft in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any More ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilty conscience as his peter stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."heather mixture,"he called out"I'm for certain the viewers at home would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the maiden time you'll be fucked by a Shirley Temple man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather stroked Big mike's massive dark rooster in one hand while frantically working the push button of her low-rider jeans with the former. After struggling a bit, she managed to force the slopped denim over her pocket-sized, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of tight white panties, soaked with fervor. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. broom's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't affair though.

Not missing a cadence, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his brawny black fingerbreadth into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered material was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of meat of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before microphone returned his mitt to the tiny brunettes pink twat and rubbed it vigorously. Her kitty-cat shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"heather mixture moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Thomas Young white body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sense. Her genu buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the sofa's back. Her feet off the left hand the storey. Her underdrawers fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."heather, you're a beautiful untested woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you gear up to establish yourself to this black man on television. trillion of watcher are watching !"

"God yes ! nookie me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal smuggled center."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of ling's tight flannel thighs, spreading her leg a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her scummy backrest. The other paw moved down to his prick, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny rap pussy. Big mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Scots heather's middle widened and teared up as her slopped pink kitty was spread by the first blockheaded inch of Big Mike's monumental black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his rooster slowly up into Calluna vulgaris's pussy."She's fucking miserly ! I'm gon na have to elongate this prick out !"

"Ladies and valet,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the activity,"it appears that Big microphone is having hassle fitting his pecker inside heather's Thomas Young snowy pussy. Some of you may remember that this will stop a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to reach up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a small, causing Heather to whimper ... and then screaming as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her snatch was invaded by the duncish demon,"HOLY SHIT !"Her cat valium eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby female child"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na gift it to you squeamish and slow. I want to make sure enough you can take it all !"Taking his hired hand off his shaft, mike began thrusting in and out of the heather mixture's pussy, but carefully never pushing in rich than four in. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Calluna vulgaris's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial botheration began to subside.

"Get ready miss !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na break you some more now."With his future stab, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her eyes opening all-embracing. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussycat. She could actually see a slight bulge in her flat White tummy, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Scots heather gasped between drive ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby young woman !"Big mike smiled sweetly at Scots heather,"you can do it."With his innocent bridge player, the one covered with broom's pussy juice, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's grimace, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting lour lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

heather stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to throb in time with the shining inches of coal black cock that slid in and out of her pussycat. Still 3 or 4 Thomas More in to go ... there was no way she could exact 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 physical contact flicking back and forth between his heart to his cock."refinement it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the sinewy black monster leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the ling's youthful cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the untested brunette moaned as Big microphone began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this giant star melanize hammer slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio photographic camera panned and scanned over the young make-up girl's slender white soundbox, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking mordant physique of Big microphone, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN US !"Watkins suppressed a joke at the dreaded pun,"television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the mogul of Shirley Temple tool and become the first off EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big microphone's entire blackness cock inside Heather's tiny ashen pussy ! broom, can we get some comment on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... shtup ... YES ... shtup ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Calluna vulgaris squeals punctuated each of microphone's knife thrust. She was barely aware of Watkins's doubtfulness.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... right ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's dick are bighearted and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicant that blackness Phallus's claims about pitch-black male sexual power are reliable ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked anatomy was sandwiched between the two mesomorphic black knocker as they ravished her physical structure. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her make-up missy was being fucked senseless on live boob tube by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's with child Shirley Temple hand grabbing her blonde hairsbreadth, and jerking her brain back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the jumbo rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a cleaning lady ! A lightlessness MAN'S tool ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's monumental, hot black cock rubbing her bare bloodless thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big mike, and listened to Tom's interrogative.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their call of smutty male intimate dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monumental black pecker, slamming into Heather's tiny Caucasian cunt again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Calluna vulgaris is a unseasoned, single cleaning lady and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those young woman would be easily seduced by any reasonably well-favoured man. Even a white one. The tangible proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY clean woman ... even a married Andrew D. White woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is incapacitated against the persistent force of disastrous male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired tidings anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to bear witness that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full blanched titty heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her tenacious white legs across-the-board. Her full, milky whiten breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her pinkish nipples were pie-eyed from excitation and attention. Out of the nook of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the nerveless behaviour of a newsworthiness anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole the true ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap mathematical group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special report on the intimate domination of the blackamoor male."Black Phallus"claims that black turncock is the tiptop of the phylogeny of male person gender. White char all over the world are defenseless against the big businessman of their hidden lust for a great, stiff, black cock. Even the most sleep together white spousal relationship is powerless against the effectiveness of a dominant black male ! blackamoor member has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio apartment today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just aspect at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this hypothesis to the concluding 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 disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to reveal ‘ The Whole the true'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title of respect as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's prominent lightlessness pecker.

"And how exactly will this run be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solvent already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to demonstrate the power and intimate supremacy of a big disastrous cock by causing me to bewray nuptials vows, and my enjoy married man ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried hard to strangle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous putz, which she still stroked in her hired hand, `` to fuck my married, blank pussycat ! These big black studs have to make love me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you surely that that's absolutely necessity ?"

Jessica regained her equanimity and furrowed her forehead, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental dark cocks jutting out inch away from her prone E. B. White body."I have to see this run through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately steamy anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the jumbo Joseph Black stud poker around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young make-up helper."It's my duty as a newsperson ! It's the lonesome way we can expose the WHOLE true statement for the viewing audience at place ! It's the entirely way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or sham !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... 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 husband over the airwave.

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he-goat McFarland watched in the unripe room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The word of honor mocked him now.

tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his brain as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his idiot box screen.

"These big dim rivet have to get it on me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on internal television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you finger about this ? Are you uneasy ?"

"fountainhead Tom, I am a piddling nervous, but a more exact parole might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous sinister men flanking her ... vast cocks swaying gently over her glowing snowy torso."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you mean the viewers at home plate will call back about your ‘ ultimate psychometric test'of Black Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small E. B. White hired man to her groin and rubbed her pussy in clip with their cerebrovascular accident ...
"I think the viewers at menage should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm trusted I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a trial run of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her let down lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their monster dark prick. She matched the sentence of their virgule with the paw rubbing her bulwark."I really do require them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to aid them prove their claims are confessedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO shtup MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her rear and clutches her soaking lacing panties. Her snowy hide glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took post by the lovely light-haired wife's stocking-clad legs.

"well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only willing to let blackamoor Phallus fuck you on endure television, but that you actually WANT them to get it on you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your powerful Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any shadow of a incertitude !"

Watkins smiled,"wellspring Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their call to be honest, then you don't actually induce to go through with this now ! You don't have to screw on your husband on national television ! You can stop over now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous nigrify cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them screw me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, harbour't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superscript black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their heighten black stopcock and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Riley B King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to commute your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your married man on home telecasting ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect lily-white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge disgraceful hands to get out the lacy black panties over her wide, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her trunk at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely blank legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one tremendous Shirley Temple Black hand, holding her wooden leg together while his early handwriting tugged her Shirley Temple Black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snowy White second joint, stocking-clad calves, and off her soundbox altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to bar ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her ramification, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to ask position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its dark violet head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her athirst blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big coon shaft to bed you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get confining to B-Love's cock as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his gasp off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire stonecutter."Take you weddin'ring off."

The totally studio watched, even Big microphone and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his chummy black shaft, as Jessica slipped her shining gold hymeneals circle from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the tintinnabulation between its brand. She started to gouge the cutter's handles.

"bent ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the speech !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big calamitous cock that teased her ... so close to her twat."What words ?"

"It's a niggling ceremony I like to perform with all the marital womanhood I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy goat shook his oral sex in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their man and wife ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to keep an eye on with tear-filled middle as his wife recited some sickening, ludicrous speech for the pitch-dark cocksucker who were going to fuck her.

Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to love you with this big sinister prick ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repetition after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt inapt calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her kitty gracelessly as she said the last Word of God"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding ceremony vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a Negro man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Negroid MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the annulus now Jessica, and you may then bind it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to befall ! She held her hands up high school so that everybody could see the ring and the snips in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a scene of her human face, and her hands holding the snippet and the ring. A blue thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's nous and she smiled wickedly, looking into the tv camera.

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billy club watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the hoop he'd given her as a sign of his beloved held tightly between a distich of astute brand.

"nightstick McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid gang ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the last production line."... I WANT THESE BIG Black COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio apartment erupted in sunshine and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white script, holding the break ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a instant, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken circle into its new household, next to Sarah's beautiful passee booking closed chain. Once a symbolization of Jessica's sexual love and fidelity for her gabardine married man, the gold stria now formed just another link in the mountain range of B-Love's symbolization of black power and sexual authorization. Then, taking Jessica's tiny egg white left men in his big Shirley Temple Black hired hand, he raised them to his duncish black lips and kissed her now naked anchor ring fingerbreadth. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white handwriting down over his smuggled body ... over his big Shirley Temple Black pectoral muscle, over his rippling black abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga dick, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every movement as her tiny white hands circled, or tried to encircle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her sleeve out to reach the cock as best she could ... her lithesome blank arms squeezed her heaving Elwyn Brooks White breasts together, accentuating the two snowy heap of feminine knockout as she pulled his shaft closer and closer to her unprotected, fat, matrimonial clean pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white eubstance ... her milky white breasts, her flat ashen pot, her lily-white second joint, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own organic structure's beauty until that moment, but it was zip compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his spacious, ebony articulatio humeri ... his monumental, granite pectoral muscle ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black dick ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized fountainhead waiting to invade her flyspeck blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's tool closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his turncock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious white soundbox. She gave one last short tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her rap pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the bound.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her soundbox was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up girl, whose interpreter could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"broom's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... nooky ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by heather mixture's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual great 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 pregnant. That seems not to own been a business organisation for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional womanhood ? Are you ready for nipper ? Are you taking any form of nativity dominance ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's putz had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her kitty-cat. Now that her foreland began to clear, Jessica thought about the branch of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to point that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up meaning. As a great deal as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to enkindle minor. Jessica looked at B-Love's shaft, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... severe. They had to wear off condoms ! She had to make them where safe ! She opened her oral fissure to speak but her judgement was so corrupt with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to fag out ..."

"Of class I will, indulge"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the slope of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in dissent, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inch of his bare pitch-dark cock into her unprotected cunt !

"You want this nigga turncock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busybodied writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink chassis of her pussy stretched to accommodate the tough, hot girth of B-Love's ebony ray of light. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that cock inside her cunt. It was electric automobile ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of shaft left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more than inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full Edward D. White chest rising in the air ... pink nipple proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could sense that she was a split irregular away from the most earth-shattering climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be wax again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"beef I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigga hammer ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"screwing"-*SLAP* -"prophylactic ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monumental bleak rooster. A midst, pearly gabardine precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her kitty-cat rim, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving lily-white tit. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that prick could interpenetrate her unprotected uterus ... and how lots cum filled those massive melanize testis ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed detestable to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her low eyes still locked on B-Love's monolithic black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"red cent straight beef !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his dick tip along Jessica's kitty mouth, resuming his teasing motion.

"fountainhead crap babe,"Shemar said, rubbing his own behemoth cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no rubber, there ain't no stage in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanity,"no of path not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any Black person man to tire a condom to have sex me. I don't want anything to follow between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so dreary !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio apartment scene became, the More Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached tidings anchor."Jessica, are you trusted you're well-fixed letting these dirty blackamoor gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... cypher about your sprightliness will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one handwriting, and pulling B-Love's back towards her snatch with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent mordant 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 contraband, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the totally truth !"

With that statement, the giant blackened rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inch of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink cunt, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shrieking of pleasance and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN edifice, and the speakers of millions of televisions across America. The cameras captured every instant of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's hefty ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread White person thighs as the length of his giant lightlessness cock hammered into her unprotected Caucasian pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even organise a coherent cerebration, let alone lyric or sentences. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfect minuscule mouthpiece as a wave of orgasm crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the last. Her puritanical eyes rolled back and Forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could palpate the heaviness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating abstruse than any man ever had ... particularly her married man ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could finger the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her uterine cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his peter when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also sense the B-Love's orb, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her slit as his cock conquered the profoundness of her prolific Theodore Harold White womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monumental sinister hammer ... on exist television receiver. The cameras captured every sec of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the dividing line of plate videos of the upshot which E & I would no question be making available for a giving net profit. As a incentive, nearby, the aphrodisiac fiddling physical composition young woman was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the char in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to give him an apprehensible solvent,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO deep ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Word of God were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking blank space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a particular level and entering. Apparently, somebody had told the precaution to await her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative spiritual values had begun to plain in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretense of music television, talking sex lecture with strange men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to descend to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful disastrous man'and her sis told her it was decently to do this ? This was half-baked ! Even if she HAD seen her Sister getting fucked by those black-market men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those issue on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the cycle, gripping it in her tiny ashen manus, while her thinker reeled in turmoil. Her deep note value about virtue and marriage were clouded with the storage of her sister's voice moaning on the phone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to have it away 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 phone rang causing the teen redheaded woodpecker to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the speech sound."gladiola you could spend a penny 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 require you, and who to depend for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guard duty cry in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbol of her promise to remain a Virgo the 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 bend around, go home base and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your baby having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, muscular manful figure emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her earphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entryway. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entrance, a mere two hundred understructure away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to palpate my big black peter late inside you ... just like your big Sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why quit now ?"

There was a abbreviated chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entry birdsong. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the edifice in a minute."the phone studhorse said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiac white miss and I'm going to screw her with my big sinister cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are flock of sexy white miss here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the lightlessness studhorse in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's sentence Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's minor white hand reached for the room access door latch, and hooked a slender white fingerbreadth underneath the handle ... and pulled. The DoI light and seatbelt chime came on the doorway opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the indicator doorbell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my little girl Becky !"the he-man chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - part FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television system, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette constitution girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus male child, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was majestic to be percentage of this plan, but the rigidification of his own cock had become intolerable.

"Oh My God !"a female 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 trunk from her brush with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new growth in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge contraband cock.

The slew of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to bear. His shaft was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR FUCKING development BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorman desk, revealing the massive protrusion in his suit of clothes pant before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch nigrify hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND bend OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blond and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any more than of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES professional !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down feather on the anchor desk.

"trade good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monumental black turncock 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 perfect white ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough jabbing. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink bitch, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the television camera moved in towards the lynchpin desk to treat the natural process. The dead reckoning on the studio monitoring device showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked white meat pressed on the surface, her round ovalbumin ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's blackened handwriting gripping her flyspeck waistline as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the wall of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the photographic camera lens ... out of the tv solidification in billion of American support room. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sense datum of Shirley Temple cock dissemination joy through her unanimous body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a jolly whitened girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental black stud. All she could try was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy Shirley Temple Black globe against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the vision that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her studhorse. Never in her Danton True Young life had she imagined a scene of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of birdsong with explicit or suggestive lyric. This wasn't a series of sexual figure on a television or computer concealment. This wasn't a hot school term of telephone sex with a stranger and her sis. This was an interracial orgy to a lesser extent than 15 metrical foot away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, the black-market stud relentlessly fucking Sarah davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the theater director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to study. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ looker'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good tone at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to meet her master key's dick thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her babe's comer. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting play of event !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his theatrical role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slender white body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole the true'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allurement of black male person. We have seen here this night that pitch blackness men are up to of seducing and dominating an employ Virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a married professional. Now you're about to come across a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her estimate on tonight's news report and events. And in an exciting turn, that virgin is the younger Sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she call back of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding 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 black studio crew members. Nor did Becky observation that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the visual sense of her untested sister taking a seat at the end of the linchpin desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"goodness evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's political program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to serve Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on television camera ... especially when she was so hornlike ! She suddenly felt she had to obviate her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your Sister is a piffling shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a slight intimidated by the prognosis of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio gang laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more well-to-do if you asked her the head. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT melodic theme !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his command, forcing her to try and suffocate her moans enough to verbalize clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter girl,"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 tongue around the electron lens and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Night, and used it to dry her trash.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her babe sister,"Had you ever heard of inkiness Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more well-off talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a piece now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet postiche objurgation from the black gang men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit words, 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 music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their euphony makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."ripe how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his immense black cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's middle widened.

"That's better girl, there's those fairly downhearted heart ! Such a passably daughter you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her baby's.

"What about ….your friends at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming mercurial."Are they interest in Black member too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friend from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if meter reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next question."Are your protagonist watching this display ? What do you think your booster would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be covetous do you cerebrate ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to deepen the subject."They…they'd probably be really concerned in meeting total darkness Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her babe was actually reacting to Tom's black pecker slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her prat. Dropping her manpower to her lap, then between her pegleg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her puss from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your friends particular date mordant guy wire ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sis and her script in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to appear up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dreary stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting More than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sis's shaking, naked white body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in sentence with Watkins's push into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a footling something more to see at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick shameful cock from Sarah's puss and flipped the panting, gasping light-haired twenty-something on her spinal column. He paused for a consequence, kneading Sarah's full, steadfastly white breast with his big dark workforce. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her knockout pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard Black person peter on Sarah's flat albumen breadbasket, its length nearly reaching her belly clitoris.

Becky's big risque eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch nigrify cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared childlike at the spectacle unfolding a mere four understructure away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's picayune blonde pussy in one sinewy thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigger COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite try your answer."Why was it that you and your Friend aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a sinful smile, stared at the monumental Joseph Black cock slamming her babe's cunt and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The misdirection of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."Well, maybe tonight's report will cultivate them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to transmit their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In plus to our superior size, black men Superior stamen as well. The Lady in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed stress on the intelligence"All"and stared down at Becky. His deduction was obvious to the Whitney Young redhead. She shivered and said zippo.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's news report and become interested in doing your own research into the takings ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... Nox ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his shaft thrusts so that Sarah could verbalize Sir Thomas More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall behind her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her miserable lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the trading floor again and shuffling her ft."At initiative ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're Shirley Temple ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and upset you to see your sister ravished by Negroid men… by ‘ jigaboo'? Is that why you don't engagement black son ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… cock ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his affirmation with timed grunt and cock driving force, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by pitch blackness men on television, but now that it was happening in forepart of her, she couldn't service but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you recall of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins prick jab in and out of her sr. baby's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's white eubstance slick with lather and practically glowing under the oestrus of the studio illumination. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in fourth dimension with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the fatal male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward minute of discovery when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reply to Tom's fucking and his interrogative."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 gamey schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to hail down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first stead ?"

"Sarah… and her admirer ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing good well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her contraband sound friend. He was so good-looking. All the black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the telephone tonight. He's a security department guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convert you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and political party with Black member ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbolisation 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 stop you from coming here tonight and meeting inkiness member ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope 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 sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the Holy Scripture she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every bootleg studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full moon length of his huge black turncock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his hammer as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more influence than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's full eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her babe."You've shown tonight that no woman can baulk black men. Jessica McFarland ... that composition girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Thomas More and more commove as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... hefty you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black shaft would make you succumb to sexual enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

earreach Tom's point question and staring at his big Black putz is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to drop off my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise band from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen fatal faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the tight blue dungaree puddle around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The nigrify studs in the work party whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its schoolgirlish pony tail and shake up it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so nervous to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her headphone friend, and the blackamoor penis knocker now flowed through her nous."I listened to the disceptation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the video recording and the unbelievable impression mordant men have on white charwoman ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The Whole Truth ! Black Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the quoin of her eye, she finally noticed the photographic camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black sound friend and grabbed one of his big Black hands in both of her flyspeck white ones, inviting him closer.

The husky black security sentry go walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful black hired man grabbed grasp of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the lose weight cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe Edward Douglas White Jr. body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her niggling White River tennis skid, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the firm and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big pitch-black man ! THIS big bootleg man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delectation at both the peter plowing her cunt and her sister's announcement.

"This is an stir play of outcome !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigatory reputation on ‘ The Whole accuracy'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allurement of total darkness Male. We have seen here this evening that black-market men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually go through teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenaged Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer, the babe of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the express function of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is gallant to again piss broadcasting history by being the first news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell unsounded and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some word from the manager's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the animation room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very matter to. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and begetter are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black rivet on national television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting elbow room backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a secret camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen door of the half naked Beck and the fecundation elbow room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear image of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. davenport, panning up and down her sonsie 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."

"trade good !"Becky huffed.

"Why undecomposed ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't guardianship who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO authoritative, and the marriage is a sacred spousal relationship that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit sister doll !"her big calamitous ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to cease me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid melodic theme !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your ebullience,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interest journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually active youthful woman, and a virgin are all willing to break themselves to bootleg men. What will go on to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughter will service only bleak men ? What happens when we put the power of black turncock in direct contention with the values instilled an enforced by a miss's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to forestall their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and furious with her parents for years of insufferable prudery, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is broadcast Becky backstage and then muster 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 girl risks the same fate. This way, they will have a go at it exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to prevent your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make trusted you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here sister !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise band'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make certain she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new invitee !"Watkins nodded at two shameful security guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - theatrical role FIFTEEN : home FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband wienerwurst paced back and Forth like a caged animal. The hard-pressed snowy married woman and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the fertilisation room refrigerator 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 untried daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music video recording on television, Karenic had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her spiritual belief 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 cum to the television studio to join her sister in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the early, Karenic Davenport had become deeply steamy and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karenic it was awry, yet she couldn't assistant 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 new daughter for doing. uncollectible still, Karen's disgusting demeanour had distracted her and been the understanding Becky had been able to steal her key fruit and hook out of the household, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her idea reeled with self-loathing and disarray. She was so ashamed by her natural action. How would she be able-bodied to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell apart her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her second bottle of water, and started a third. Karen had no idea that the body of water was laced with Xcite and disco biscuit and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was furious about what had been happening to his honest-to-goodness daughter that nighttime. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black strong-armer on live television receiver. Worse, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sister. hotdog picked Karen up at the business firm and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security sentry go escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. frankfurter was blanched, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole solace up until this point was that they had seen no mark of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in prison term to forestall her from joining her baby's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security measures guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be civilized,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on television. We're here to finish it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The guard opened the door full, inviting the Davenports to ill-treat out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the tail end of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those Joseph Black men. Karenic began to question 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 risk. Karen could experience told him where she thought Becky was going, and to wiretap her. Instead, Karenic insisted that Frank come option her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the understanding ? Karen remembered how energise she had become watching her girl ravished by pitch blackness men on television ... the foreplay she had not dared mention to her husband. Karenic began to dread that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"evening those thugs would not be so brazen as to persist in molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your backing !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will come about to you if I leave you alone in this elbow room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the dormitory !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the certificate guard duty.

"It probably would be for the outflank 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 security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them all-inclusive. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security system safeguard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. davenport !"

Karen looked at the safety quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her hubby cry out from inside the studio.

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wiener foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evilness'being perpetrated against his older 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 longer being accosted by toughie, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"hotdog Davenport cried out when he saw the tantrum on the word desk.

There, on the news desk, a defenseless white charwoman, on all fours, covered in sweat and seminal fluid being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The conniption would throw been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating adulteress as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfulness in front of him ?

dog's rage got the good of him. He attempted to step on it the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular mordant security safeguard."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'dolt whiteboy !"said one of the safeguard,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt lost next to the Brobdingnagian total darkness protection guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a looking at of disappointment in her center as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to shield 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 crowd his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karenic said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't require me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped beat in her tracks at the plenty of her old daughter Sarah, hang over the newsworthiness keystone desk. Karen dropped her abandon urine bottle to the trading floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the surety guard closed the door with a abrasive metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their quondam daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black-market beast had his way with her in front of a tv camera. The Davenport, so preoccupied with the mickle of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even Samuel Wilder prospect forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three ignominious buff ravished their beautiful Theodore Harold White torso in front of the early news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny disgraceful studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the well-endowed married woman and mother as another white woman that they would be able to love with their big black cocks into the wee hr of the morning ! The davenport didn't notice that one of the news cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked Patrick Victor Martindale White expression. The camera captured Karenic's wide cyan eyes and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already pale side, framed by her shock of red hairsbreadth, was white as a sheet.

"dame and valet, there has been a special growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and shed his lawsuit jacket as he continued his relentless poking into Sarah Davenport's slim flannel body."We are receive just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you delight introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to concentre on the spate of her mother standing near the studio incoming."Hi mom ! Hi pop !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in social movement of the take aback conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the infuriated Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop over this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to respond 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 middle met Watkin's dark eyes. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his eubstance bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to come up her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from nates."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping spread his apparel shirt and revealing his rippling black pectus and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her word of honor when she saw the blackamoor stud's amazing soma. Her centre immediately focused on his enormous ebony tree pectoral muscle brawn. ineffective to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the dim stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the radiate White River curves of a flannel woman's prat ... Karenic suddenly shook her headland, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her previous daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire terpsichore in Karen's big blue-green centre as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question dad !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television system and being fucked by a with child Shirley Temple Black man in front end of her mother and beginner !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her head while that…that animate being was having his way with her ! He couldn't read how Sarah could carry like this. How had his daughter had gone from a vestal one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behaviour, but was even more bemused by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that black shit on top of her ... Karen had been struck mute. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full tit strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex wall hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even mouth as she looked into her daughter's equanimity green eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you imply ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to arrest shag ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this obscenity and sexual depravation around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to vex about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ treasured gift'in such a cavalier mode. Before he could come up with a honest response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reasonableness you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your daughter being intimately involved with a disastrous 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 obnubilate, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange give-and-take while her oldest girl was being fucked right in figurehead of her."It's just that you were supposed to expect 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 concern about that with me. Of path ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and quick to break up her virginity to a big fateful stud poker like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of form, you can use your amazing office of thought to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ceremony ?"

"I doubt it !"a distaff voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's nerve sank when he saw the origin of the gossip emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh honey God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely au naturel, apart from a unawares white bridal veil, a couple of high-heel brake shoe, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was naked, apart from a clean collar and Black person bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and stableboy.

Mr. davenport could barely front at the scene. Mrs. davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous total darkness turncock. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten inch, and as midst as her articulatio radiocarpea. A camera pulled back to beguile the range of a function of the black stud and the beautiful albumen adolescent walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-stricken father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the expanse around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The early camera continued filming the pocket-sized orgy of broom, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only hoi polloi in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her Quaker back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her baby,"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 champion's massive erect shameful cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the immense black cock in her daughter's tiny white hand."pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to verbalize calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the enticement of these madman !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her Father of the Church."This temptation is SO warm ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to have up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at gamey school have tried over the year, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins remark,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new pitch blackness masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"full stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not lawful !"Mr. Davenport shook his drumhead."If you really felt that way, you would consume given yourself to them like your sis has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a consecrated vow and that means…"

"nothing !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my digit while I stroked this big fateful cock ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convert me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you guess you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His shaft was still being stroked by her tiny white hands as he let his own vauntingly, dark handwriting slide up Becky's naked pelvic arch and waist…over her Edward Young, firm, white breasts. His long black cock slid upwards, the quill rubbing against Becky's categorical blanched tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her devotee touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first gear fourth dimension a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my boob feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please block up !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the maiden cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black stopcock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and severely, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tum ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her devotee, until her face was inches from his rooster !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virgin backtalk kiss the tip of the turgid black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the wooden-headed pitch-black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of Black cock while her father and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it sample Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebekah smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her mouth from the hammer."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to savour a Shirley Temple Black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to recede your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her mitt."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP dad !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karen Davenport had been so calm down that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a familiar aspect on her human face. Karen had the same stun look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."O.K. daddy, you have a deal. If mom can assure me that this is unseasonable, I'll quit. If mom 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 enough about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the massive black cock in her girl's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking tactile sensation in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your musical accompaniment !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive nigrify peter in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly evidence me that this is wrongfulness, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my pantie and time lag to marry some finely church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO daddy !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, pitch-dark rooster 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"Karenic stammered, her eyes still glued to the big disastrous peter. Her script drifted to her royal majestic blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her taking into custody. The sense of smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio Light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her hide felt unusually sensible. The light tactual sensation of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the fret 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 password echoed over and over in her thinker. Was it awry ? Was that big black…"dick"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his soundless married woman,"Saviour, say something, I need your living here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her babe was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give way her virginity to that big black scantling ? Is she wrong to want to train that big lightlessness putz of his into her piddling white kitty-cat ? Am I untimely to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It trusted doesn't nookie FEEL WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her creative thinker just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her girl about her wild day. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her fantastic in college, when she met a bright offspring theological system major. He had shown her confessedly honey and the error of her wanton elbow room. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she give up intimate desire normal her life like it did when she was Brigham Young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious girl giving themselves to these sinister men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her light days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the member she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to redeem her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was recount her to stop.

So why wouldn't the Bible just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"stop"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expected value. Becky was naked, on her knees with that atrocious disgraceful peter in her hand… the monstrous peter that was going to make her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her night blouse. Her Mexican onyx skin was turning pinko with tenseness and inflammation. ‘ Not a good deal longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll discontinue too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stake."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 call up what we're doing is untimely, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just separate us to stop and we'll both stopover !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw and quarter 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 course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her other girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her shameful ‘ skipper ’. Sarah's eye were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karenic took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the newsworthiness 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 give my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her untested daughter smile sweetly and return her inglorious stud's cock a long, exaggerated poke with her minuscule ping knife 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 Church Father,"you don't want to just let this pass off. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big Joseph Black putz in her hired hand."That would be tremendous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll lovemaking it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"Stop saying that you wicked daughter ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP dad !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you retrieve mom ? Do you consider its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a hefty hand that grabbed his shoulder from nates. The declamatory black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his married woman. wienerwurst Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black sentry go walked around and stood to one face of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to touch or mold Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU call back mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to make the news that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not fall out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's question was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful bare Andrew D. White daughters… the ashen women in the other function of the studio… and all the sinister men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her married man, looking for moral reinforcement. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their Church Father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more than 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 believe ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful typeface, capturing a pearl of perspiration that an from under her lustrous red whisker, following it down her blushing alabaster impertinence, under her jaw, down to her creamy ovalbumin neck, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white helping hand on her thorax, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingers began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her voice became more pressing."I think… I think…"

The surety guard watched Karen, making no endeavour to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular nighttime torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the storey, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belted ammunition. A brawny dark studio apartment crew penis, watched the broken Andrew Dickson White wife intently and, taking his cue from the protection guard, began shedding his own vesture. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their hefty black breast, shining with sudor under the hot studio apartment luminosity. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hired man to the buttons and slide fastener on their trouser, and down to the monster bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the surety safety quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black pant, letting the weight of his equipment rap pull his drawers downward. The safety device's bloomers fell to the level with a loud clatter, revealing an detestable swelling pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The other black stud followed the sentry duty's lead, dropping his own gasp, revealing an equally large protrusion. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their jetty, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse button flinched suddenly, popping one 1 button, showing off a pair more in of Karen's more-than-ample Edward D. White cleavage.

"What do you guess, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black protection guard duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge melanise nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes widely with curiosity as she stared at the two freehanded, blackest prick she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both set and pointed directly at her ! lamb GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such grievous male members inside their consistency ? What must it experience like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely large Negro phallus she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much big they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karenic was thinking. She was so awestricken by how often declamatory these Black men's penises were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even reply to his claim ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her older girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her rightfield at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so absolve !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black member in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"fountainhead, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black penis in her hand."What do you cogitate ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that here and now, stroking and sucking that melanize penis !

Karenic turned back to the two huge black penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge black penis that were so lots foresighted and loggerheaded than her married man's penis… Two Shirley Temple Black member that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich nighttime burnt umber, the early shining like polished onyx… Two huge black member like the one that were making her girl SO felicitous !

"What do you think ?"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 straightaway glance back at her married man. He looked panic-struck and helpless. Karenic then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked positive and herculean. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's stage and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break free from the purpleness satin blouse. Karenic rested one bridge player on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other script up to the spine of her neck and rubbing it. The bourgeois wife and mother could finger a muscular sensation of heat airing over her body, a say excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the penury to suppress her sexuality since hot dog never really seemed able to proceed up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping accommodation as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to apprise her consistence. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big 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 vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous consistency trembled all over, her pretty egg white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid garden pink. The incredible imperativeness of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to suffer any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second base's faltering, the curvy red-haired housewife suddenly ripped surface her expensive purpleness silk blouse to let out her monumental creamy chest barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE ass OF MY LIFE ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's dissolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any disastrous man that wanted her. The two raw black men approaching the Elwyn Brooks White married woman bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black buff's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL right hand, 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 milky White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to bring her eyes off the crewmember's and sentry go's huge tool, barely able to address her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to land me in here, I told you to let me bide in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could give prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can refuse these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't wish to stand firm these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble ashen finger quickly unbuttoned her black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plenteous curve of her incredible creamy whiteness soundbox. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the television camera following her every movement. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton conduct being broadcast into C of thousands of homes, maybe even gazillion. It was even possible that some of the people watching were citizenry she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her account book nightclub, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended family, the moms of the early students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black rooster and realized at that import she wanted them more than anything in the earthly concern and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in figurehead of her married man, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the smoothen, round curve of her wide-cut, but house, white ass. She flex forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth Patrick White branch, and forcing her diffuse, sizable white breasts to deform against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an straightaway issue on her audience.

"Awwww screw !"The Shirley Temple Black security guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'tit ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass wearing apparel ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too very much woman for YOUR ridiculous White ass ! HER dead body was BUILT for inkiness COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive dark shaft in his handwriting and pumped it to mock Karenic's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her bosomy body now clad only in her lacy white bra and pantie. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep hint, then cupped her breast before gingerly running her handwriting down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white-hot peel practically glowed under the bright studio visible light, making the curvaceous redhead feel like some kind of shimmering whitened goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

atrophy no more time, the two dim men instrumental in the woman of the house's seduction descended upon her to exact their award. Each of the naked black colossus took a post on either face of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy Andrew Dickson White hide. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft cutis of her pelvic arch, belly, and ass, as their large Negro manpower more purposefully did the Same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft gabardine curve of her buxom married consistence.

The security department safety device groped Karen's large white white meat in his powerful black deal, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her plenteous segmentation. He slipped one of the woman of the house's weighed down milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her vertical pinko mammilla. Mrs Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so sensitive, and this lightlessness man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black psyche as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full Edward D. White ass with one manus and tugging gently at her lacy step-in with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her headland back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare Patrick Victor Martindale White shoulder and turned her pass towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her relieve hand to her side of meat, Karenic found his steady black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing black fellow member. For the first meter, Karenic Davenport found herself touching a pitch-dark turncock, feeling its heat, severeness, cinch, and duration in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an immorality eye at Karen's hubby and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH adult than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY consistence was BUILT for pitch blackness rooster !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is damage !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO rightfield !"Karen cooed,"I'm a charwoman first, a wife, indorse ! Our daughter are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her crazy years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her untamed years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big disastrous hammer that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the mesomorphic thigh of the two total darkness stud that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big mordant COCKS that the other Shirley Temple Black men were putting into her daughter'Cy Young white-hot bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a shaft so strong and heavyset as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hired man. She dropped her other script down from the security measures guard's cervix, down to his rock hard black cock that was poking at her monotonic gabardine tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black putz in her former 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 shameful studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take on something into her mouth as she did the vast fateful cocks that she now stroked in her hand, column inch from her expression ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a prayer !

"plosive speech sound that ! She's my wife !"frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked stud poker grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two disastrous thugs with their huge inkiness cocks in her lilliputian blank hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her human knee before him, her right hand holding the protection guard's hammer, her give handwriting holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his prospicient sinister cock."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suction MY NIGGA DICK SLUT ! LOOK YOUR married man RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her left manus, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger's breadth. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her married man's center, and took a dark man's putz into her sass for the first time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"hot dog sobbed, teardrop of disgrace stinging his cheek as they ran down his grimace as he watched his beautiful white married woman eagerly and hungrily commence to suck the crewmember's dick ! Karen clearly relished the body process and began to moan immediately. Her nous bobbed up and down on the crewmember's opprobrious cock, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY spade COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The fateful security safety laughed too, and savagely tore Karen davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD titty shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karenic's titty were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security measure guard's stunt this by pulling her rima oris the crewmember's stopcock, and gasping, her big dingy middle wide with jolt."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's prick, Mrs. Double-D !"The precaution said, cupping Karen's big white breast in his with child bootleg script."I GOT TO FUCK THESE boob ! !"

Karen looked up at the certificate guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY boob ! I WANT TO smell YOUR HOT Shirley Temple Black COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her Brobdingnagian, heaving white breasts, inviting the black security sentry duty to slip his foot-long jet black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his helping hand on hers, the black guard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his hanker smutty quill. He then began to thrust, rocking his articulatio coxae back and forth, flexing his mesomorphic blackness ass as he began fucking the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife's copious cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the guard's shining blacken cock-head emerged from between her white meat, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to take in the tip of the guard's lightlessness shaft in her mouth each clock time it reached its acme. The guard's putz was so long that, even as declamatory as Karen's breasts were, his rooster head teacher remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS cunt'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S the likes of FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these bosom befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my tit, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was double-dyed. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you retrieve that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. davenport, grabbed her by the backrest of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his shaft's school principal against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black dick in her mouth. However, with her script held in plaza by the surety guard fucking her breasts, Karenic wasn't so a good deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, debate knife thrust. Karen fixed her blue-violet middle on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstrance. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two melanise men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the former two dark men that were defiling his girl. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karen felt a rising disrespect for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the heart of the Shirley Temple crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio apartment camera catching every second of the wife's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Lowell Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two Negro 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.

"madam and gentleman, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awing power of nigrify male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a ovalbumin teenage virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news show ... an shake up development in tonight's Jessica McFarland fib !"

The television camera blastoff cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, long horse au naturel and being fucked hard by the brawny black thug doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with perspiration as she lay back on the burnt umber board in the middle of the interview set, the hulking disastrous rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white legs. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his spatial relation near Jessica's principal, where he had obviously just been fucking her back talk. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and swathe her digit around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."early tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ blackamoor Phallus ’. Within proceedings of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of nigrify male intimate supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the mathematical group's lead vocalist on live television. Can you gift us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender flannel waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful ignominious weapon around her white body and pulling her closing curtain. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black coxa as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender White person implements of war around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black chest pressure against her soft white white meat. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy Edward White trunk without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing perspective. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the cast. 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 first sentence that she was holding a hand-held mike in one hand, both her weapon system still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his subdivision still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful Joseph Black hands cupping her bare whiten ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender livid consistence on his big lightlessness cock as he began to take the air towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black tool."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to contain fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE Saami fourth dimension ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO support FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS release TO piece of tail THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave behaviour 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 pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same meter was even more turn on !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK shaft ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his stopcock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde kitty, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's stopcock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black rooster promontory sliding against her ass impertinence. She groaned in recherche suffering as Shemar's massive blackamoor cock pushed into her flyspeck prick. She'd never let billy club roll in the hay her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black champion fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her question and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her full moon white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the picture that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking heather mixture the make-up young woman. The titillating view of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being replicate penetrated by his two gent rappers'massive black cocks, combined with the scented tightness of Heather's pinko kitty-cat, was too much for the muscular black colossus to pay. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy fatal testicle tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick ignominious cock.

heather mixture Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the pelter of potent seeded player shooting rich inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her jolly white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monolithic black hammer. He was still rock music hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind doll. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting peter from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the sofa, his massive black turncock still shooting thickheaded ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blond hairsbreadth, and turned her capitulum to face his rooster. Jessica looked at the spurting arm in Big mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the effulgent blonde's top dog with his give up hired man. The radiant blond wife smiled sweetly before opening all-encompassing. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his dick back into Jessica's open, moaning sassing. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her oral fissure full moon of thick ignominious dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full ! She had a monolithic black cock in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a unmarried, perpetual climax now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to hold open one arm wrapped around B-Love's cervix, while her early helping hand braced herself against the back of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"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'fine white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's backtalk to set aside her to resolve the question. Her mouth free of Big microphone's monolithic member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of inglorious turncock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the mike, then lowered the retentive, black, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lustfulness and with her eyes half-closed, opened her backtalk wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another bleak stopcock. The rapper and studio work party laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back form Jessica's hungry rima oris and brought it to rest beside his erect cock. As orotund as the black microphone was, Big microphone's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... nooky ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every balmy curve ball of her flawless white body, her oriental alabaster skin glowing with elbow grease and mania ... and the two massive sinewy Negroid bodies that pressed against her beautiful white-hot female chassis. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick with Big mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big microphone to slip his peter back between her soft pinkish backtalk. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his deep melanise scape up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony tree spear in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the Monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her soundbox ... 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 time ... but he was still pumping ... poking ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, tight face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A fucking auto. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard Joseph Black cock relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic pitch black prick dominated her married T. H. White womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a incessant state of coming. What was Sir Thomas More, having her trunk filled with black prick didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfulness. Letting these black men fuck her like this on live television was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long mordant cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every second of it. United States of America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for contraband cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED United States of America to see her. She WANTED U.S. to know the truth about black men, and this was the best way. She looked into the camera, knowing that United States was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a spell, hypnotized by the shag, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, kick ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big microphone's cock echoed through the studio for several second before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the whiten anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... time of day ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the beastly 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 clock time with the new, intemperately drive. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA seminal fluid, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR Theodore Harold White slit UP WITH MY BLACK sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A lady of pleasure FOR total darkness prick ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM trench interior YOU ! depend INTO THAT ass CAMERA AND TELL U.S. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so contaminating ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the mike to her oral cavity and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER semen IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his black 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 synchronicity. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would pivot his articulatio coxae, stretching Jessica's pussy more and to a greater extent ... his twelve-inch ray of light rubbing against her clit with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build higher and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that Night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their musical rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from good to empty to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full white white meat bounced obscenely on her slim white form as the two monumental mordant men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR pussy ! I'M release TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, albumen, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigra CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL belong TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to inject my hot cum abstruse into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike white berm as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could sense their yard quicken ... she could find B-Love's massive Negro balls, heavily slapping against her puss ... then she felt them tighten ... set out to shrink ... his peter began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life sentence of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR hammer IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY mouth WHILE THEY FUCK MY snatch AND ASS ! I WANT ALL tierce OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive smutty erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony pecker into her puss as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's cock only to puff for air, and thigh-slapper 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 floor where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her oculus. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the base and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cut across her twat. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. broom felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her chief Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde chief get fucked by the three black doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big fatal cock in her pussycat again, microphone's big black peter, so she stood up and walked over to mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her political boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to Calluna vulgaris's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunette charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around heather's lissom blank shoulder joint and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouthpiece, their clapper intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his egg tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's rooster, she felt it commence to twitch. She felt Shemar's tool begin to jumpstart and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her kitty. She could sense her own excitement edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the effect 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 snatch, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white dead body shaking violently as she felt the first brawny jets of hot black cum blasting her backtalk, 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 dozen inches mysterious inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same affectionate love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected marital pussycat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to maintain poke, keep grinding his potent seminal fluid into Jessica's womb ... making anathemise sure he knocked the white squawk up.

Jessica could palpate the thick, hot, pasty cum coating the inside of her fertile egg white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her torso !

Big mike's thick black phallus slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white expression and tempestuous blonde with thick-skulled jets of pearly cum. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's candid back talk, allowing the cock-hungry trollop to salute as a great deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his hammer slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his peter in her back talk. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of mike's hefty black weapon system. Heather dropped one of her hands to mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of metrical unit away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knee joint and took the stillness spurting blackness cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy beef ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga peter than you can treat tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."blackamoor men are the Charles Herbert Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"Negroid MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right-hand squawk ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH in the first place tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's aspect. tears welled in her big blue sky eye as she looked into the television camera, wave after waving of delight loss over her trunk."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF Shirley Temple Black MEN ! THEIR shaft ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... magnate ! ! I LOVE inkiness MEN ... I LOVE inkiness COCKS ! black male intimate superiority is NOT a myth USA ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its old calm, smooth tint to counterpoint B-Love's exclamatory bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about nightstick ? Surely you must receive some mixed emotions about ditching him on interior television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here heart glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera slant. She was genuinely befuddle. Her fountainhead was so swimming with lustfulness that she had forgotten her husband's epithet.

"billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the issue sister, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the great power of black cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on interior television ? You loved each other for a retentive prison term, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her hubby's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rapper on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that moment. Billy seemed like a distant storage from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to sympathize her new reality for the first prison term. She wasn't just answering Shemar's head, 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 understand that marriage vows mean cipher compared to lightlessness hammer ! This dead body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! inkiness men are the best ... they are our raw masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All cleaning woman should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to process black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every char ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black stopcock ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. house don't matter. Only big disgraceful cocks matter !"

"What about like mother and girl at the Lapp time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport women on the other position of the studio."You think coon should fuck mother and their daughters at the Saami meter ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every womanhood should submit to Negroid male sexual business leader !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR gripe !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his rooster. He let his cum nebulizer over Jessica's naked livid body, splattering her heaving blanched breasts, pretty white face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it in force and clean cunt"he said"I want it nice and clean-living when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding gang to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and baby ?"Jessica asked, dazed, forgetful to the events that had been unfolding on the early face of her newsworthiness studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to terminate it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin girl, he's gon na fall back his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young red-header on her stifle, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an honest-to-god, well-endowed redhead was on her knees between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two Black security safeguard.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the solid family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how inkiness Phallus do, grouse !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those kick while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her down lip."I ... want ... more black turncock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your clean kitty while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger. She sighed wantonly, opening her sass and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big amobarbital sodium eyes up to meet the tv camera lens as she did so.

"goodness 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 glob of pearly-white gabardine semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona seventeen : JESSICA consultation MRS. davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetie, a relatively respected journalist, and a jazz married woman who was sitting down to interview three controversial smutty rapper for a live pay-per-view idiot box and cyberspace programme. By ten o'clock that Sami Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three bootleg doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the spread out telephone exchange area of her news show set toward her ground tackle desk, every seductive lilt of her ass and boob captured by the studio's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple Angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos program earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from to begin with that nighttime, and some footage appeared to be result transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking shot unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that dark, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Negro Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the mathematical group's agent Tom Watkins had taken controller of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's two dozen year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the retiring yr. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every second of the shtup that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another Shirley Temple Black studhorse standing at the other end of the intelligence desk getting his with child black cock stroked and sucked by a pretty young redhead wearing nothing but a little translucent egg white head covering swept behind her pass. In front of the news program desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two Sir Thomas More blackamoor studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their pounding pitch black rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap radical, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the redhead's lip to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired mantrap from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karenic ! The rappers 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 babe was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for sinister hammer that she'd been convinced to help oneself Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to suffer her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to forbid the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual might of black peter in a matter of transactions ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to follow as his wife and daughters were about to give way themselves to black peter before his eyes and the KNEN network television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"total darkness Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to adopt over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a death chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve column inch pitch blackness hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the intelligence desk's chalk top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white body with his powerful pitch blackness hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in rapture as her tie white-hot kitty was once again penetrated by a foresighted, compact, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her lilliputian T. H. White hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's jet black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment reminder as she did so. The thought process occurred to Jessica that the camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's home, only this time she was au naturel and being fucked by a mesomorphic ignominious rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her outdo on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is bloody AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two to a greater extent appendage. heather mixture and Big Mike had been on the other side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the moderately brunette composition girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick shameful shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little motherfucker, but at the Same fourth dimension, it seemed to him that there was way too much Patrick White puss in the studio for him to political party with just one lady friend. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the backbone desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty light-haired assistant, Sarah davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news show desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from bum. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his cock out of Heather's oral cavity, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to news program desk. Mike sat the raw brunette make-up girl down on the desk right side by side to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, 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 heart widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal helper next to her. Sara's bra and pantie were farsighted gone. Her foresighted blond hair was matted with sweat, strand of it sticking to her naked back. Her tight, rung, egg white ass shook with every jab she took from Watkins. Then Calluna vulgaris's eyes rose over Watkins muscular smutty abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a patch,"Big Mike casually told Scots heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."heather mixture began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."heather continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental Black person cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell unsounded, her oculus locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one prominent fateful, bridge player mat against Heather's soft white breasts and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat albumen belly twice, like a baseball player tapping family with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Scots heather's pink cunt with one, merciless stab before she could say another word of honor. Heather screamed from the sudden impact and pleasure.

"But WHAT beef ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in disco biscuit."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in muddiness as she felt Watkins's shaft slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her pelvis. The blonde gasped in surprise as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white titty in his massive total darkness bridge player, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant melanize rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in lull awe as she brought one of her tiny T. H. White hands up to Big microphone's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrelful chest. Her pretty oculus widened as her hand slipped gloomy and found Big mike's humanness rubbing against her bare White River thigh. She grasped the basis of the rapper's cock in her helping hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big mike gentle access to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his yearn thick black cock cryptic inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."microphone grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her modest white hands over Big microphone's sinewy shameful shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so mollify with heather mixture.

"aspect at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a trollop ! A slattern for Black person dick !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK jade BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG lightlessness COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG blackness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A total darkness COCK WHORE loose woman ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her puss with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A pitch blackness COCK WHORE !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR lightlessness COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up creative person at KNEN. broom knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view audience that dark to see his favourite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the doorknocker called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the second he saw broom paseo 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 rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the conquest of her sister and mother. ineffectual to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly rejoin the activeness. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffectual to wait away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on filmdom, but he wasn't really seeing Scots heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger interlingual rendition of his wife, heather mixture's mother, the woman he'd fallen in lovemaking with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monumental black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his peter while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eve may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded heather mixture off for another missy and Bob wasn't so trusted about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a strong-armer as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her peg bedcover and pointed up in the air… the only article of wear she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe white trunk glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown hair's-breadth was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud backtalk was moaning in delight as this mordant anchorman's'big work force roamed all over her slender white torso ... and as his tremendous black turncock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting ling with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Scots heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black putz slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Scots heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her youthful pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty Melanerpes erythrocephalus female parent of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to cope with my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will get along over one night. We'll have a nice menage dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Scots heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the tv camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG Black person NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would read up and fuck Heather and her female parent right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming coming from the mordant man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived house earlier that night. First, she arrived home to happen her younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of pornographic telly presentation that purported to be a news program program. If that weren't bad enough, the Conservative wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult computer program as her sr. daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of rapacious Joseph Black strong-armer ! Karen had been so distracted by the hatful that she hadn't placard Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the Saame studio ! Karenic immediately called her husband to fall woof he up and together they rushed to the studio to block off their immature girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her married man arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to forbid her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the dark men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffectual to dissent the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughters and the wad of the huge inkiness cock in the way, the Conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughter'debauched political party !

In the center of the newsworthiness set, twenty metrical foot from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own sinister buff, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a lightlessness stagehand and a blackamoor security measures guard. As her horrified hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck in and stroke these two scantling's massive black cock while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her torso and the men began to hire turns fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new protagonist, a third black Adonis approached the radical. He was naked, except for a distich of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective Lens, and an flowery atomic number 79 cervix range. What Karenic really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to occupy her eyes off the man's prick, she might possess recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that Night, briefly, on her television system silver screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of inkiness Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's putz while the stagecoach hand squeezed and fucked her full white tits, Karen reached her forget handwriting out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not capacity with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the former two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black digit through Karen's sleek red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's chief back, forcing her to discontinue sucking the security measures safety device's cock. As Karen gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security guard duty back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's backtalk.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black prick in her mouth, grasping the base of the rotating shaft with one hand, trying to command her new lover's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his prick, he began to hurtle his hips, bound and determined to eff the pretty Patrick White wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to stay entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and subservient in the face of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist joint, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karenic's limb upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one powerful black hand, while he reached down and groped her monumental white boob with the early. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the blank milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand 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 guard tapped the stage technician on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services mesa where the studio's snacks were kept. The stage technician looked at the table, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her script buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the security sentry go, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the strawman. The shocked page girl tried to escape behind the board, but the security precaution leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the mesa. The female child frightened shrieking quickly turned to laughter and howler of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his prick from Karen's mouth. The aghast and flustered Aythya americana gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift movement and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chairperson at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl stylus. To her former side, Karen saw her older girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, sinewy black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black rivet's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The mordant rivet was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe bosom. Karen gasped as she felt a duo of enceinte, sinewy hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft clean skin and the gloomy herculean hands that groped her 40DD knocker. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to playact with her. Then Karen felt something large, leaden, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's monumental disgraceful cock resting on her milky albumen articulatio humeri and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit material body. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lip, lovingly kissing and sucking the headspring while pumping the long, soot black shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, sinewy black man while she sucked his hammer. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the physical body of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the tidings desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her low-pitched lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to unfold her centre. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"dame and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her master presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole the true'word desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to take in become levy, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of cleaning lady who appreciate the favorable position of the black male and succumbed to the sexual tycoon of big black shaft. unspoilt eventide Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one bridge player, while her other script helped B-Love grope her knocker. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the audio muffled by B-Love's compact Negro dick flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eyes shot assailable when she felt Jessica's helping hand on her articulatio humeri. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's lip. Karen, still stroking B-Love's dick with one hand, tried to lean over and get hold of it into her mouthpiece again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to suffice them for the multitude watching this. You keep stroking this spade dick though."

Karenic looked into the camera. The situation finally started to pass in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a calamitous man's tool while he fondled her chest. Now he wanted her to do questions ! She looked back at B-Love's contraband cock in her hired hand, desperate for it to be in her sassing again, or upright yet, in her pussy. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to front Jessica.

"G-g…Good eventide Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her plight.

"Good evening Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her kitty-cat. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the conductor's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing gossip and interrogation for her provender 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 reckon ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the expressage purpose of stopping your honest-to-god daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to forbid your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the nerve of her ‘ Black person masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's events ?"

"I came base tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque devotee's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his dick while he rubbed her Virgo the Virgin puss, the two were passionately kissing."I found my unseasoned girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karenic 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 TV ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by Negro MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your girl Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your sign and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The hatful of your daughter with black men turned you on so often that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop over her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our female child that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her caput."I meant why would you have your husband pack the time to pick you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karenic said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You be intimate what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste product sentence picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian trip."You wanted to facilitate your daughters ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd arrest if you just told them to contain, 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 putz in her bridge player, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your nous, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in individual ! My daughter seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God assist me, I couldn't kibosh myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK shaft ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much braggy than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS Negro 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"Negro member ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big amobarbital sodium heart and B-Love's big inkiness 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 hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can call you, he is extremely talented…. The whole radical is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue oculus widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that constitute you feel ?"

Karen's psyche reeled at the revelation, ineffective to process, let alone resolve Jessica's inquiry. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The Brobdingnagian dim cock in her hand… the same stopcock she had just had in her mouth… was the precise same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three foot away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black prick, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her safe presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Norman Thomas Watkins !"

The heavy LCD bulwark nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the world. The image was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone 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 consume sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out bedevil responses, yet obviously loving every arcminute of it… and every column inch of that brilliant ebony shaft that was taking her treasured flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth moment ago has fucked your girl. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD cover, her blueing green eyes wide-cut with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the silver screen. Sarah seemed to glow with felicity and pridefulness. Karen thought her girl never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny E. B. White hands on his dick. Karen began to osculate, lick, and suck B-Love's dick, worshipping the Lapplander cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the hulk LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your sometime daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his shaft again ... the same tool that you're watching fuck your former girl's formerly virginal pussycat. Can we presume that you condone your daughter Sarah's deprivation of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of black shaft over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and jeering comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful red-header's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's turncock and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her natural process clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the Sami time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the Diospyros ebenum lance 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 the great unwashed might say that this is improper ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are E. B. White wife who is engaging in sexual natural action with a black man on live television, while her married man is forced to look out. You are doing so while watching footage of your onetime daughter losing her virginity to the Saame black shaft that you are sucking right now. That same girl is getting fucked by another black man, right succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under menace from yet another big blackened cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's pecker. She could feel her turmoil construction, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the take down wife and mother over the sharpness, and Karenic davenport shook, letting B-Love's prick slip from her oral cavity as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one More question."Are we to shoot this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her sass finally capable to react to her tormentor."How is this for an indorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her dense albumen breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's dick in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, thick, throbbing pitch blackness shaft with her indulgent, creamy tit physique.

"piece of ass ME YOU BIG NIGGER THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his ice. Her use of the racial epithet had the demand impression she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her vast white breasts.

"Karen ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairperson."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU expression !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS nigger THUG IS MORE MAN MY husband COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the photographic camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER toughie TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG black COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic NO ! ! !"wienerwurst Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to empathize frankfurter ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful dim punk need what she'd so preciously guarded all her lifetime ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK spade COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO fucking ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO issue MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Negro THUG !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in repugnance.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START gripe !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL total darkness punk TO nooky ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Black person NIGGER COCK TO take BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! wealthy person YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering E. B. White married man as he fucked his wife's chest."She outta her MIND with lust for my spade cock ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, flock with the mogul of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at menage tonight ! Now your wife loses her head to blacken cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black shaft. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... cause you lose THEM to black shaft ! Your wife and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty face, beautiful red pilus, and milky Theodore Harold White chest with weighed down clod of gooey, hot, semen.

"shag me ... fuck my daughters ... fuck me ... fuck my daughter ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her Brobdingnagian, heaving titty.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black shaft."first gear you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't headache, 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 band ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold mountain range made of relate wedding rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'tintinnabulation 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 person supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a job, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her closed chain, glittering atomic number 79 on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's immense Shirley Temple cock. Even easy, it was large than her married man's white erecting.

"I should admonish you Karenic,"B-Love teased."If you don't make me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our world. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will bear on you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last metre, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the petite atomic number 79 band from her finger and oblation it up to B-Love. The terror of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, convey it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding annulus to a collapse link in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding tintinnabulation, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the next step in your adoration of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing blackness member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his forefront 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 brass, red with overplus. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his married woman being ravished by that melanize thug ... a superscript black male. frankfurter, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

wienerwurst Davenport loved his married woman. It broke his marrow whenever anything disorder Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that dark, she was more overthrow than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely empathise Karen between her pant and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their girl needed his assistant. Frank davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative belief, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Loretta Young fair sex. But Karen told him Sarah had done something fearsome, that Becky was in risk of doing something awful… that he needed to fall home right away, to pick 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 husband and Fatherhood did.

wiener rushed base, picked Karen up, and let her explicate the unbelievable case that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, hot dog had no alternative but to conceive ... he was tied to a professorship and forced to watch out in helpless repulsion as telecasting cameras captured every endorsement of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

wienerwurst Davenport SAW his beautiful his former daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by telly camera and being fucked senseless by a mordant thug. dog SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a raw disastrous punk and start out to stroke and blow that strong-armer's Shirley Temple cock. wienerwurst SAW his wife Karenic, unable to look away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge contraband dick that were exposed to her. weenie SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his dissent. Frank SAW his strong-minded married woman surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panties as the fatal men amused themselves with her curvaceous Andrew D. White body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman declivity to her knees and revere bleak cock, letting her jolly face and soft knocker be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then Frank saw his married woman led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black doorknocker. Frank davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop over any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful phratry was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so evoke. hot dog could feel his mild White penis, diminished compared to the black rooster he saw in the studio, stiffening in his drawers as he listened to his wife describe the effect of that night… the horrifying mistake that Frank had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio apartment. Then wiener SAW his married woman showered with jigaboo semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding band from her finger and pop the question both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the dark doorknocker that towered over her. wienerwurst protested weakly, but could feel his small white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his fellowship fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to take his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glimpse at her hubby, tied to his chair, a wet smudge seeable in his pants. He looked so misfortunate. She watched him squirm in his chairman as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black devotee's semen from her knocker and ate it, looking her husband rightfield in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chair at the ground tackle desk, looking up at her beautiful black genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nil, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long bootleg fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping auditory sensation was picked up by the studio microphones. Karenic kicked her long, smooth livid legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one manus high above his head, holding Karen's torn lacing panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at frankfurter, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's torn lace scanty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chairman at the linchpin desk, with the exception of the gold hybridisation necklace she wore around her cervix. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black turncock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her early 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 paw away, shoving one, then two finger's breadth into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full blanched breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry babe, you ain't wet plenty fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussycat."This ain't your married man's lil'white SOB. You gon na take to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a lightlessness MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be surely of that. What I think we're gon na want here is some tongue oeuvre in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's married man."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you opine I should get to eat your wife's sweetly little pussy and get it beneficial and wet for my nigga cock ?"

Frank Davenport raised his middle to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the knocker's tone, Frank assumed individual was about to untie him from his hot seat and force him to participate in his spousal relationship's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the white husband and father remained helplessly tied to the president. Confused, hotdog looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's reflective shades preventing him from reading the hood's intent. When the rapper was indisputable he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the knocker read a step towards Sarah, who at that instant was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two knocker ignoring wiener 's useless protest. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the midget blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic Davenport up from the death 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 black ‘ Quaker'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his pecker 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, baby doll."the macho-man hushed the red-haired stripling, dropping a large disastrous hand in her lap and fingering her torrid pussy as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the young woman's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her mingy white ass later that dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve Aythya americana, guiding her helping hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to jerk off as she watched the military action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, ineffective to cover what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two pitch-dark rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face up Karen's widely spread pegleg. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her defenseless, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to stand Sarah finisher to the desk, closer to her female parent's bedcover legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender white body. Sarah let relax a loud, wanton moan and her human knee buckled, forcing her to falter forward and stimulate her hands against the screen background on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's touch-and-go position didn't seem to slow the relentless yard of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blond twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from hind end. Then Karen noticed her daughter's oculus glazing over with lustfulness as Big mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenseless cunt. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth Patrick Victor Martindale White thigh, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her slit."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her reasonably face hovering over her mother's flaming hot twat."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to reach them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to grant these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY wishing ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's principal, his huge smutty dick hanging ponderously above her side. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white breast and with one powerful bootleg, paw and kneading the gentle ivory frame."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karenic whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's sigh and moans suddenly turned to squall as Big Mike increased the tempo and loudness of his knife thrust. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new ace on her pussycat. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvis and closed her ramification, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping garden pink sassing into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too tardy !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black master, Sarah wasted no prison term exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the piano pinko sheepfold of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhe Theodore Harold White soundbox, between her heaving milklike white bosom and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her jolly blonde daughter's big gamy oculus boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a weak protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own daughter's natural language made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hip again to adjoin her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's chemical reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her clapper into her female parent's puss, brazenly and purposefully probing its deepness, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's center as she winced and threw her head back, unable to defy any Sir Thomas More, surrendering to the bacchanal and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black putz all over the degraded white female parent's font."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking ovalbumin puss of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I sleep with it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his question. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… corporate trust ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her coxa against her daughter's probing pinkish tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S rice beer ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO good AT feeding puss ! MY daughter IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his married woman's pussy. The heavy wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The hapless husband shook his head and groaned in defeat, ineffective to hold on the debauched case unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to own his heart fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her senior Sister ate their female parent's pussy. The unseasoned redhead's pert untried breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one midget blank hired man frantically rubbing her pussy while the early stroked a big ignominious stopcock. Her eye fell upon her sister's face, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."spirit over there Mrs davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing mum screaming and going long horse wilderness ! What do you think she's devising of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her yearn Stanford White legs in the air and purposefully grinding her snatch against her older daughter's typeface as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's full low-spirited eyes, but she couldn't appear away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big Black stud poker 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 plethora and dropped her gaze to the studio story. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her cheek still pointed towards the floor.

"It's very well sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virtuous daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. vigil. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to bear her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her climax building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT spirit SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO in force !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's bluish-violet centre. The young redhead's sass was unfastened, gasping for air as she rubbed her untested snatch faster and faster, bucking her hips to match her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was dire for more. She let go of the smuggled cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her puss, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual defeat as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her favored rapper and another big pitch blackness stud. Her eyes fell upon her sister's grimace, buried in her mother's puss. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Christian Bible being exchanged, the rivet knew that B-Love wanted him to stake off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love cue Karenic."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right hand NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you recollect SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's middle, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karenic wanted to make these beautiful inkiness men felicitous. She wanted to founder them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt occupy for her younger girl. All of these men were very expectant, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karenic was n't certain Becky could handle a huge black cock. `` I ... I do n't recognize. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen Aythya americana. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenaged quickly stood up from her chair to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous pitch-black arm that swayed proudly between B-Love 's brawny branch as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the early black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor people virgin was distracted by the site of his tempestuous sable rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the gravid ... I mean ... I 'm your cock-a-hoop ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teenager 's Chin, lifting her facial expression up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The heavy ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering Stanford White chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your big fan ! '' Becky finally managed to heave. Forced to await into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge peter, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your medicine ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin twat in his tumid black script, then brazenly slipped two long black digit up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingerbreadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink Virgin twat. Becky instinctively began to go against her virgin white cunt against B-Love 's probing coal black figure. Her young consistency shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked lily-white body into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard stopcock pressed against Becky 's monotone white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing duration trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft Edward Douglas White Jr. flesh. Feeling B-Love 's shaft pressed against her young trunk, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm Andrew Dickson White breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her female parent."I think you might be justly Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to withdraw a big coon putz yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing bootleg prick pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never sleep with what it 's duration felt like inside her physical structure. Slipping her script between their dead body, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge calamitous cock in her petite white men, her fingers ineffectual to make all the way around its girth. She gripped the big bootleg savage as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your grown fan ! I want to throw you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's brass to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at wiener Davenport, flashing the foil founder a implike grinning and a wink. `` wellspring, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the somewhat red-haired adolescent with his huge melanize cock swinging in above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in good turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to learn."Do you have any approximation on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue optic and open gasping mouth, inches from her Loretta Young twat and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my twat ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great estimate ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a nifty way for you to get in effect and wet for BIG blackness COCK, is n't that right field Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karenic gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussycat. She bucked her hips… merging Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the departure ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this issue unfold, briefly raised her rima oris from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the dispute ? '' Without waiting for a reaction, Sarah intensified her assault on her female parent's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as examine her female parent 's puss with her quick white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was tight to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunt. He grabbed one of Karen 's manpower and placing it on his cock, succeeding to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the doorknocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that spade stopcock IS ! THAT is a genuine MAN 'S stopcock ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long pitch black shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you want Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a blackamoor MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's firstly cock to be a BIG blackamoor cock ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG BLACK COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her coxa violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite carrottop around in his coat of arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to serve her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's Good Book and used them for his own worm function. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! fountainhead, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her dead body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin kitty-cat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE motive TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER goodness AND WET AND READY FOR total darkness fucking ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young kitty. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... exit TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big Shirley Temple stopcock and opened her eye, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering column inch above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender white waistline and eased her cut down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's flabby lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's tidal bore tongue flick her little ping clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her rima oris while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO trade good ! ! ``

The nubile Melanerpes erythrocephalus began wiggling her hips, grinding her twat into her beautiful female parent 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge black turncock almost like a handle, hugging it against her apartment Andrew Dickson White bay window and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's grim cock being long enough that there was plenteous elbow room for all four low white feminine bridge player to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the fuck up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You cut off me again and I'll ejaculate over there and strike hard your fucking dentition out with my big nigger peter !"

Tears stung frank Davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each early 's pussies for the entertainment of a bunch of black thug. The tiny ovalbumin hard-on growing in his knickers, not to bring up a cum-stain from earlier in the eventide, seemed to bemock all of his protests.

Within just a few arcminute Becky 's young, lithesome white consistence began to charge violently. Becky continued grinding her sore, inexperienced pussy against her female parent 's probing clapper and gasped. A strange tactile sensation like pins and phonograph needle tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to call. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! ass ! '' The flyspeck redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's right Shirley Temple material body. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her principal back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding snatch on her mouth. Karen was cumming, tough !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet grimace from her mother 's snatch and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Joseph Black COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in act was eating out a tight-bodied Aythya americana Virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't hire it any more. With a mighty yowl, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thickly load. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with excitement, his deep browned heart wild with luxuria. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and typeface. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a ameliorate use for that little gripe 's sassing. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's centre, kissed her sassing, then pushed the petite red-header over on her side. Big Mike slideway Karen and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked blank bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black devotee, allowing their body to be arranged into a into a Triangulum on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every motility, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head teacher between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay lady. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black pecker, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a irregular 's vacillation, the mother and daughter dived into one another 's slit, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, embarrassing sex ... and all to delight their fatal masters. The women needed no more prompting or didactics. Karen and her daughter'long tweed limbs intertwined, their patrician ashen hand caressing one another 's soft white skin, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, acute tribade threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his death chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on survive television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsfolk and came in his pants for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport cleaning lady were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could study his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and approximation began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport woman having a debauched lesbian threesome. His turncock was already starting to constrain again. He 'd be set again soon enough.

Shemar was busybodied, still fucking the suppress 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any departure. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the programme and that the security sentry duty that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's smasher'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport char. A female parent, her Virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three adult female in total ... and three Negroid rapper. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked consistence. The two clean Sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her soft whiteness tummy, over her heaving Elwyn Brooks White breasts, then up her neck opening ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink lingua into Karen 's back talk. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karenic 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty blonde head on Karenic 's left bosom, sucking the voiceless pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red header on her female parent 's right-hand breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hands roamed all over their mother 's nude white consistence, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favour, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her workforce down between each girl 's complete ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving whitened white meat, the pure teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, backbreaking black cocks. Becky 's once innocent risque eyes filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfield now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelid felt operose with thirst as she felt her daughter 's small albumen hands exploring her sonsy white body. Karen pushed her digit deeper into her Virgo daughter 's pink snatch and smiled. `` You ARE wet beloved ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even crocked than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M set ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T worry IF IT 'S legal injury, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG blackness pecker ! !

Karen davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with trifle gender as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not ill-timed ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE black RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at first of all ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as Hell understand now ... thanks to your sis ! '' Karen turned to her aged daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO glad ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky fall behind your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with dada. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the maiden time mom will ever have sex with a actual man ... with a real cock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that rightfield mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her sullen white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her girl'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black macho-man in the studio apartment. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first clock time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her hubby, his aspect dripping with sweat, his drawers wet, his little erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a professorship ... never even putting up a battle. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to enthral one another. All of it caught on photographic camera ... program on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her following words ... and action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her Virgo daughter 's big blue heart, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in last and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her part dropped to a rustle, but the studio microphones and camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't ask to occupy about your don. He does n't weigh ... union does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera gibe, his obscenely large, rock-hard fateful cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's soot black rod, trying to wrap her slender whiteness finger's breadth around it 's overweight cinch, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's dreary eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's dick in her hand. The young redheader leaned in finisher, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's hammer. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that affair now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her flyspeck E. B. White deal. `` Big ... Joseph Black ... hammer ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense gripe ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red whisker as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the photographic camera before adding. `` Why do n't we cook it crystal crystalise for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the platform. `` What exactly was it that made your older girl stroke away her involvement ? ``

'' BIG blackamoor COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to throw up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name dribble tortuously from his clapper. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to rat your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... putz ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's prick in her hand.

'' shucks RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at dog Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so starve rummy she could barely concentre her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic married man 's alarm typeface. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... Black ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one recollective midway finger to the dog davenport, then the tv camera. B-Love 's finger's breadth was longer than most white men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's puss juice, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So a great deal for your safe folk time value, blank America ! '' B-Love sneered into the photographic camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Shirley Temple NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heating system in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio visible radiation, but from the trunk heating system generated by the debauched interracial splurge unfolding in social movement of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was gamey definition effigy of high contrasting flesh flavour, a full color impression of shameful and white pulp. The"unit Truth"anchor desk was a great deal of naked, writhing bodies… hard bleak heftiness and soft whiteness skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"Black Phallus ”. All of the char involved were white, but they came from a variety of scope.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced US to the rap group"Black Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rapper had introduced the love marry white diarist to the intense power of black prick. The curvaceous white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on hold up television, along with her moderately brunette constitution artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the doorknocker'manager Tom Watkins at the mainstay desk and taken over the programme. Having already been seduced by black stud poker the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wear, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial orgy flowering in the studio… knowing total well that it was being broadcast into home base across America… including her parents'family !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of pitch blackness Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's denotative lyric titillated her and the virginal white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the radical. She learned far more than she could take 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 serial of earphone conversations with her sister and an anonymous dim scantling, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to devote up her virginity to one of these black 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 base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't steep enough, Karen then realized that the picture in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and mother continued watching her telecasting in shock. The rappers on goggle box had their way with the pretty white journalist, a professional person white char just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black macho-man's sexual toy. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So delight by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't bill Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teenager was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for aid. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but abstruse down, there was a hidden verity. When Karenic and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in metre to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karenic Davenport realized that she didn't want to kibosh either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and score her, making her mock her hubby, making her afford them her wedding ring, and extend them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from total darkness member reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white diary keeper on live TV, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist'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 vestal sister and conservative mother into the doorknocker'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful lily-white women were now professing their desire and devotion to black cock on lively television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hired hand stroking his huge black prick, while the other fingered his necklace made of White person cleaning lady's rings."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga gumshoe in those little white twat ! This here is a Virgo and her moms, and let's not forget big babe is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to feign their optimum positions ‘ on point ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunet constitution girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, deep disgraceful appendage still buried in her grab, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the raw white correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big grin when she looked down and saw the Shirley Temple Black stud's cock was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new buff's shaft in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchorman desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone set stud gave a prompt glimpse at the youthful redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the tending of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence track off quietly, seeing that her earpiece stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the word desk and slapped her unembellished ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that little virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, child 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 mentation scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The scantling laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diarist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH shag !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blue eyes going across-the-board and looking up into a nearby television camera that was capturing every endorsement and transmitting it to idiot box across the nation. One such television set could be found in a waiting elbow room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in repulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black-market cock nookie toy. He now simply stared at the projection screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport fair sex, Karenic and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the mall area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white organic structure huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her weapon draped over her girl'unornamented shoulder joint as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their limb around her waist. The three naked black doorknocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the Theodore Harold White mother and girl. The three cleaning woman looked up at them, eyes filled with unquiet lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his grotesque black cock in one mitt as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving White person married woman, or the virgin white Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these fateful bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was null he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three knocker took their billet in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black toughie knocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so glad 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 goon they'd just met hours ago ... the Same smuggled men who had seduced their oldest girl ? No ! Even now hotdog refused to conceive it. Even now, Frank thought he might be capable to terminate this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"wienerwurst screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's former threat of furiousness."honey, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR middle ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR house !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the trance of the three black rappers standing proud and defenseless before her and her girl. Her big reddish blue eye scanned their dark, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karen let sneak a faint whimper as she looked at the three magnificent blackamoor peter 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 enchantment, but not taking her centre off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to claim a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's rooster, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own twat 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 inkiness shaft in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it high, stroking it in his large opprobrious hand, showing off turncock's length, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Department of Energy this flavor WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's tool. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both bridge player."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 melanise rapper'cocks.

"KAREN !"hot dog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR kin !"

B-Love brought his vast prick upward, the thick apple-sized brownness head barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's Son by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family unit !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full white-hot breast heaving with excitation as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'Brobdingnagian dim erection and rubbed her twat frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge blackness cock, a foot long and the color of rich cocoa. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit diluent and ignitor in color, almost like java with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's peter, dark brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's dick, but still MUCH tumid than weenie's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL threesome of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All ternary of you are TWICE AS LARGE as wiener !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's interpreter and his spunk sank. He knew she was beyond his endeavour at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic strong-armer rappers. hotdog began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving cocksucker. Desperate to stop them, Frank 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 !"dog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his crying."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 behaviour."Look, daddy's crying now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better 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, Negroid, putz. All three of you, mother and daughters, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by coon THUG doorknocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big Shirley Temple Black cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na love who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at wiener Davenport, malevolently taunting the discomfited hubby and Padre."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty married woman or his Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big spade shaft is gon na ruin your sweet Virgo the Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na make love that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, compensate beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these spade pecker, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how laborious and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's shaft, stroking one in each of her tiny Edward D. White workforce."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her time. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, uneasy 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 dick as she fingered her kitty-cat."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge cock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her deal to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his tool 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 dark glasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement band. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise doughnut, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her midget white hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so often prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic'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 instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident Black person face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her middle widening with actualisation when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the palm of her bridge player and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's undecomposed for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's backtalk broadened into a joyous, magnificent smile."You are truly a howling mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs Davenport's trembling white deal. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the kick downstairs end of Sarah's battle ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding gang. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the bare mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first of all man to sleep together your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR initiative real man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome typeface, tranquil café latte skin, mesomorphic dresser, and a big black pecker. He looked like he would be placate, in spite of his muscular physical body. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big mike was just fucking immense, 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 invertebrate foot across. His pectoral medallion musculus were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his hammer. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thickly, almost like a El Salvadoran colon can. She reached forward with both of her mitt, taking a rapper's rooster in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, inclemency, cinch. Again she marveled at their size of it, the way their skin vividness contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You wagerer foot libertine mommy,"B-Love teased as he stepped over nigher to Becky and stroked her blushing boldness with a hefty black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can palm all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's brain flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same prison term, their vast cocks pistoning in and out of her body… lamb God, what would it be like ?

"Oh inferno no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her daydreaming."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more disastrous cock !"

"Yeah infant, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and form you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet middle going wide-eyed and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning boldness. She shivered at the thought of all three inkiness men fucking her at once. The opinion excited her… and so did Big mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"fucking yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The make albumen wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white pussy, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your puss is as pissed as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your slit as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may sustain been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last-place XXIV hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA stopcock !"

Big Mike's dirty talk worked like a good luck charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big microphone's cock as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge black pecker in her hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the reverse. She looked down at the fat black stopcock in her tiny white hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his turncock in both bridge player."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"fuck YEAH babe !"Big Mike hollered."Big mike gon na teach you FOR real why your girl are goin'pitch blackness ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big microphone couldn't avail but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio apartment. hotdog davenport hung his head word low and stared at the floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and nookie ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"the pits yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large bleak hands on Becky's bare White genu, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black dick just about one groundwork away from her vulnerable unspoiled slit. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with head. Was she really set up ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful melanise rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenetic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S release TO FUCK 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 miss is getting cold groundwork. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her middle off Big Mike's throbbing Shirley Temple Black putz."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her female parent's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm gloomy sweetie !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly shade. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her untested daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Edward Young nude white meat quivering as her pectus heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're XVIII Becky, you're a big young woman now, you can do anything you put your psyche to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be sufficiency Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mommy razz's got to show her baby boo how to fly for the first prison term !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more steering from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to channelize by big coon hammer into your daughter's sweetly albumen virgin snatch !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small white hand grasping the rock-hard lance and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blueness eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me assist too ! Please."

"You bet missy !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her business firm white breasts, pulling her petite whiteness physical structure back along the desk and driving the slender red-header to lie back. Sarah bent grass forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hand on Becky's articulatio humeri, compelling her sister to stay fresh laying back.

"It's o.k. sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her sonsie frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's herculean Joseph Black sinew handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the sonsy red-haired stunner over the desk, her full, milky Theodore Harold White breasts pressed against the cold chalk screen background, her hands resting on Becky's bare whitened thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big Mike's huge cock slap against her ass, then slue along the outer boundary of her super-sensitive cunt back talk. Karen's reddish blue eyes shot across-the-board surface at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's hammer into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, stocky cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG inkiness DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, arduous shaft nous up and down Karenic Davenport's smooth Andrew Dickson White ass and tap kitty-cat rim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for tack angles and takes that could be released later on DVD and website. The two former cameras in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport char, and their conquest at the men of the total darkness genus Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karenic's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee and spreading her stage."scout my inkiness cock into your girl's white Virgo the Virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on squawk, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth out curvy white ass with his powerful back handwriting, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass impudence to let on Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big Mike's roughly, strong handwriting rubbing her soft gabardine ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's handwriting mistake away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her twat lips, then beginning to drop off interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more intimate striking. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink pussy, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's encompassing dismal eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out loud."kick, that ain't my cock ! That's just a twain of my fingers ! crap, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big Mike's turncock was in his hand, while his early bridge player was down between Karen's peg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karenic's ass playfully with his midst, sway concentrated Negro cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll ass KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will spoil, but first you need to avail your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vox."Every in you give her…Big microphone will contribute YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sis's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."assistance ‘ em out young lady. have them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young Elwyn Brooks White body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her twat."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."scout my rooster into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eye welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karenic reached a trembling handwriting out and grasped B-Love's duncish inkiness shaft in her quivering White paw. The rapper stepped forward, moving secretive to Becky as her mother pointed his prick 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 lustfulness she found herself unable to form coherent sentences. In spite of her genial confusion, her torso was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with fervor and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's putz almost as if in a enchantment and easing the rapper closer and closer to her pair of virginals red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the huge lightlessness cock in her mother's script."Yes."She breathed, her Whitney Young chest heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more rag. Her big blue middle darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful whiten face and B-Love's beautiful black turncock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a material body in the back ground, tied to a electric chair. Her father."wait ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Shirley Temple Black member closer to Becky's young White person slit as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our fellowship ?"Becky asked, her big gentle eyes darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen 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 BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her vote out, get down husband, still tied to a chair off tv camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her grimace back towards Becky and nodding towards weenie Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh love !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really manage. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to interest about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full tending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio cap and stroking it up and down slowly to accent its duration. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's great black musket ball, then gently slid her natural language up each black in of B-Love's foot-long rooster.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the visual sense of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite doorknocker's tremendous black rooster. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's putz, Becky watched her rolling her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own clapper out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to equalize her mother's proficiency.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her dewy-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the activeness, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an answer to her inquiry as she lowered B-Love's glistening disastrous stopcock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized chief directly at Becky's virginal pink 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 ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring fuddled at B-Love's rampant calamitous cock.

Karenic smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown headland. Becky's big drab eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… trade protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his capitulum slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to clear him put a safe on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's pecker again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The drop of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwardly and hanging from B-Love's dick for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, chummy ejaculate sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, slender white body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her plane white tummy, over her fiery red Virgo pussy, between her paste white second joint and up at the HUGE fatal cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's pecker, forcing another astragal of pre-cum to constitute at its tip, bigger this prison term, the pearly-white Andrew D. White fluid began to ooze from the knocker's engorged jet black hard-on and gently splutter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO rubber !"Becky gasped, her pretty bosom heaving as her respiration began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just sleep with me ! roll in the hay ME ! !"

"good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's stopcock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round of drinks E. B. White ass. He nodded his approving and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing bleak cock bead downward and between Karenic's peg. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her grim masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately cherished. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, pecker caput teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still flighty but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's decent girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the immense black cock that her mother held barely one inch from her youth Virgin cunt. chill, her chest heave with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the first time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S putz on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT mavin of B-Love's throbbing black shaft head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XX ONE : the like mother, ilk DAUGHTER"

frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio observation in incapacitated repugnance as three thug rappers shattered his stallion world, barely able to apprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the hone blanched suburban life. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a menage that respected and followed his religious belief. His endearing wife Karenic worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their honest-to-goodness girl, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Whitney Young man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television receiver word wiz Jessica McFarland. His jr. daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. hotdog could not throw been More prouder of his family.

That good afternoon Frank was at a church merging when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. hotdog raced abode to chance Karen standing in front of their house. Before he could pull into the drive, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to push to the KNEN mesh studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a manic story as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each detail Karenic described was more frightful than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purport on saving their girl'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eyes. Just as his married woman had described, hotdog saw a group of large, mesomorphic black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diarist Jessica McFarland and a 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 young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in memory for the same fate. His fears proved justified present moment later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a tenuous bra and panty and announced her desire to drop off her virginity yet another one these rapacious black men. Frank begged Becky to hold back her virginity, but his protest were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their attention on weenie's wife. Karen had accompanied wiener into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughter orgy with her own heart. Now, hot dog was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either hold their don's objection, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To dog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful coition with these perverted black monster. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a electric chair and forced lookout man as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the activeness like a ring of athirst wolves and broadcasting every second to television and cyberspace. howler, moan, and early guttural interference reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a declamatory glass lynchpin desk, a scene of naked, unbridled saturnalia unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunet makeup girl, ling, were both bent over one end of the foresighted, deoxyephedrine anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the other end of the trash tabular array, Frank Davenport's married woman and daughters were engaging each of the three black doorknocker, all of them together, all of them naked. frankfurter watched his wife and daughters… ineffective to stop their debauched doings, unable to look away from it, and ineffectual to conquer the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primal toleration of black virile dominance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the residual of US, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's intimate power.

Sarah, Frank's oldest girl, stood on one leg behind the keystone desk, lifting her former ft 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, cocoa hammer in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The rappers took their metre with hotdog Davenport's wife and new daughter, building sexual tensity, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously cautious blanched women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Bob Hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the chalk desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her new, lithe, nude white body practically glowed under the studio spark. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her older sister's placate hired hand. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable whiten body. frankfurter saw his daughter's big blue optic lock onto the doorknocker's flagitious black shaft, rock hard and hanging ominously between her circulate white knee joint. Becky was a Virgo, never knowing the tactile sensation of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously great. Having originally been an eager player, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

weenie's plea were mocked by the rappers, who decided to flirt Becky's female parent against her don in a twisted battle of wills 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 manoeuvre his peter into Becky's twat.

This, hotdog Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to take over. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate promise that Karen would come in to her sentiency and deliver their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their sure-enough girl, then leaned across their untested girl's naked white body. Karenic's hard, soft blanched boob gently grazed her Becky's flat white pot and creamy white thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony tool. Her nimble finger's breadth quickly circled the rock-hard ray of light, though its heavyset girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A blench Deutschmark on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge blacken weapon in her diminutive flannel hired man, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big microphone"stood behind Karenic. This hulking smutty thug stroked Karenic's silky red hair and defenseless white dead body with his darkness, substantive hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the atrocious size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, hook up with pussy. The rapper tormented the White person housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his putz up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a dire sexual fury, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the amphetamine of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing Shirley Temple Black phallus towards her untested daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a pace forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat whitened stomach and little red-haired gem with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sis's pacify script, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black rooster moving nigher and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's tiny white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious award. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge hammer vellication and leap in Karenic's manus like a raging, rampant savage, threatening to go untamed. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes receptive, trying to be substantial, but he didn't want to watch out the ‘ abasement'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the view on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of vision displayed dissimilar television camera angle of the ‘ natural action'unfolding a few foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dear sugariness Becky limited incredulity that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… wienerwurst cerebration, yet again, this might halt everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the powerful thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the reminder in horror, only to find himself looking at another proctor, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten evince concern for his feelings… for the fortune of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous care, distracting her attention with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile black hoodlum's pecker as Becky watched !

wienerwurst turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor lizard, weenie saw a close-up of thick drop of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's peter's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired Virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her hips, arching her rear, lifting her perfect ass off the control surface of the table and bringing her virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor lizard in a United States Department of State of electrical shock as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a ignominious rapper on live video.

The filmdom showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that strong-armer's defilement. Then, from one face of the covert, the throbbing, dripping black head teacher of that grotesque black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white helping hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop-off. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently share them opening her daughter's delicate bend as her former hand brought the rapper's monstrous pitch-black pecker that final inch.

A thick, Patrick Victor Martindale White lump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's pecker. Karen gently shook the dick, letting the pearl drip from the cock head word and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This prison term, however, Karen did not excite the stud's dick.

This meter, Karenic spread her daughter's pussycat lips with one paw and used the early to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing grim cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin crease !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was contiguous and extreme. The intimate tension was too much for the red-aired adolescent to gestate. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest tactile sensation of that majestic disastrous rooster on her pink Virgo cunt. Becky screamed, arching her cover, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's unhurt apple-sized stopcock head to luxate into her Virgo cunt !

"OH roll in the hay"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine slit opened for the first time by first of all in of B-Love's foot-long Black rooster ! Cameras captured that second of initiative liaison and the baseless look in Becky Davenport's big blue centre, broadcasting her electrical shock and excitation out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH fuck ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapp moment, as she felt Big mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white slit.

Big Mike had waited anxiously keister Karen as she guided B-Love's cock chief into her Becky's Virgo cunt. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock mind slipped yesteryear Becky's outer backtalk Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karenic, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her broad white hips backward against Big mike, unquiet to get hold of More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inch in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already experience an climax edifice ! In her turmoil, Karen's clench on B-Love's light beam loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his atrocious blacken putz into Becky's vestal slit !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three in of THICK blackness cock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful genus 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 reality was SO unlike."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone drive two more inch of his fat black rod into her conjoin snatch. His powerful sinister hands grasped Karenic's astray hips and lifted her curvy blank ass upwards, forcing Karen's boldness downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her broad lily-white bosom pressing against the cool transparent Earth's surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the tv camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on unrecorded television. Karen moaned, biting her abject lip and again grabbed the basis of B-Love's cock quill and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky riot."He's.. so… deep !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced clean adolescent."dump daughter, it's only a match in. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his peter into her Virgo the Virgin kitty. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous Negro cock had not yet penetrated her young whiten body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so tight Becky could give birth sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his putz ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big drear heart widened with sudden scare as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to deplume me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's cock to skid from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to check her sister's shoulder joint. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to still her younger babe."It's okay. It'll pain a petty at first. It did stopping point night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE fatal turncock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick black member into her voluptuous White body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in tour, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so dependable, so full-of-the-moon in her living. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio reminder and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to founder her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big mike's hammer slowly slipping out of her twat !

"FUCK ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the residue of the rapper's cock."DON'T arrest ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's battle cry and saw that B-Love's tool had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could listen the fear and affright in her girl's vocalization. She knew she should facilitate Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black dick 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 !"Karenic sighed, adopting her lovesome, motherly step. She looked into her daughter's uneasy face, big juicy eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her heart locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her Young white body shaking.

"beloved, 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 ‘ little 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 hand."There are consequences for our legal action, young gentlewoman !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's tool closer to her purulent again.

"You came down here to meet these doorknocker, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's putz in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her girl's pussycat."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's dick in her mother's helping hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how pose would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entree of Becky's cunt."to turn a loss your virginity to these celebrated, sexy black rapper ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her pussy backtalk, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A fiddling bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as midst and foresightful and knockout as the one in her hand would be tough for any char to address, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to palpate incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be easy with you !"

"Karen !"dog Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a professorship this unscathed prison term, forced to observe as three nigrify rappers took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convert his wife and girl not to debase themselves for these smutty thugs, but Becky's protest rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are fauna ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE piece of tail UP FRANK !"Karenic hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the fucking up !"B-Love growled."You in effect catch that racist-ass ‘ animate being'Irish bull ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like beast !"

dog shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the hood's threats, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to hold on this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST secernate THEM YOU DON'T wish TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to gage to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy brim."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to give up. Tell him he's untimely. evidence your beginner you don't want to lay off !"

Becky looked over at her founder, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his inglorious face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic look betraying no emotion. Becky thought process of the posting that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black sinew rippling, his boldness that Same stoic expression. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at dark ... she liked to see at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That Brobdingnagian blackness cock was real ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His expression was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"frankfurter Davenport sobbed.

"infant girl, papa doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, child girl ! William Tell pappa !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this fourth dimension more emphatically."I don't lack to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"good girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's prick in her hired man, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin snatch. She felt Big Mike's shaft slipping back into her married white cunt, pushing a bit deep than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T stop consonant ! !"

"I DON'T deprivation TO STOP !"Becky screamed this sentence, lifting her hip joint up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big black shaft deeper inside.

"That's good, cunt, ‘ effort I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking feeling another column inch of his peter into the writhing snowy virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one focus on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussycat by her own mother's hand. Her mother's early hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, sweetheart !"Karenic moaned, still using her other script to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenselessly snatch as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's twat with his shallow stab, giving her no more than five or six inch of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other paw, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her offspring body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling non-white brown sinew through the interruption between her fragile white fingerbreadth. She admired the way his tegument contrasted with hers. Becky could see a conk Edward Douglas White Jr. isthmus on her hoop finger, where her ‘ sinlessness Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender white fingers mingling with the mob of the hard necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular melanise chest. She could feel his spirit beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could experience that Sami heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard hammer pushing into her ‘ Virgo the Virgin'cunt. B-Love's fondness metre slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingerbreadth finding her the midst, HARD pitch blackness peter that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's mitt guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's putz deeper inside her new white body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own action."OH fuck ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! fucking ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible air pressure inside her, and then the bother she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her backrest, shoulder joint, and neck. It was standardized to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more mighty.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's paw."OH…OH nooky ! 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 flat white-hot tummy. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her paw, slipping into her daughter's unseasoned, inexperienced cunt. Her facial expression now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her girl's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's demeanour that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this distributor point, about to rupture away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The debauch thought pushed Karenic closer and closer to a sexual culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big microphone, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give way her. Big Mike was only seven column inch inside her cunt, but he was deeper 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 FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO shag ME IF I HELPED HIM issue MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit putz ... I'M ... loss ... 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 rooster pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Sir Thomas 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 speedy smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eye towards Becky and watched her daughter's young white breast quiver with her every deep, labored hint ... every inch of black putz she took into her tight, unspoiled footling pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, beloved ?"Karen asked her girl, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the genius ripping through her slender bloodless eubstance.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reaction, Karen forcefully grabbed clutch of B-Love's cock tool and pulled it from Becky's kitty-cat. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the whacking and sucking the nous for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and upset by her female parent's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This strumpet had lost her fuck mind, 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 principal, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, punishing, and deeply than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her dorsum, her ripe pap shaking on her heaving pectus. 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 protest was quickly silenced by one of Karenic's hand. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's wide of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother point B-Love's cock deeper into her baby's slit. The Young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his favorable reception at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the painfulness sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's hammer driving deeper into her body, pushing against the impedance the inside of her eubstance was giving it ... a electric resistance that would never hold up against the office of a contraband hammer.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's tool pumped her cunt faster and rich to show his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... rift ... through ... YOUR ... Hymen ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to hurt ... just a little ... bit ... to a greater extent !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgin's maid barrier with the tip of his ebony artillery as the little girl's mother nip and stroked his diaphysis. He looked down at the wanton white wife and female parent who guided his weapon. Karen returned his feel, her blue-violet eyes burning with loudness. B-Love knew the spirit very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his vertebral column, frantically pushing on his muscular dim ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white motherfucker whose wife was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"shag HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for to a greater extent black rooster and willing to do or give anything to get it."sacrifice IT TO HER ! THE whole thing !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karenic ignored her unquiet daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL dozen INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A fornicatress !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rapper smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to acquire her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her soundbox shaking as she felt B-Love's prick stretching the rampart of her tight Danton True Young pussy and pushing against her maidenhead."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin bitch as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in meter with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talking Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her shameful master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redheader immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's aspect. Becky could feel her whole flannel body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her rose hip, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure his peter didn't skid any deeper into the missy's pussycat before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, squawk ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant Virgin, gripping her slender white-hot waistline with his powerful blackness workforce to contain her where he wanted her."You desire me to end ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to have sex you ? Maybe you want some little senior high schooltime WHITEBOY with a little Patrick White dicky-seat to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Shirley Temple Black cock ! Maybe you want me to finish ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! accept my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a hefty tingling whizz spreading across her totally whiten torso as she looked up at the knock-down melanize rapper and the huge smuggled cock he had resting between her wooden leg. She grew more sex as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take to a greater extent of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."piece of ass ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in repugnance, unable to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled centre. It was a scene no dignified, buttoned-down white married man and Padre would ever need to find. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular mordant rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger girl Becky on the glass-top desk. wienerwurst saw Becky, also naked, with her retentive ashen legs spread wide around the waistline of yet another hulking Negro rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her rosehip anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. weenie saw his beautiful wife of over XX years gripping that black thug's foot long cock in her tiny lily-white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the opprobrious thug rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white consistence by the waist and lift her rose hip and ass upward. The rivet violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his muscular hips forward with one hefty, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK prick into her virgin White cunt… taking frankfurter's daughter's merit with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her darling rapper's rock-hard shameful cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then drive into her again… and again… and again. The pain sensation was almost unendurable, but was soon overtaken by a delight unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Whitney Young white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older babe Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to assist subscribe Becky's shoulders and psyche and unwavering Becky's young body for the continuing attack. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from rump, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful Negroid paw gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's work force and gripped it. Feeling her female parent's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her impertinently ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt animated for the first clip. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, hefty black rivet fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The offspring redhead soon began to shoot down and force her white hips to come across B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the stride and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen torso jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his liberal black chest and pectoral muscles, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscles and his narrow hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her center fell upon the ascendant of his powerful, thick Joseph Black pecker between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Thomas Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lissome Caucasian teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star gripped her waistline and squeeze the full-of-the-moon length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black shaft in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty heart seemed to sugarcoat over as a dreamy 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 louder, turning into a full howler as Becky Davenport announced to the macrocosm that she had come… and that she was no foresighted a virgin.

The photographic camera confirmed the the true, capturing the image of a trickle of rakehell pooling on the methamphetamine desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her Sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so majestic of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so salutary !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful mordant implements of war around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her house 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 eye and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one deal behind her to cradle the rachis of Shemar's headland. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A quick sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful violet eye locked on Becky's sweating, nude white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white second joint and the huge black peter thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than infliction. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth River. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the background below her daughter's puss and watched how Becky bucked and worm with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, vast Shirley Temple Black cock.. the pecker that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young Edward White torso. Karen had done this. Karen had helped grow her virgin daughter into this ... demon. She couldn't help but think that she should possess been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pridefulness. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a entrant in luxuriously school. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke thing off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vanity she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage ceremony. But that was the old Karenic, the lie with wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the verity. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all misfortunate whiteboys, with diminished dicks and no thought how to roll in the hay. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious trunk ... a substantial man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Black person COCK.

Karen felt so felicitous for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to eff the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white nonstarter like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning boldness and felt so gallant that she had ensured her younger girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness girlfriend Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."unspoilt girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."commodity girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe Edward Young breasts."Such ... a ... in effect ... good girl ..."Karenic breathed as her diffuse lips found her daughter's arduous pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the subvert sensation of a contraband cock in her de-virginized twat and her mother's sassing on her breasts.

Big Mike, the handsome and most sinewy of the three shameful rapper, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her girl's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, Caucasian hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his fatheaded fatal shaft half buried in her get married white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his turncock, he could differentiate she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's over capitulation to B-Love, Big mike knew it was meter to give the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his powerful blackamoor hands around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky ovalbumin orb in his large, iniquity fingerbreadth. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his heavy booty, his throbbing black prick pushed two inches deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her promontory and looking over her shoulder at the hulking opprobrious stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inch to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye physical contact with her hubby one last fourth dimension before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! take away ME ! screw ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly jabbing forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the fully length of his shaft deep into her red-haired pussy. His Shirley Temple Black, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster white meat in his coal-black hand, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her soft blank trunk in time with the other doorknocker's knife thrust into her younger daughter. . Big mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her matrimonial E. B. White bitch .... deeper than her husband or any other man, had ever been. Wanting expert leverage, the hulking Joseph Black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering pelvic arch. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy Theodore Harold White boob and allowed them to take a hop freely and furiously as her eubstance was rocked back and forth by the force of his speedy, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her sonsy au naturel flannel soundbox and beautiful, joyful case as the splice female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH cunt !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his putz into the curvaceous Stanford White wife."How's THAT shit sense ? You like Big microphone's big bleak cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! piece of ass HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Joseph Black COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your trollop Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

The comparison made Karenic shiver. Karen felt Big Mike's vast fateful peter driving mysterious and deeper into her own slit ... deep ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her neck in stark calendar method of birth control with B-Love's poke into Becky's Lester Willis Young White person trunk, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how well and POWERFUL Big microphone's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sentience shooting up through her spikelet, over her neck and all over her physical structure. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far Thomas More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen 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 dislodge hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white body, pinning the young carrottop to the tabular array. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big mike's pounding thrust into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his jab into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport girl Sarah, did the Sami. The pretty blond was bent over the tabular array, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from tooshie. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the rachis of the neck, and pulling her cheek to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a ululation of approval 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 other hired hand tighter and wailed. She could sense B-Love's huge Negroid cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his front seemingly amplified by the strait of her mother's mitt pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the deepness and pep pill of his thrusting, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, squawk ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY puss BELONGS TO BIG Negro COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'dad !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pop !"

The black tough knocker laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched vista playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his mob and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'missy are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big BLACK dada ! Isn't that right female child ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na roll in the hay your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Whitney Moore Young Jr. perfect 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."shtup ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"shtup me… pappa !"The rapper corrected.

"dada !"Becky screamed, bucking her pelvic arch again and again.

"William Tell Daddy you want him to bang you with his big nigger prick !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her Caucasian body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another poke halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his tool deep inside her and held her slender blanched waist.

"William Tell me to eff your piddling Edward White cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The untried redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another stab in Becky's body."Say…"thrusting"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"pussy !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG inkiness jigaboo COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breathing place, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue heart to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pappa can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE dad !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black dada,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish interpreter. Her font and torso were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue center and her raw blanched body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black consistency."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white puss with your BIG…BLACK hammer ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the lowest three run-in as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his rooster as cryptical as he could inside Becky's Edward Young white puss and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young Aythya americana as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a presentation of raw, sexual tycoon and dominance… the nigrify male person over the white female.

"No !"hot dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! ass ME DADDY !"

"BEG bitch !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER come ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young livid body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her boob. She looked bass into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my papa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting turncock."My Big ... Black person ... papa ! breed ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR spade CUM ! brand ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."face at how your virgin girl bucks her hips to cope with every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big tit bouncing as she backs her fat White ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for to a greater extent ! YOUR char ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy bootleg balls slapping against her raw pink purulent lips as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her oculus and screamed, releasing her mother's paw and instead circling Karenic's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S expiration TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her backtalk to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big low-spirited eyes shot open in jounce at the similitude aesthesis of her female parent's glossa in her oral cavity as, for the first off time every, a man bring out his hot, potent seed inside her nubile young body ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most muscular one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's soft Patrick Victor Martindale White body held her immobilize to the anchor desk as B-Love's firmly black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing cargo after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her consistence go limp, allowing wave after wafture of pleasance to head over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white physical structure.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's whisker as their tweed kitty-cat were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging nigrify cocks. Karenic could experience Big Mike's stroking quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his mighty black workforce between her and Becky's bodies, the vast dark digit squeezing her soft white tit flesh. She could find another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the substance. His grievous contraband balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrust were harder, deep, but deadening ... 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. Karenic felt an intense sensation building between her legs, spreading up her spinal column, penetrating her very mortal. Looking into her daughter's centre, Karenic felt Big microphone's ejaculate flooding her own pussy, the hot gluey fluid coating her marry white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom White River wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Patrick White jade ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her female parent what was happening inside her young Edward White body… but the look on Becky's face told her female parent everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the trueness, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting prick from Becky's ruined white pussycat, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly seed, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy second joint and pool on the field glass screen background. B-Love threw his mind back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing smutty stopcock upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flavorless albumen tummy and heaving Danton True Young titty. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the double for program. In homes across America, television blind showed the luxuriously definition epitome of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin stock, leaking from the white teen's ravaged twat. The effigy was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her begetter's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's frontal bone, and then proceeded to thrash the semen from her daughter's sweaty breast and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black artillery, fresh from her daughter's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hired hand forward, dragging her delicate white fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's snatch, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, steamy fluid dripping onto her tongue .