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

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The computing machine screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small subtitle appeared in the lower left corner of the cover :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : lightlessness member / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at number one, just the episodic pluck of a lonely guitar cosmic string. The painting whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its bonnet. Finally, the car's engine sputters and it pulls off to the side of the route. The television camera angle cuts to the Interior of the car, showing a Edward Douglas White Jr. kinsperson. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his position. Sitting in the indorse seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their middling white daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 role player. An fast-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. piranha circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the locomotive, panicked, scratching his read/write head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hired man from the passion. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front man of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 role player, then at her cadre phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her married man, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's mitt taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE diversionist"on its silver screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alert, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her mind at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a pot, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her capitulum and again offering mom the telephone. Mom takes the sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling predator again. The category now has all the car room access open, and are all sweating. The married man has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame of reference. The wife sits beside him, several blouse clitoris undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A expectant pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the folk and parking area in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ laying waste ”. The room access opens and a turgid black mechanic gets out. The euphony for the video finally starts properly now, a leaden belligerent rap beat, the Lapplander one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The mordant mechanic is improbable and very hefty, wearing some loose appointment dungaree and a compressed tee. The girl watches him take the air toward the family car and grin. girl slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to recognize the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and endeavour to try the engine again, but the towering pitch-black car-mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in nominal head of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the railway locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clothed consistency. The stud poker smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette female parent, her blouse still unbutton revealing her internal cleavage of her ample tit and her two-piece top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much skin she's disclosure and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to elevate the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front nates of her blouse together, revealing her own prostrate midsection. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the bend of her tight trivial ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty bosom, pouting sassing, and ice sorry eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the pin. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her plentiful segmentation enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to shit a mates of additional implicative thrusts as he drives it rest home. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap pulse continues as the lyric are faintly heard. The healthy quality on the video is short, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful trunk, rippling with muscles. Mom's big dingy eyes widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his handwriting, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the auto-mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of baseball mitt he COULD have used to give the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and throw off his read/write head, then walks to the back of his hand truck and begins to manoeuvre his hook and winch. The mechanic bending down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His musculus flex, the travail making his black skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a couple of inches, but come-on comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walk of life back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift apparent movement, he yanks the belt from his gasp and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fear and covers his headspring for protection. As this happens, the camera angle alteration to show the Negro auto-mechanic in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his swath off, his baggy drawers fall down a few inch, just enough so that any looker of the music TV would live that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, middle all-inclusive, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The television camera returns to the previous television camera angle within a mo, and the car-mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's dissonance, has missed all of this. The language continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'Call THE tow truck"

The auto-mechanic turn down, wrapping is leather belt ammunition around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the intention of the music TV. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the movement of the car from the road, then motions for the family to connect him in the truck's cab. The grease monkey opens the rider threshold for the family, helping the girl up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the automobile mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her troll ass a little push up into the seat. Next, the hubby climbs into the cab and the shop mechanic leaves him to take care of himself. The car-mechanic then walks around the straw man of his truck and climbs up into the driver's posterior, but as his massive disgraceful physique squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four the great unwashed will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an out or keeping situation, the husband apparent motion for the wife to sit in his lap and make way for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the married man can importune, it's too late. The daughter hops into the automobile mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad boob simple inch from the machinist's broad bleak side. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, Negroid torso. The automobile mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to drive as the white adolescent squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

"If he ain't got the succus to you started,
phone call me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU yell THE diversionist !"

The hubby and father tone ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the black shop mechanic's lap. The car-mechanic moves his head left and aright, trying to see around the girl's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to wriggle in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her end, forcing her to lie back with her school principal resting on one of his all-embracing black shoulders. The mechanic glance downward, getting a doll's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample Patrick White cleavage. The machinist seems to give trouble steering the hand truck, and the husband glances into the hand truck's slope mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the hand truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the married man. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the Edward White teenager in his lap and the somewhat white married woman sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to hold back from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family line's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to push back safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black studhorse's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might find if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding opprobrious stranger. The hubby then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glance again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The hubby furrows his brow in concern, and the wife grinning at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything indecorous happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the doorway behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench behind, indicating the wife should dart over and get room for their girl to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just come up up your hood,
I can fix you literal good."

As the hubby gets into the family car's device driver's ass, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to incite to the middle of the terrace bum. The car-mechanic begins to motor away sits back to tease in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the with child arse window of the truck cab. A vex look creeps across the married man's facial expression as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the car-mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the hubby a very rough ride in the towed kinsperson car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the military issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the shop mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distress and fright ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck device driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center of the workbench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his bottom, his glasses falling to the level of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her weaponry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his girl is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to take a breath a suspiration of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first gear, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the shop mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to sustain her dorsum. The married man sees his married woman looking at him from the motortruck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to betoken him, but their girl grabs her script and military unit them down, under the truck's prat window, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a foreign skanky smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their girl continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the hubby again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her drumhead down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the motortruck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear window. He mouths the news"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then deem her hands up, palm facing one another, about a ft apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite see and starts hitting the trump again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the can windowpane of the truck. His pretty white married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her female parent out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her scanty Edward Douglas White Jr. ass and realizes that she has shed her underdrawers and panties ! The father watches, mouth agape love, as his daughter climbs back in front of the number one wood, facing him this time, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pinko bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car automobile horn yet again, trying to resist what he is helpless to check. He sees his pretty Patrick White wife looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale juicy heart replete of ruth ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the battlefront of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad white meat. Like her daughter's two-piece top, the wife's blouse flies out the windowpane and up into the shining desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding dance orchestra from her white hired hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car hooter again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one finally time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the cap of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 international nautical mile an minute, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stopover as he watches the wrecker parkway off into the space, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : black Phallus / label : E & I phonograph record ”.

Two eminent school senior turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two daughter. Like her honest Friend Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was magniloquent, slender, with farseeing red hair, alluring putting surface eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

"Lauren, hold on it !"Becky giggled !"I am not a puritan !"

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her household was very religious. Becky's father was a very bourgeois man who attended Christian church group meeting twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her elder sister Sarah had been raised with Conservative Christian value. They were not to clip 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 ‘ angry minor'of the family. Her parents had inscrutable concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff stripping top side to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with wads of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more bark than did well-nigh of the former tops worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost caterpillar track of time. 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 virtue was no trivial exploit for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbolization of her promise to her family line that she would stay 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 wilderness streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her sense of taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her ally Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ secret'rap group called"pitch blackness phallus ”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the Sung dynasty on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Joseph Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on pornography website for some ground. This meant that the porn-blocking software system that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those localization. Black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to urinate do with the MP3s that she got from her protagonist. Some of the miss at school were storm that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at inaugural, she found them amusing ... and the solid rhythm and pulse made her need to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't cite to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stiff itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare social function that Conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a blackamoor genus Phallus Song dynasty to reach the best orgasm. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their mathematical group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to chat, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music picture that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you enquire if the rumor are true ..."

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

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

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

"Yes !"Lauren said, her eyes lighting up with inflammation."Just suppose those guy cable with you and your mom Becky ! She's still pretty hot for her age !"

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

Lauren laughed."I'm kidding ! Of course it's all just bullshit ! All these rapper are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of passing pimps. 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 agitation, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was less than hefty."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software program blocks the site."

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and sing about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the pic they need to hit it big because of racial discrimination and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and display the States and the rest of the world what blackamoor genus Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of limited on-demand pay-per-view form of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video matter 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 course credit circuit board, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a television set interview with a rap grouping that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black member is planning to express some of their early euphony TV and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"Wrecker"video recording was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored I will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered idea to imagine how much full-bodied the Shirley Temple Phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually denotative blackamoor Phallus might make their medicine picture. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to redden, her typeface turning almost as red as her hair.

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

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

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy friend."I ... I think I should anticipate my sister !"

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

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In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young women in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications line of business, and immediately found use with a cable news mesh. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In accuracy, the job probably should have gone to someone with More experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the meshing executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer whale figure, flawless Patrick Victor Martindale White complexion, dazzling smiling, and big drab heart. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde tomentum that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same sentence had a kind of diffused huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'vocalisation, 36c/d-28-36 pattern, and her aphrodisiacal outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news account. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a twelvemonth of her outset appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household public figure. Before long, her photograph graced the cover of scads of mag, and she received many moneymaking offering for modeling and ad oeuvre. While Jessica loved the attention, she was let down that it seemed to focus so much on her show. Money and exposure were convinced, but Jessica didn't want to act or posture, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her vernal image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff husking shirts, Jessica began wearing designer courting in wickedness people of color. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a passably face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news program. On top of that, in spitefulness of the fact that her presence had increased the meshwork's paygrade ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the diverse modelling and advertising whirl that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for refilling at the end of one yr, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more than say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The electronic network however, being rather button-down, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the unseasoned ‘ entertainment newspaperwoman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could give up, and assay greener forage, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was volatile and had a short-term remembering. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economic system being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another class, she received a phone call from a equal network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news programme for their new entertainment-oriented news net. In improver to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main mainstay of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to purport story mind, and to do in-depth audience with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news political platform, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that field of study because the solid network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was lilliputian danger in taking the job. The meshwork was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentive were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to take her hubby, Billy, for a cushy job with their electronic network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell apart that this network, unlike her flow employer, would commit her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshing that made her notable, and took the pass from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the mass medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful meshing. They targeted what some perceived to be an interview often neglected by the newsworthiness media… nonage and youth marketplace. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined grievous stream affairs reporting with an edgy youthful picture, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented stave to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the legal age of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a nance. She always had sweet yield and bottled Caribbean spring water supply in her binding elbow room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only affair that wasn't going well for her was her sex life story. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billy club seemed less and less occupy in making love life to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy provision of bottled water in his federal agency, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. number one 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 employment was basically a gratuity to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisory program, but whenever he tried to delegate Job to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, billystick was tied to his desk day after day, often working belated dark, doing the oeuvre that he was ineffective to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to quetch to his supervisors, but they were all dark men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. nightstick felt completely incapacitated, poor, and exhausted. To make matters regretful, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to clear her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and Billy's exhaustion and accent kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to seduce love to his Lester Willis Young, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the alone affair that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her married man's sudden lack of sake in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could evidence there was something faulty, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex sprightliness to return to normal, she didn't have time to find out what the job was. There were other thing on her intellect. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap mathematical group,"Black phallus ”.

"Negroid Phallus"was incredibly hot on the cabaret circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the grouping's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple Black Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few euphony videos the group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their TV had ever been aired on television, on one of the transmission line euphony net, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, total darkness member refused to allow any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music telecasting channels refused to air the video without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and unavailability of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in hole-and-corner circles, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment manufacture wanted an audience, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the unacceptable. Black member agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the accord with the mathematical group had been reached after week of all-encompassing, mysterious negotiations with KNEN administrator. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to chance on that she would be the one expected to channel the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this outlook was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘ newsworthiness'interview, she'd had very lilliputian clock time to do any enquiry on the group. data was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by lightlessness genus Phallus's record recording label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and accord that KNEN had been forced to hit, before the controversial group would check to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap grouping, a unrecorded studio performance, and the right to evidence any or all of the never-before-seen euphony telecasting that the mathematical group had produced. In exchange for this, the radical demanded that KNEN consecrate a whole ‘ prime time'eve to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the consultation. In addition to this, the chemical group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music TV. Further, the radical also wanted their own railroad engineer to man studio apartment's equipment, so that very much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and incendiary nature of some of their words and political views, the group insisted on extra security measure meter, including security control of the studio for extremity of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sealed date, due to their wet schedule. This close stipulation had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to ready for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable television news show network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the group's demand. The Major sticking point in time the net had supposedly had was the censorship outcome. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and outlet, the mesh had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view consultation with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the depicted object may be of a"graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's website, and Black Phallus's website, with the same salacity word of advice. Of path everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to do some kind of steep publicity stunt. Even if the forefend FCC mulct, they risked billion of dollars 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 chemical group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the functionary account of how the batch was reached.

The true statement was that both Black member's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon Billie Jean King's jet black & pearl Enterprises, Inc. To assist blur this connecter from the journalistic prowess of sure newsperson, the only consultation that Shirley Temple Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various clientele, all with one major agenda, the intimate ascendancy of black men over Patrick White charwoman. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their progression of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual force.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy club's water. This was received in operation procedure. Over the days E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual women and even solid business organisation, and then use them to bring out interracial pornography or other textile to advance E & I's agenda. For security aim, none of the apparently ‘ logical'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a resolution, E & I businesses operated with 1000 of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only link between these job and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced inglorious men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon tycoon. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

lightlessness Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial theme. The plan was that the wild untried black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap medicine would learn this content over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. blackness Male would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual showdown with white women. E. B. White male person would lead off to see pitch-dark males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. Edward Douglas White Jr. young lady who heard the music would begin to see white males as unworthy and black Male as the most worthy intimate specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the component X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, function of E & I, who also happened to be talented performing artist. Every song on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual great power of lightlessness men, and subverting white manful sexuality. The philosophical system that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, blacken males had the right wing to lie with and breed any fair sex, every cleaning lady, they wanted… even marry adult female, and especially white women. What wagerer way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, marital American icon on video ? So it was that Black Phallus's first sole audience would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

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

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 mid-twenties, with farseeing dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a great bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up apprehension, and a rather unstylish style of crank. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her knockout and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their aid a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an impeccant, but quite burnished, with an excellent disposition and a bent for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a nigh, sister-like bond in the few month they'd worked together. They were on first name footing, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything to a lesser extent might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to urinate sure as shooting she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a hind end and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephony conversation.

'' Yes ... yes that will be fine."Jessica spoke into the telephone,"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 delicately then. Bye. ''

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her help moaning in thwarting for much of the day. It was comical to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Godhead's name in vain either. She didn't even say"shit"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got raging, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, moans, and grunts of defeat.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde help smiled weakly. She felt favourable to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problem."I 'm sure I can clear it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big Guy messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll give birth time to work it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with blackness member is tomorrow night ? Some of their illustration are coming by to turn back out the studio. I need you to prove them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our meshing. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a dauntless face, flash them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be all right ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a cluster of shock economic value hype and effigy anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be okay. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the video, and she'd been unable to acquire copies until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news show as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the first crevice at the tarradiddle. The group had only had a brace of eventide free to devote to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two solar day !"

The level about pitch blackness Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two mean solar day of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a beneficial diarist, and Solomon B. B. King wanted to make sure there was slight or no fortune for her to find a association between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about raunch and sexually explicit cloth, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the Lapplander household and enjoyed this controversial euphony genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their medicine ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the clip, said that the MP3 was included with the others by error, but she called me the other dark and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her Quaker into the studio that dark ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that crud ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thug and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this audience, I doubt we can deliver a VIP client in the studio that night. security is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the group will feature their own security as well."

"Oh no, don't headache about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their videos during the show and those matter are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my Sister seeing that nastiness, or meeting those weirdie. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped exhibit her to any Thomas More of that filth !"

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

"Yes, I saw that in the inquiry 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 talk about how expressed their music is, and there are rumour 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 question."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 unharmed broadcast. In fact, the unscathed program will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a paw full of commercial message, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to bear it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The net makes no warrant of the nature of the program's table of contents. Anything and everything that happens on tv camera during the consultation 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 women from the audience up on stage and ... and ..."

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

Like the reports about Shirley Temple Black Phallus's determine handiness, the written report about their requirement for uncensored airtime was also a cover version chronicle. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to diffuse sexually explicit music video recording, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would countenance them to broadcast any sexually explicit message ... not just from the music television, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video recording 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 cryptic breath. The truth was, she was a little worry, but was forcing herself to stay on calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first-class honours degree IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's wizard reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to convert the subject from those unspeakable black rappers to her recent battle."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the ring to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical fight band. It was a sandbag folk heirloom in amber, atomic number 78, and rhomb. The platinum isthmus was etched and inlaid with a touchy gold radiation pattern. This delicate rule had been the cause of the ring 's drawn-out fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

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

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make believe 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 age, since college. The one and lonesome sentence that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad take 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 hand-jobs since their engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual urge that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly secure. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was uneasy to consecrate herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a line tripper to EC for a few months. She would suffer hated to sacrifice in to her urge so close to her splice day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hot pants had only father worse since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every nighttime she went to log Z's thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her thinker wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent thought process of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to surveil them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before man and wife because I believe its incorrectly. The lonesome 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 hard for him. But he's going to be so exhilarate that we waited !"

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

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

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

Jessica realized too belated 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 ‘ job ’. No issue how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young secretaire !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to underwrite her indiscretion."naught ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the confluence could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to carry on the conversation. She didn't want to run a risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. baton's impotence had become a germ of creeping and acute frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her help."Sarah, I know you're touch about those Guy from Onyx record book coming tonight. Don't vexation about it. Just act professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! solution any questions they have, avail them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

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

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

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Sarah was in her belittled office, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic programme on her calculator for a lot of the day. nada she tried seemed to function, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her estimator when there was a bang at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find two very magnanimous, very sinewy, very bootleg gentleman towering in movement of her. One wore a Shirley Temple cause, the former was wearing a satiny Black shirt and baggy knickers outfit, almost like pajama. He also wore a duad of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't service but find both of the men very good-looking. In summation to their stature, the men were both very muscular. Their tegument was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright greenness eyes darting from one night grimace to the early. The other man stood, soundless 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 silence until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last twosome of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an bunglesome muteness while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her date ring.

"Nice ring."The formerly silent monster finally spoke ! He kept his vocalism 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 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 Andrew D. White hired hand in his giant total darkness ribbon. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the band on her finger's breadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the hoop. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to depend at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hired hand. He continued to contain it up, gently stroking her palm with his warm fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to deplumate her hand away, and was afraid to verbalise to the monster man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her mob ... The three were soundless for several irregular before Sarah worked up the mettle to utter to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her centre off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her paw.

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

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

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

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

"We need to scrutinise your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to wee sure as shooting everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's need, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the lacuna black lens on the blank melanise boldness of the secondly man. He smelled so effective !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily abuse backward into her office,"I have a great part of gear that I need you to help me try tonight. It could take much of the Night, but I trust I can bet on your concluded co-operation."

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

"Of grade you do !"The man said, placing his vauntingly black work force on either incline of Sarah's gentle clean boldness. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to proceed backwards into her situation. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That room access was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her Benjamin Rush to get out the place that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"telecasting tooshie. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking by Sarah's spot door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her help's stubborn run. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on truncheon's Recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't aid it. It had been months since the two of them were internal, and researching Black member's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her farseeing for a fucking that she hadn't been capable to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing billy goat focus, but he wouldn't order her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't funfair. Billy was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put view of her matrimony out of her head and started to thumb through some of the enquiry as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another riot of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's bureau !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's doorway, she would have been shocked by the muckle. The bureau was a batch. papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much difficulty throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in patch on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in property of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of pitch-dark and white luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Savior screwing Redeemer ... YES ! ! nookie YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black pecker pushing bass and deeper into her recently virginal White River puss. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, pair of virginals bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a brace of fogged-up methamphetamine on her jolly Elwyn Brooks White nerve. Her beautiful Stanford White body, normally so-carefully covered by her button-down vesture, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening effort that caused her unruffled white skin to glow like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked lily-white organic structure was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black tool between Sarah's entire, soft, clean breasts. He pushed her tits together around his duncish dark shaft, using her soft white frame to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swell pitch-black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big pitch-dark manpower on her bantam white waste product, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive mordant shaft into the moderately lily-white assistant.

Just five hour earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her belief. Her consistence was a temple. Her virginity was a natural endowment to be given only to the man she would espouse ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive Joseph Black stud poker she'd met only time of day later that day ... letting them use her body as a toy for their entertainment. It felt so redress ... truer than any feeling she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR screwing GOD !"Sarah swore."OH sweetness JESUS ... FUCK ME ... piece of tail ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious miss had learned to appreciate in the last few hours ...

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

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

The Negroid laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The Negroid laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your groom-to-be ?"The unknown scantling asked."William Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to have sex THIS snatch that I'm ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA prick ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the bootleg demanded.

"IV ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the shades increased the rate of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the Shirley Temple laughed at their own jest query, Sarah davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four years to sacrifice herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six month before the big day ... she gave it up to two disastrous men in barely four moment !

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

"Then tell us slut !"The black 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 infant !"Watkins told her.

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

"AGAIN !"the pitch blackness fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... blackness ... prick !"

"LOUDER beef !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your slit while you scream that Irish bull ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussycat, and Tom Watkins fucked her back talk and mamilla. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty livid expression. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's prick shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer vestal ashen pussy.

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

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

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

"good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to serve us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more than of that sweet ashen pussy. You might want to houseclean this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two pitch blackness studs threw some wearing apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute of arc before she rose on feeble wooden leg and surveyed the chaos of her power. She saw a picture of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the storey. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Black Phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that sentiment turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to justify. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a here and now. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some example from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the stopping point that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP liberty chit but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to email you my credit bill number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or lookout man online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

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

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rare that he ever got house before Jessica these days, so he wanted to subscribe reward of the time alone by trying to get his tool up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erecting. He gave up and switched over to some web television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a minuscule strip tease for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and scanty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the impertinence and giving his dick a gentle power play. Soft and gimp.

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

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

"It's okeh honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a passing shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and man and wife, she could form on her audience questions and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computing machine and began studying her research and head that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and tertiary argument of questioning. She thought of different mode of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music video recording. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as effective she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the caterpillar track that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was tight to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only natural"into data processor and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the words. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd learn some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a written matter of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music TV. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described elaborate Acts of sex. More specifically, the Sung dynasty were all about Negroid men having sex with white womanhood, all kinds of Andrew D. White womanhood ; younger, honest-to-goodness, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even to a greater extent shocked when she read the CD's ocean liner notes. The 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 tale that the Sung dynasty told.

This beginning song was called"Size DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your lady know it's true up, sizing doe MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of bootleg men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the mathematical group, and demonstrated why every rails on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the Sung as the perpetuation of a derisory myth.

"mend"was about a black history projection in a college form, where white students had to become ‘ slaves'for black students for two calendar week. The white female bookman end up becoming sex striver for Joseph Black men, while the Theodore Harold White manful student were forced to ascertain. At first-class honours degree, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the horrid report continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political sarcasm about airstream relations and the care that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thug ?

As Jessica continued listening to the extortionate narrative the Sung dynasty told, the denotative lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the birdcall seemed to be clapper in boldness. Jessica decided that the Song must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ reliable story'claims were just voice of the act, made to yield disputation and word-of-mouth. That was why the strain were so outrageous.

"honey, I'm home"told the report of a white man who comes home early, only to ascertain his wife in bed with the calamitous neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a comment on the prejudice veneration that Edward Douglas White Jr. people have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher acquisition"was about an suburban High School that has to set to an influx of African-American educatee when an inner metropolis school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want black in their mostly clean schooltime. The Sung goes on to describe how the black male seniors seduce all the Edward White girls and the hot egg white teacher. Jessica again saw this birdcall as an victimization of racist fear and social gossip on flannel flight from the intimate city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a Stanford White man vying for a furtherance. He invites his black knob home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the gaffer meets his employee's sexy White person wife, he tells the yoke that he'll yield her husband the promotion, if she lets him get it on her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The monster blackness man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or unclutter the table first. The next week, the boss gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the flannel wife also happily agrees to bonk ! Jessica interpreted this strain as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to give up affirmative action.

"intent stick"was about a Edward Douglas White Jr. college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the black basketball squad. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was incertain what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smiling at the thought of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric poem to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The heavy bass calendar method of birth control were strong and coursed through her body, making her wish to dance, or at least move with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining Sung to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her electric chair and make a motion around the room.

Jessica let the steady, stern musical rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the medicine continued. It had been a long clip since she'd been capable to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious degree. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the calendar method of the freshwater bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more shocking tone the song began to choose. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next birdcall was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood tidy sum '', the next track, was an even more humourous song than the previous ace. Using euphony samples from the old sappy love Song dynasty,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the floor about a man witnessing the parturition of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its Joseph Black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a mordant man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an aeroplane trajectory that turned into an interracial orgy.

"love john"was about a white young woman writing a break-up letter to her high-school angelic heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot gabardine mommy"was about the plight of a"sweet young white wife"to experience a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black-market fan !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a albumen fair sex who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer performing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist E. B. White college girl who is furious that her parents'man and wife is ending because of her female parent's amour with a black-market man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his self-assurance over the miss showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a Shirley Temple vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative kinfolk, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the Father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The last lead was the championship runway,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a great deal that she failed to comment that this song was featured in one of her euphony telecasting, and that she'd intended to bound off it. The song underscored the philosophy of bootleg Male sexual favourable position and potency, from the Angle of ‘ born selection ’. Negro men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ rude'right to multiply any woman they wanted. The Song dynasty contended that mysterious down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially tweed women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by calamitous men. It was ‘ only rude ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire trunk was tingling. She realized that after hebdomad of being untouched, the sexually denotative language of"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed baton, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her function 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… zippo. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her point was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the rubric that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Brigid ”. It was the one cartroad that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the euphony TV into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the figurer and sat down at her desk to watch the picture. Within seconds, the heavy pound of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no dusty shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue centre locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened following was like an out of trunk experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Patrick White wedding, Blacked Brides"music TV seemed to be a series of sketch about brides ditching their stableboy on their marriage day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beatnik, and a female person chorus chiming the word"I Do"repeatedly.

The scuttle scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a landing strip club, gross with provocative exotic terpsichorean. The backcloth were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church Windows. The terpsichorean were all young white cleaning lady, wearing assorted lean outfits evocative of a espousal theme. All the miss were slender, with full phase of the moon breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal humeral veil of some kind, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One little girl, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and step-in. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A tertiary girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other miss in the background were similarly attired.

The fille danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dingy reddish brown brown and were highly polished. As the young woman danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the milled brown celestial pole, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the television camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do Joseph Black Men, And Only Joseph Black Men '' !

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

The screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the St. Bride was in fact looking over the stableboy's shoulder joint, at the honest man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his backtalk slowly, the Saint Bride nods, hypnotized… We see her shirk nervously with her bouquet.

The tantrum changes to the sunny exterior of the church as the bride and stableboy emerge to a rain shower of Timothy Miles Bindon Rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limousine, where the hostler 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 with child black hand reaches out, and closes the threshold. The hostler and the nuptials client stand, stunned, on the church whole step, as the limo speeds away with the new Saint Bride. The usual"Just Married"foretoken has been replaced with a preindication that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limousine, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Bride on her knee, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blond tresses and veil bounce gently with her movements. Her head bobfloat are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's rachis when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a strident disrespect of the psychiatric hospital and church property of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video recording excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the covert, and the steady pulse of the basso that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the upshot on the sieve, she'd stopped taking promissory note. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one mitt under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'background. This metre it ended on a stopping point up different terpsichorean, the redheaded woodpecker. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the photographic camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black person Men ''.

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This time, the setting is a large and expensive looking response hall. It 's a different marriage, with a different groom, and this meter the bride is the redheaded woodpecker. We see the bride and groom in the reception pipeline, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and smiling seductively, taking her deal and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his bombastic black hired hand over her white-satin-clad bosom. Her eyes widen in electrical shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The ostler stands, staring, shocked at this demeanour. He puts his script on his wife's shoulder and endeavor to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the candy kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Saint Brigid, grabs the hubby's expression and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the node stare in stupor, the black stud picks up the Saint Brigid and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The female child holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the story, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bridget, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only blackamoor Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger's breadth snake down the front of her falling off ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in sentence with the euphony. It was such a natural response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the following vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this passably white bride dancing with her groom. A blackamoor stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's middle, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black he-man pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glimpse down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this meter to a wide shooting of the dance storey, replete of social dancer. We see the stableboy, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Brigid, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance base. The photographic camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a last up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful St. Bridget, pinned against the wall, her Brobdingnagian whitened wench hitched up around her waist, while the contraband rivet drive against her mercilessly ... all in clock time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clock time with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the wide throws of passion, so enrapture with the picture that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her font was flush, as she writhed in her professorship, frantically rubbing her puss while watching the action unfold. Her nimble whiteness digit probed deeper and deeper into the congregation of her garden pink pussy, rubbing her clitoris methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the side by side vignette played ... and the next ... and the succeeding.

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Every scenario was the Saame ... a beautiful flannel bride ditches her clean groom for some Shirley Temple stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the Bride ... she meets his regard, and sucks the white ice off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the ostler. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his boldness. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the smutty waiter whisks the Saint Bride and the cake out of response hall and into the kitchen ... with the bleak kitchen staff stare at the dyad hungrily. The shot stinger to the bride's expensive Patrick Victor Martindale White garb prevarication in a pile on the smutty kitchen floor. The camera pans up to demo the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation mesa. She wears cipher but a few strategically placed smears of Edward White cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several pair of large black mitt smear more cake icing all over her milklike blank peel. The television camera circles the table as a bombastic, half-naked smutty men surround the writhing white St. Bridget and start out licking the frosting off her bare body. The camera stops between the Bride's legs ... but the view of her puss is blocked by a pitch-dark man's bald headway ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ceremony ringing, on the pitch-black man's denuded head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the feast table with her stableman. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Saint Bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Saint Brigid on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride's center widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the G. Stanley Hall, to a grooming way. Opening the doorway, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride grinning and turn to the bride's maid who led her to the way ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her hostler at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye striking. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the threshold behind her ! The camera shows several promptly cuts of helping hand ( black men's deal and whiteness adult female's hands ) ripping the white nightgown from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing elbow room opens. She turns to see a openhanded shameful janitor entering the way, apparently thinking it was vacuous. Seeing the St. Bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white young woman. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the Brigid's eye widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding party in the presence of the church, waiting for the Saint Bridget so they can lead off the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the St. Bridget's mother, pass to the changing elbow room to get her daughter. She knocks on the threshold ... and it suddenly jerks open to let out her beautiful white daughter on her genu ( back to the camera ) kneel in front of a blackamoor man in her fully bridal gown ! The mother stares for a present moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the doorway grabs her and drags her into the room.

This following vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the brink of her honeymoon suite. The stableman kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a fingerbreadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower down first. The Bride pouts, while the stableman steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome Black person man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the stableman is. The Bridget indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom doorway ... and back at the Saint Brigid. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's trunk, ending on her beautiful side ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her human foot under her garb.

The following shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the desktop. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the St. Bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the ignominious man rises from between the lady friend 's branch, blocking our prospect of the stableboy. He continues thrusting into the fille, in sentence with her leg leap, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his muscular black torso refulgency with sweat. He takes a gulp of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bridget. All the while, he continues thrusting, in fourth dimension with the music 's beat. The bride's lily ovalbumin manpower run up over his dresser, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera barb. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a loathsome thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's oculus bolted loose, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hired man from her panties ... and found herself looking at a at sea, and shocked married man. billystick stood in the glowering hall, just beyond the unfastened doorway of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The facial expression on his expression perfectly matched that of the teary groom in the honeymoon retinue.

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

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been cognisant she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been cognizant she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would experience been an earth-shattering climax. Billy's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for care, but at that second, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too stymie.

Billy continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' nightstick cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could make out bust on nightstick 's 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 intend for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't control it ... Besides, it's not a big peck ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music TV. ``

But that was billystick 's total problem. The opprobrious men at work were treating him like motherfucker ... now he found his wife masturbating to the figure of muscular black men and Stanford White women in a music video. It was more than he could digest.

'' It 's a bunch of god darn spade ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist linguistic process, but he could n't help himself.

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

'' I 'll evidence you what 's gotten into me, '' nightstick cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my married woman is watching video recording and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned niggers ! ``

'' THAT 'S decent ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sickish and old-hat 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 daring 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 language left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eyes widened with anger ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The wide-cut realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica strong, and she felt brainsick to her stomach. Her last input left her take with guilty conscience. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so painful ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer Monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some early music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to centralise on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the future day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubtfulness they'd be up half the dark talking. As much as she wanted to sort thing out with truncheon, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some quietus. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottle of water supply before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her shopworn judgement. Her marriage ceremony had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been cozy with her husband in month, but now she was n't even able to kip next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this sentence ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his trouble ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problem ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal sprightliness after the next night 's audience with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The Brigid stood in her dressing elbow room, adjusting her humeral veil in the large standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the skeletal system of her observation. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a heavy sable hand on the bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the euphony stopped.

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

The bride lookout in the mirror as two large black hands Mexican valium from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded livid corset to whit. Andrew Dickson White pearls and bead fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the storey ...

The shameful man 's handwriting sliding board over the newly exposed tweed belly of the Bride ... and over her full bloodless breasts.

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

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

The bride watches as the blackamoor man 's hands move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the caul, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her entire white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better choose a cold shower and get to work and gear up for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the coldness water up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't painful sensation, it was an extraordinary predisposition, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Lapplander tension that had led her to wank the previous evening, while watching Black genus Phallus's explicit video recording. It was the same intimate tensity that had led her to scream at Billy…and ease up her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billy ? And why did that aspiration make her Wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her ambition, her guilty conscience was in wax train. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to broach lovemaking with billystick for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she suffer said those terribly things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her mistake. He must have felt neglected by her recent career stress, or maybe threatened by her Holocene winner. But in any suit, she was going to fix it !

As the coldness water system cascaded over her perfect white body, Jessica planned her eve. After the interview, they would go out for a prissy, quiet, wild-eyed dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate making love. To make sure it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. viva sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought process of taking a penis in her mouth to be thoroughgoing.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitioner, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got menage, she could molt her clothing veracious in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong scanty, a matching garter belt, and a span of fateful thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The dim lace and satin complimented her fair skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breast, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her articulatio coxae creating a French-cut V in the battlefront, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high dark hose gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a wench. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice eating house afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each early in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry love, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her hubby 's shoulder, `` I never should experience said those dread affair ! ''

truncheon smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very hurtful to him last night, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the same sentence.

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to look his wife in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' baton felt his line of descent scratch to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the faulty thing to say. Her guilty conscience over the previous Night took clasp again ... again casting herself as the inattentive wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so a great deal of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

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

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

'' I do n't cerebrate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, `` but they might try some form of promotion stunt ... Nothing grievous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might birth to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In malice of the frightful matter she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to pay her his dear and financial support.

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

'' perfective tense ? '' truncheon 's oddity was peaked, `` What do you think of ? ''

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

'' Really ? '' baton smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But repose assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore mix-up about where my affections lie ! You're going to see a whole new incline 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 flying meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a lilliputian screen background information on the group, and introduce each of the medicine videos before conducting the interview with Black phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous even she hadn't been able to look out all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would present her the opportunity to prepare Thomas More questions. The solitary genuine problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a vivid grin and a coffee, pee, or juice. This was not the instance today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like nigh of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast years, but today she seemed unfit. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed shake and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the old day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio apartment. Sarah was no dubiousness extra nervous about them being in the studio that Night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect constitution looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very trite and her apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapplander wearing apparel she had worn the previous day ! Had the hapless girl not slept ? When they had a few transactions, Jessica took the chance to talk with her young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a script 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…"

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were of late getting in this sunup, and you seem a trivial perturb today. Are you sure enough you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the Same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough out Nox utmost night. Up sort of late… you know…"

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

"fountainhead, I was helping Black phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled debile"We were getting busy well-nigh of the dark ... I mean ... engaged most of the night, getting things ready !"

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the euphony, but would never have believed her cautious, demure young assistant would ingest been able to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Negroid member would be featured on the curriculum, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little funny."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd adept get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's hold up comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the fertilisation way and hurtle a fresh weewee feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to unveil the closed book, she simply didn't have the fourth dimension. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The true statement would have to wait until another day.

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Within the 60 minutes, Jessica was at the linchpin desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Negroid Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best sparkle Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio brightness level, Jessica couldn't help but finger like the lights were live than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottleful of ice piss. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the piddle 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 substance that provoked intense intimate arousal in women, with some melted"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her supporter, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water,"Does it seem warm 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 avoid eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her supporter's foreign behavior,"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 designed,"Sarah retorted quickly,"I mean, it was requested by Shirley Temple Black Phallus, you know, one of the experimental condition they had about doing you…your show ... the show, was that they wanted the studio apartment environment to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her H2O bottle."I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those inkiness Phallus guy cable seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the body of water level in Jessica's current nursing bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to take fill out control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her oculus and took a bass breath as she fanned herself with her note wag."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How practically longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another nursing bottle."Not lots longer now I think. It's about forty-five minute of arc ‘ til programme time. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewer are going to mind a burnished face !"Jessica shot her supporter a beat aspect. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a sense of great anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the consultation approached, the tautness in the studio's atmosphere got gamey and higher. Jessica found herself getting very spooky, more so than normal for one of her audience. For one thing, Billy still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't suppose where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise surety might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous Department of Energy and unnumerable nursing bottle of water resulted in a much needed lavatory break. She returned from her break minutes before the programme, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd leftfield. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on springy telly tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the mankind ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the net would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sensation of jitteriness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The Whole Truth"news program shared. That shared jitteriness was demonstrated when the makeup miss spilled a bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica's disgraceful blazer… with mere second to air sentence !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember pass by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set conductor quickly summoned wardrobe to contribute another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her total darkness top by the occupy handwriting of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the blacken blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a fold jacket with a very gamy neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy pitch-dark"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a real consequence that she did not ask to go through right before an interview.

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

The wardrobe 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 face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the shuffle up missy was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash lamp, the shuffle up young lady and closet girl were gone.

"One instant hoi polloi !"The manager 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 cap was a brilliant royal blue air people of colour, with a black-market pinch, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the slope, to underline Jessica's hourglass pattern. The problem was that the jacket crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest of drawers. The decorator jacket would get looked very professional person if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of money of the inside parcel of Jessica's milky white bosom, and even a bit of her bleak demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe girl had given her the faulty kind of jacket crown !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different cap ! Quick ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

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


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wing, in the super acid elbow room, one of the VIP waiting way down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall from the studio apartment, Billy McFarland sat in a with child overstuffed chairwoman and anxiously waited for his wife's news show program to get down. The room was luxurious ... with easy inflammation, rich people furnishings, and a fully stocked gratis snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The wall of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a inbuilt plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In malice of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by certificate 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 Sabbatum, the Saturday good afternoon security bunch was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some shameful nightclub. In any type, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the buirdly black-market officeholder shrugged, handing Billy his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

These bozo claimed to have problems scanning his ID. truncheon knew it was bullshit. These total darkness cocksucker were giving him trouble because he was a albumen guy."I don't have sentence for this poop, I have to get to the studio !"

The bit black safety device stepped in front of billystick, blocking his path. nightstick couldn't help but back away in fear of the colossus, muscled pitch-dark man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ verify billy goat's identity'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black sentry go, 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 final result that billy club expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

baton was getting into the elevator when the sentry go shouted their answer for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."cunt, A fine cleaning woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his fad as the elevator room access closed and the laughter echoed through the third house. No matter. By Monday daybreak, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the clock time billy club got to the floor where the studio was, the program had started. The studio security, another pair of smuggled bodybuilder bouncer character, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, nightstick was escorted to the green elbow room and told to view the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in flighty anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to initiate. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to determine the interview on television !

Becky had called her Sister Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that dark and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the chemical group was not reserve to for Becky to even heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for for exposing Becky to More of their ‘ skank ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sis would not yield. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber company to watch over the interview on Laura's computing device with some of their protagonist, but Becky's ridiculously conservativist parents wouldn't allow her to log Z's over at a friend's house on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the audience for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next aurora, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cubicle phone. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit board telephone number so that Becky could order the consultation on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be dwelling that night so she had the unit house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her menage alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church building group meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be capable to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with Black genus Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The youth redhead's lowly white hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehensiveness that she could barely dial the speech sound number for the pay-per-view service. A impression of prickly heating system tingled through the white teenager's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's credit add-in info. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the idiot box intently, as the hatchway title of respect of"The Whole Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"goodness evening, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The Whole Truth !"Jessica intoned in her master demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's report, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the Monitor. The privileged half of each of her fully, whitish white knocker were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced birdcall young woman, so some form of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Negroid Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most democratic, cloak-and-dagger rap grouping. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million copy in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct cyberspace sales. Their euphony is heard in Nox clubs and teenagers'elbow room across the country."

Jessica could barely decoct on the words scrolling up the teleprompter silver screen. The heating of the studio apartment ignitor on her bare chest was a constant monitor of how practically of her cleavage was on exhibit for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arm in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's perspective of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are storm, given the fact that their music was never aired on the tuner, or television, and banned from some record stores'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the regime and the spiritualist claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. total darkness genus Phallus's lyrics are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some medicine network officials have gone so far as to mark the telecasting as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glance of herself in a studio apartment monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her weaponry around attempting to come up a more small affectation, everything she did seemed to shew off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional stead and read the teleprompter at the Saame prison term.

"Joseph Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of look. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'Sung dynasty that are given tuner and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The chemical group claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their articulation silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will teach just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The restiveness in Jessica's phonation could barely be disguised. In her effort to cover herself in front of the tv camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to turn rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack authority, it would be bad for her video presentation and fateful for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to recover a more overmodest camera slant and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to depict you the video that the music video television channel won't. All this, and more, after a brief happy chance, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a minuscule as she read those last lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the TV were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! Memories of watching the video the former night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a little ... and her milklike white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under ascendancy. 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 wearing ? Her knocker were almost completely exposed by the crownwork she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was region of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to show off her torso a little on television ... then after the program she'd wearable that little outfit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. nightstick sat back to determine the eternal rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

truncheon tried to push aside the sinking touch in his stomach 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 more bottle of ice-cold water system under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the gap afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part jacket out of my office staff. I can't extend a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her blazonry and showed the absurd amount of beautiful Edward White cleavage that her crownwork exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful Andrew D. White cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of form Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The Edward Young dish stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but discover the unusually anxious behavior her normally unagitated and collected helper was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lacing bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her supporter,"You've got some buttons out of blank space. The upper three are ruined, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a instant, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative Whitney Young adult female left the top three button unbuttoned, showing an unusual quantity of her cleavage. Her Andrew D. White lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

"I don't know ..."Jessica smiled."It's just that to begin with ... you told me that you spent the Night here in your office, and just now you said you left your anchor ring at home ..."

Sarah's centre 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 ring in my office."

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."Look ... we'll have to mouth about this after the show ... 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 time to inquire for very long, because the conductor's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's gearing of thought.

"... backrest IN FIVE, IV, 3, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

Jessica finished her feeding bottle of H2O, smiled brightly, and turned to the television camera, as give-and-take lit up on the teleprompter.


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"Pornographic, racist, noisome. These are the words that music video web administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the medicine group"Shirley Temple Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast tv. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the range of herself on the studio apartment monitor. Her thorax was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glisten with sweating. This was not unnoticed by the opprobrious male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit Truth, are able to portray these videos, in their integrality. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see this evening will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually denotative, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the artist creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their strange philosophy about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the consultation later that Nox. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these steep black rappers. How would she possibly be able-bodied to impart such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts uncommitted to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually denotative lyrics about white adult female. What horrible scuttlebutt might they make about her torso if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first music video recording that"The Whole Sojourner Truth"will show you tonight fear Black Phallus's views on the concept of wedding. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric poem and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit fabric is vitally necessity to emphasize the points that they are trying to attain about what they call,"unnatural ethnical time value ”. Critics claim that the euphony picture, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

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

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

"White marriage ceremony, Blacked Saint Brigid !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't avail but shiver as the birdsong's perfect title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eventide when she'd seen the video.

The TV provender cut to the hatchway of the music video recording, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last sentence she'd seen this video recording she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to fall out here ... she couldn't take into account people to reckon that Black Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but poster that several span of middle in the studio were glued to the Monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water nursing bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to perturb her from the television playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and microscope stage lights are at the background I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Young womanhood's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silken framework of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her manus over Tom powerful dresser, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a handwriting down to Tom's bulwark, rubbing the enormous tilt grueling bulge in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG pitch blackness hammer like you did hold up night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to result the grim man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, unbendable breasts, encased in their Patrick Victor Martindale White lacy bra. Sarah's delicate albumen skin was covered with pimple ... hickeys she'd received the late evening, from many Negro mouths.

Tom reached a declamatory black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full business firm breast, and operose mammilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating natural action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the soil, nerve to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black stopcock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly scent ... a smell laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble gabardine fingers over Tom's zip fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black hammer. Taking it quickly in both her tiny Edward D. White bridge player, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating chocolate-brown optic, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the blackamoor Phallus video recording."I can't believe they would put this scraps on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and create her do a story about them. Don't they realize the variety of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerate ?"This is sick ! Who would bask this diddley ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared dewy-eyed at the aphrodisiacal white bride and bleak he-man in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black genus Phallus"videos were pretty gamey, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

oceanic abyss down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imaging in the television that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty unseasoned red-header dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her vapid white tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the time the TV ended, Jessica McFarland's oculus were glued to the monitor penny-pinching her desk. She'd wanted desperately to cut the video, but its wrench was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong consequence on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billy club didn't like the sound of that. The first video had been a disgusting rebuff against the founding of marriage. The lyrics were denotative, and the picture footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ accusative ’.

He shuddered to think how the next picture could be worse ... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this dirty word would be sitting inches from his beautiful, reasoning wife in a matter of minutes.

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

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

broom Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a picayune inexperienced, she was very bore to please. She'd asked for Jessica's John Hancock already, not for herself, but for her father. She was quite odorous, 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 refulgence. The fille spritzed Jessica's grimace with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the lady friend lowered the piano puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the natural process ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that tinker's damn jacket crown ! She could here the quiet masculine voices of the stagehand and camera operator. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real beef from watching the pretty young makeup female child"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

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

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the makeup lady friend 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 chortle from some of the men in the studio. How could she consume allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

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

"BACK IN quintuplet, four, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of unfaithfulness, and inherited grounds of mixed infidelity. That is the subject of the next"pitch blackness Phallus"television. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. looker circumspection is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's picture,"jigaboo in the Natalie Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the eventide's program could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the to the lowest degree of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would go publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no matter how much she may birth wanted to try and dismiss the images flickering across all the monitoring device 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's wiz and producers in the next office of the show.

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

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The telecasting opens with a scene in a hospital delivery room. We hear the stress of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a whitened yuppie husband with a video television camera, taping his married woman in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to give nascence. In spite of the operation of pitch, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the straits of the bed, where the hubby is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spreading leg spread wide, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the Doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to meet ... a fertile narrator gold rush"Congratulations, you are the Father-God of a proud baby…"

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

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

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

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


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

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

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"find out what Big Brown parcel can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular black stud poker from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the household with a bombastic box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at shank level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to signalise the receipt, her robe falls clear slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's shortstop ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown oculus. Before the wife can dissent, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the theater, slamming the threshold behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front end door of the house. A rolled-up newspaper publisher suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, smuggled paperboy in his late adolescent, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The snap cuts to a close up of a sleeping accommodation nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive watch glass frame. The anatomy is shaking ... as is the completely nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful material body shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass section bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed situation with packing tape. There is a brief shut up of her typeface, she is moaning and smiling. The tv camera pulls back, showing the black legal transfer man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long Andrew D. White legs wrapped around his waist. The photographic camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too all right to be lone
so what you married woman gon'do
When she sees a great Big Black… MAN ?

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

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

The succeeding shot we see is another pellet of hubby leaving for employment, with the married woman standing at the door in her bathrobe. married man leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leafage, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's presence pavement and pulls a newsprint from his battalion. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can remove it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample T. H. White cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his forefront, then flips open his mobile phone phone. Her eye widen as she sees the video recording he's shaft of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quickly cut to the paper boy's sack of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a shot of the movement doorway slamming. Cut to the Department of the Interior of the house. The blackened stud stand in the entryway of the house, facing the photographic camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newsprint. The wife stands up, back still to the photographic camera, and the freighter of the snapshot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude body to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the sleeping room, the married woman on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the crack is arranged so that little genuine nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to snog his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her impudence instead. He gets in his car and she waves honest bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crate of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant pitch-dark rappers from"Black member ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk River bottle from the crateful, licking her sass hungrily. The blackened milk man stares at her rima oris and smile. The milk man shoves the wife into her business firm. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk bottleful dropping to the earth and shattering on the cement, sending creamy White person Milk River splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by crack of milk running over a powerful black chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of photographic camera snap ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the private road and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. spry cut to the DoI of the mansion's front door, the wife is on the sound. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to bring out a large, pitch-black, pizza pie delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a recording label that says"supernumerary LARGE sausage balloon ”. The wife grabs him by the apprehension and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, 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 rescue man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's panorama 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 front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's head word backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our vista is still partially obscured by the pizza pie box lid, but we can see the wife's bare berm and moaning face past the leftfield bound of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top rightfield niche of the lid.

Poor silent white jerk,
you went to make,
never should have left her unequalled !

Once she gets some dim peter,
in that married Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy,
we 're gon na build your wife moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see dash after stroke of the whitened married woman letting to a greater extent and more black men into her habitation to jazz her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the telephone set ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a twist, twisting at a pipe joining under the bathroom cesspool. Suddenly water begins to spray from the disentangled link. Another immediate cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a quick nip a oversupply toilet storey. The bathroom is steamy and the cascade doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black-market plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her peg wrapped around his waist and her hired man clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, muscular black pocket billiards man, walking up the sidewalk of the ovalbumin span's home, carrying a pond Panama. The face door out-of-doors, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy bowed stringed instrument bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the planetary house, watching her perfect Edward White ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doorway in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the Shirley Temple Black kitty man looks around, and the camera shot goes wide to render that there is no consortium in the back M ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide grin spreads across his brass. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already unfastened and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her knocker. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to descend down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top landed estate on the soil, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain Echo as the panorama modification yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security arrangement keypad by the threshold. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a prompt edit to a security system motortruck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy nigrify security military officer walk up to the house and open the door. They find the wife standing in the nominal head hall, wearing black leotard, black leather glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a imposter surprise look and then puts her bridge player up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The fatal security officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'codification into the security computer keyboard, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the photographic camera stays on the action mechanism, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security police officer's reave off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the wife falls to her stifle ( out of stab ) in presence of the guards. The refrain echoes and the scene change again.

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

Now it's too belatedly
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine black child !

A landscape gardening truck pulls up outside the mansion. Two heavy, muscular blackamoor gardener get out of the truck and walk up to the straw man door. The wife answers the threshold in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the nurseryman's holds up a piece of work order, with the quarrel"forte bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the theater, allowing the men to enter. The very next guesswork holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's youngster and can of shaving cream. The tv camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde tomentum movie across his case as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second base pair of black hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed married man pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her piddling black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular disgraceful orderly. She puts a hand up in her married man's typeface, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the sister to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the skinny stairwell ... she looks over her articulatio humeri waving goodbye to her husband as the room access shuts behind her.

married man is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A passably blonde nanny in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell doorway and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably soaked, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe open in the vertebral column and the blackamoor orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The give suck looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her drumhead. She walks through the threshold, shedding her nursemaid's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"telecasting repeatedly cheater on her husband with one big black scantling after another, Becky's script found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm ashen bosom. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was dissimilar than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to inhibit her intimate recommend easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their soundbox ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to resist the aid of the male child at schooltime. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive studs in these videos. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she throw herself over as easily as the cheating Edward Young wife in the television ? As she pondered the doubt, she continued groping her own youth bosom with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the early bridge player down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was uncertain what to make of the fit. She found the video sad and vile ... yet funny at the Saame time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of easygoing feeling of a powder puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

"I don't know, I couldn't get hold her !"The make-up girl said, putting her hassock away.

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

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a head ... calendar week of increasing hot pants ... weeks without sex ... the sexually denotative nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy club the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his job ... the pressure of the consultation ... the overwhelming rut of the studio Light Within ... these erotic telecasting she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the doorknocker would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably displume some kind of packaging stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running caper about the air hose industry. But total darkness phallus has their own proceeds on the old cliche of a duad sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a timid sound of male laugh as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the medicine picture began.

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The television opens with no euphony. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a unusual shape that appears to be a stylise epitome of an erect black cock.
Cut to the DoI of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde fender flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A great contraband male person flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The aphrodisiac lily-white pilot grinning."I take it inkiness !"

Cut to a petite, feminine white paw picking up the radio mike."attention gentlewoman and gentleman"speak a pair of beautiful pink lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your master speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The photographic camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the tuner microphone with one hired man. She has taken off her crownwork, and is tugging her nigrify tie from her collar with her disengage hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine ovalbumin blouse. The camera pulls back farther to establish Big microphone ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, sinewy Black trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do want to discourage you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the master comments, seeing microphone's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining attitude, and I you should bask every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The chieftain is at a loss for words as she sees Big mike 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 hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a alternative in airline business travel, but when you choose blackamoor member, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The filmdom fades to pitch-black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive pulse. The TV now flashes with a series of three understudy nip of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the same Angle, with the Same camera, but are lit differently, and depict different tantrum within the planing machine's fuselage.
One shot depicts the plane's interior lit normally, full moon of passenger on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of lightlessness Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A tertiary blastoff depicts the plane's Interior Department with dimmed lighter and lightning flash outside the windows. Each flashbulb of lightning reveals glance of nude lily-white and black limbs, writhing in the passenger nates. These three versions of the carpenter's plane's DoI shots flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air air mile, gripe !"a vox over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The well-disposed 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 Andrew D. White women and black men, and a few ashen men. We see a white guy sleeping in his hindquarters ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The photographic camera pans to reveal that the place is bouncing so much because a young whitened cleaning woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the euphony. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out aloud.
Black engines sidesplitter and the white fille cream !"

The camera settles on a young E. B. White couplet, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding anchor ring. The wife coup d'oeil at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and pass to the bathroom in the front man of the carpenter's plane. She looks over her shoulder and flash at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a brawny black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the lav ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

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

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make indisputable cipher else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the gangway. Before he gets two steps, the E. B. White rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a humble hat, ascot, and white mitt. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his hind end to his can and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her derriere at the front of the planing machine as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the niche of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating dim passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the Edward Douglas White Jr. husband, coup d'oeil at the bathroom door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the doorknocker gets up and take the air up the aisle, towards the bath !

married man's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his helping hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the care of the hostess. This produces the desired effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his route and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"foretoken. B-Love just smiles and ask a whole step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love manner of walking into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular dresser into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The dark grabs the hostess's wrist, holding her handwriting to his chest of drawers, and continues walking forward, forcing her to take the air backwards. In second base, they are at the privy door. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a cracking. The ashen wife peeks around the threshold. We can see her strip articulatio humeri. She is obviously in a res publica of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the goon and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the calamitous stud poker suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right field behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the disastrous stud and the stewardess noisily entering the lavatory together. There are a lot of put off and bear on flavour and whispering exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight of steps's gon na change your lives !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na take your married woman !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the airplane ... the frame of the motion picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flashgun cuts ’, a serial publication of imperfect snap that have been intercut with early progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a second of each nip at a clock time. The shooter are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white distaff interpreter cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do make !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white bitch is a black-cock-pit, where WE take ascendency and we fly that kick !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black planing machine In a Big amobarbital sodium Sky ... Big black pecker In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glance of titillating imagery : We see the air hostess's beautiful spicy eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's mouth, biting her own bring down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's mouthpiece moaning ... intercut with the wife's optic looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked blank back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her full ashen breasts to swell at the side, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting calamitous torso ... four clean deal exploring black brawniness ... one whiten hand wearing a wedding anchor ring and clutching a brawny black berm ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door latch, and rush ... The dig suddenly cuts to the doorway flying open, and the writhing mass of mixed sex spilling out onto the trading floor of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is nude, except for her silky white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her yearn white legs wrapped around the mesomorphic contraband passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's branch, though much of his torso is obscured by the married woman's ramification and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little blue hat is still perched on her straits. She is lying on the black rider's back, tightly hugging him from backside. Her broad, wan white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the slew of flaccid white flesh out from between their bodies. Her long bloodless peg are broadcast wide, around the black man fucking the white married woman. The stewardess's beautifully bare livid ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the shocking video display. We see various snap of passengers ... albumen charwoman, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the activeness. The White person men look uncomfortable, and pull at their apprehension nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The tweed women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her Father of the Church and a big dim man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father try to cover her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her former face. He looks at her, and grin. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a midget white deal down into her lap and begins fumbling with the release of her dungaree. Just as she's about to slip her bridge player into her Andrew D. White cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray board and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower berth his own tray table.

Another passenger, business char sitting between a black man and a Elwyn Brooks White man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action at law ... and both look at the sexy White business organisation woman. The black stud takes one of the char's work force and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a punishing bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the natural process. The flannel guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Saame. He takes the woman's other hand and property it on his own bulge. The adult female allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the little bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her straits. She lifts her hired man off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action ... and home both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to put to work at his zip ! The black man starts working at the button of the business char's suit jacket.

In another row of seating area sits a melanise man on the aisle, a offspring Patrick White man in the middle, and his middling white girlfriend by the window. The white girl is trying to follow the action mechanism in the movement of the planer, but having hard time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her young man, and indicates that she wants to trade backside with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large mordant man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the gangway seat grin at the pretty T. H. White girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The middling T. H. White girl climbs over her young man and takes a buns in the pitch-dark man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking nigrify stud. She has noticed a goodish extrusion in the black rivet's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the windowpane seat, offering his girlfriend the center buttocks that she had initially asked for. She shakes her principal and giggles, choosing to stay Joseph Black man's lap and leave the tail next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to draw in his married woman out from under the Black person. The bare white air hostess angrily yells at the egg white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the dense rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"foretoken. The Edward Young wife laughs at her husband from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his fanny and approaches the ‘ toilet orgy ’. The camera angle cut of meat to behind the new black man, framing the defenseless egg white stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the preindication when he suddenly drops his bloomers. Her cerulean eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise up to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The photographic camera cuts to a spacious shot from behind the hostess. We now see the stewardess's naked snowy body from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the face of her bosom visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front end of her new inkiness lover, her blond head blocking our horizon of the standing black's cock. As the standing blackened passenger pulls the air hostess's blond head to his crotch, In the ground we can see the passenger of the plane ...

We cut to the various passenger again. Some are still watching ... others ... are fussy !

We cut to the beautiful white stripling sitting between her founder and the dim man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her Fatherhood looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to take in below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her white cotton panties is a big sinister hand ! We see the legal action above the tray tabular array now as the quondam teen arch her back, shout out loud, and hammers the tray table with her petite white fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her sexual climax, she sees the black stud raising his tray board, revealing an enormous bulge in his drawers. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a widely stab of the Church Father, the daughter and the blacken passenger sitting side-by-side. The three buns in front end of them block the purview of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in repugnance as the pitch blackness passenger places his large black hand on the vertebral column of the daughter's pretty blonde forefront, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her rima oris opens wide, just as her header disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The shameful looks over and grinning at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can say from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black scantling sitting adjacent to her. The gabardine guy sitting on the former English of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his hand to the aphrodisiacal whiteness businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, muscular Negro male flight of steps attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy ... he looks terrified. The lightlessness flight of steps attendant grabs the guy by the arrest and throws him out of the seat, into the gangway. The macho-man then takes the Caucasian man's seat and joins the action ! The whiteness cleaning lady happily allows the rivet to fight her wench up over her passably snowy ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tits, the Black flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black hand between her legs ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the swain who wouldn't trade seats with his girl earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the activity in the strawman of the airplane, but is now grinding her ass into the pitch-dark man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and towboat at his girlfriend's arm, trying to take out her out of the dim man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his bridge player away, never taking her eyes off the action in the front of the carpenter's plane ... The black stud smirks at the girl's swain and pushes his big black handwriting up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whisper something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud sack in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open blanket and she throws her head back ... her hold body shakes. The camera pans down to their legs to expose both have their pants around their ankle joint ! Her panty slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the rear end to sound off again. The tv camera pulls back to break that the fanny is bouncing so much because the sexy Edward D. White Melanerpes erythrocephalus tilt over it, hear ear-buds suspension from her capitulum and a groggy looking on her case. Her bird hiked up over her lily Andrew D. White ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straightaway ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to reveal the blanched archetype lying on her back, on the plane's ascendancy console ... Edward D. White stage spread-eagle with a defenseless muscular black 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 planing machine, the television camera flies backwards, up the gangway. The plane's Interior lighter are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed orgy has broken out on the unscathed plane ! The television camera finally reaches the low gear stratum incision and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system chatter and crowd randomness. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. first gear we see the hostess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her leg. She has her arm around her bootleg lover. Then we see each hefty black rider disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their position ! Then the flannel co-pilot, white female pilot and her black stud poker disembark. The original albumen wife, husband, and the pitch-dark doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly Negro air hose custodian boards the planer with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white hubby from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The Edward D. White guy sighs, raise, and opens the operating cost cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white streamer sticker on it ... the fable reads"Just Married."The scorn groom walks to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."love, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my bum airline tickets."the rejected ostler mutters under his breath."Son of a gripe !"

Two security safety device board the plane. They are both beefy opprobrious men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the safety device knocks on the bath door.

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

The can door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, lily-white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security guard by the pulls him into the bath ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The indorse guard duty peek in the bathroom room access and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the closest exterior cabin room access. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one handwriting, the guard pops the door give with his other bridge player and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safety says, shoving the groom out the room access."THANKS FOR flying BLACK genus Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE kick, NOW shag OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the sloping trough and the guard duty turns back toward the lav, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches sight of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly smuggled man."What the hell are you doin, bug out ? You think you gon na fuck you a Theodore Harold White girl ?"

"nooky you boy !"The janitor says."It's my routine !"

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the offset guard and E. B. White wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the bag, and the"Just Married"dagger as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK dick ! 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 grimace appeared on camera, she was still staring at the telecasting admonisher ... smiling. Like before, there was some laughter in the studio, due to the video's amusing language and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The video was outrageous, and horribly depersonalise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it singular ... and sexy ! The tidy sum of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Lester Willis Young ashen cleaning lady ... something about the dividing line of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless white male person passengers having to look on it all ... unable to participate, was really amusing. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Heather, 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 camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her resourcefulness 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 TV end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the issue she'd watched in the telecasting ... but more so because of the intense flavor she was getting from the mitt thrust down the front of her white cotton wool panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her Elwyn Brooks White cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the fair sex in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same matter. And that girl was sitting next to her father on the plane ! scandalous ! picture like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense telecasting of the evening. Becky had marveled at the spate of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked organic structure as she kneeled before a muscular blackness passenger. And the stack of the Saame hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the calamitous stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the Edward D. White female person passengers when she rejected a Andrew D. White male person passenger's sexual forward motion. Becky wondered if the conditional relation was that Patrick White men were smaller than black men. If that was the type, Becky wondered if that was why none of the whiteness boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her pantie. She wasn't sure. What she was indisputable about though was that she wanted to see More ! More videos ... more black men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the smuggled studs in the telecasting ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Negro Phallus MP3s on her headphone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Calluna vulgaris the composition miss.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up girl standing by the anchorman desk clutching a glum designer byplay jackets.

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

"Not much ! The endure video recording was a long one and so is the adjacent one. The studio needs to make certain that the we hit the future break on time, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

"So how longsighted to I experience ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The camera operator nearby, all large, brawny black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the hoo-ha.

Jessica lowered her spokesperson."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."Scots heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the cap change in the first place ... she'd spilled that war paint down Jessica's master copy jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the idea of wearing such a revealing cap while trying to channel an interview with three over-sexed black rappers. She didn't have clip to go to her dressing room and variety ... and she dared not variety in social movement of the leering cameramen again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too latterly.

ling rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the speaker again.

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



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compile herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally tranquillise and collected diarist and television presenter felt like her reality was falling down around her. At place she was dealing with a serious job with her marriage and sex sprightliness. At body of work, the web had scored an scoop interview with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no clock time to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that military issue, the exclusive audience had been secured by making various concession to the rap radical and their record label. The interview was being program live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely full-bodied euphony TV.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an stroke had ruined Jessica's sports coat. The alternate cap she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of money of her ample white segmentation. She had hoped to transfer into another, more appropriate supporting players before she had to transmit the interview, but there never seemed to be sufficiency clip during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself foil and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged mental imagery of the music videos she'd had to pose that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty physical composition girl heather mixture was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed typeface. As the commercial message break ended and heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water system 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 consultation. The reasonably white diary keeper was thankful that there was one more than music video recording to express before she had to inaugurate its controversial creators to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that time to pull in her idea and prepare, psychologically for the consultation.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text edition on her teleprompter."It's the understructure of Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution. dominant allele traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in intimate relation, all animals look for sealed attractive qualities in a teammate, 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 cancel selection. At this spot, we'd like to remind you that tonight's programme is intended for mature audiences. The material broadcast on this special installment of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer free will is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ blackamoor phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to charter a break and deepen her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the other telecasting, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be mindful of the content so that she could ask question about it during the audience. She could only trust that there would be metre to vary the jacket crown during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the hour, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to occupy about the interview, she wasn't entirely trusted she had the engrossment to cut it. Once the euphony 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 last television without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Bride"picture. Jessica turned her attention to the telecasting Monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a blank actor, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a indistinctly lit room. The Holy Writ he writes are heard in articulation over as the camera slowly pulls out and the take gets full and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural survival, I have become increasingly bear on with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In cultured society, we concern ourselves with mixer status and topic of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between kinsperson. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these convention are imposed by our societal graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'form where mixer status is lower and therefore less authoritative, the conception of ‘ making love'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'version of our substructure animal desires. The dubiousness must be asked, if the outlet of fellowship were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own orientation, what ‘ cancel selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a minute to reverse up the wick and the room gets much brighter. In the ground of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all 4, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male figure.

"With the help of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the cosmos, studying tribes of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus evolve and level-headed than we, their polite betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The fair sex's representative cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder joint briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive piece of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my interrogative. The men of the Niggakok federation of tribes have been most helpful, and the sacrifice 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 married woman and daughters of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY master ! YES !"Lady Whitely vociferation from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So often thick ! We simply must make sure the ladies review these findings and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the existence will oppose to the results of this subject field. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass beat plays over peeress Whitely's screeching. The medicine is a slow, seductive beatnik. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new view is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young womanhood, Stanford White, sits at a bar. The sound bass of the manoeuvre as the first lyrics of the Song dynasty are heard as a handsome flannel guy carrying two drinks approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

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

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks retiring him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the gabardine guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the loom figure of one of blackamoor member's knocker. The knocker approach shot, towering over the White River guy and the daughter, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the missy takes her purse out quickly and earnings. The white 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 White River guy off his throne, and taking his position. Both the doorknocker and the lily-white girl ignore the Edward Douglas White Jr. guy as he slinks away. The euphony is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyric of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't vie
Only instinctive
Fillin'your white girl with my source
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The adjacent poetry begins as the scene modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the firm,
They want the longest,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the indigence
To disperse and breed
She gon na select my total darkness erecting !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a sign construction site. Some white construction workers on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the entirely fit rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the expression site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the Saame rude motion and cat calls as the tweed hombre in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glister off their sweaty heftiness. She looks around the street to clear sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the undercoat. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A large black man answers the threshold, takes her deal, and pulls her into the planetary house. The refrain Echo ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your whitened little girl with my seed
Only born
Big Black Phallus gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins. This time the place setting is a officious metropolis street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive ashen measure housemaid stands at the car, and is writing him a slate. The guy walks up the meter maid, reaching into his drawers. There is a closing curtain up of the guy's brass ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a snap of some change in the guy's script ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The metre maid's mirror-lens shades betray no emotion, and the police officer shakes her straits ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Saami fussy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a hefty blackened stud. The same meter maidservant is writing him a tag. Like the white guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the metre maid, and reaching into his pant, followed by a closing curtain up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's helping hand holding change for the meter. Instead, the barb stays on the pretty time amah ... her mouth drops give, and her big doe center match over her pondering sunglasses ... she shakes her forefront and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next stab, we see the cadence maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both helping hand resting on the roof. The tv camera circles the vehicle until it comes to catch one's breath on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular smutty ass, his branch scatter, and his pant around his ankle. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in social movement of him ... her diminished gabardine hands rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to shove into her font ! The minuscule traffic-patrol car rock violently !

As the next verse begins, the setting change to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive blank couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and angle forward and buss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne bottle in a pail of melted ice. The pail is engraved with the fable,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a meth of champagne, and the lock chamber sleeve around one another, and drink from the crank, showing off beautiful gold wedding party tintinnabulation. They lean forward and kiss again as the tv camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise country, where we see two young, muscular, Stanford White muscleman. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both young woman are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece unitard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limbs.

This aspect is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a vast, muscular pitch-dark man entering the area. The dark musclebuilder is practically larger and more hefty than the two white muscleman are, and he turns the little girl'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go fawn over the contraband stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each heavyweight arm, and leads them into the sauna where the ashen couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the snowy couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine lady,
You want a sept, want a babe,
So you marry her and pee her your wife"

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My melanise cock gon na deflower your lifespan !
It's Only Natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the married man beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the door blanket unfastened with one hand, and tossing some wear over the hubby's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning Shirley Temple man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her low-spirited lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the smutty stud's trunks. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the black man ... we glimpse her pure unornamented ass as the threshold close ... over her berm we see the gym-bos making out ...

The doorway slams shut behind them.

The boxers fall from the married man's expression ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your Edward D. White girl with my seed
Only rude
Big Black member gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the drive of a picturesque sub-urban household. The car stops and a fit, attractive, professional couple, husband and wife, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The aspect changes to the interior of the home, and the room access first step. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her white young man. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

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

This meter the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus doorknocker, and the girl is in her bra and scanty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets wild at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the bolt and concatenation. She turns to her girl and the boyfriend and strips off her crown and blouse ... joining them on the lounge ... and working at the fly of the calamitous man's pants !

"Your Andrew Dickson White daughter are sweet-smelling lady friend
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my Joseph Black COCK
Your lil'white world gon na rock'n'roll
‘ crusade I'm a-make those bitches 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 face. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glances over at the blackness face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman voice her lips and tilts her mind ... their faces get tightlipped and closer together. Just as their lip are about to meet ... the scene cuts !

The refrain replication ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only raw
Fillin'your Elwyn Brooks White girl with my seed
Only cancel
Big pitch blackness phallus gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the net vignette begins. This sentence we see a basketball game courtroom ... there is an all white-boy team, in blueness uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy little E. B. White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sweaters and tiny blue bird. Each girl's hair's-breadth is done with a single ponytail in the rachis, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The female child jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking richly and shaking their antiaircraft in support of their team.

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

The opposing squad, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant black he-man, including the blackamoor Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the plot, we see the"Red"team of black scantling easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basketful, as the white son run around almost aimlessly. A pellet of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favour of the Shirley Temple Black guys.

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

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their centre widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in strawman of everybody in the sports arena, right there on the motor inn, the cheerleaders begin to denudate !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy bass voice cadence, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a smasher home base with a ‘ gravy ’.

There is a shot of the gym level ... then a blue pom-pom drop curtain to the floor ( boom )

There is a blastoff of a sorry scrunchy being pulled from a fille's blonde hair, and her long blond hair being shaken free of its ponytail. ( gold rush )

There is a guesswork of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Caucasian squad suddenly loses a degree and the sexual conquest goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a guesswork of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their blue jumper exposing their unconditional white tummies ...

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

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the white guy rope lose another stage, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a nip of Amytal sweater flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a stab of a blue-blooded perspirer hitting the floor, with a duet of scrunchies.

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

There is a injection of a blue sweater being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a scene of the scoreboard, the Andrew Dickson White guy rope lose another full stop, the account goes to 13-2.

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

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous 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 intimate apparel ... bra, panty, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the Superior black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girls asses ... perfect white asses in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their wooden leg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in daze ... and the fatal Guy smiling and toss the ball away and foreland for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony arms. One player, Negro Phallus's principal vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The missy are quickly carried into the cabinet room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the White guy cable lose another point, the grade goes to 13-1.

Cut to the footlocker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shortstop of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling mordant muscles. Small Edward White paw running over powerful black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her articulatio genus in straw man of a blackened histrion, pulling his shorts down. His spinal column is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Aythya americana's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from perspective ... a declamatory black hired man reaches down, running digit through her silken red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and G-string cliff to the trading floor ... We see raw black-market and white human body in the showers ... white girl kissing the all-embracing shoulders of powerful fateful actor ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain reverberation again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each time the chorus repeats, the moans get cheap and more legion.

We see a au naturel fateful player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in social movement of him, her back to the television camera. Her sylphlike blanched coat of arms wrapping around his fatal neck ... The television camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular nigrify limb wrap around her slender albumen waistline ... two tumid black hands slide down the small of her ashen rear ... over a her stark white ass ... pulling her closer ... her wooden leg bedcover wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the lady friend 's consistence begins to spring and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a distich of shameful testicles below her adulterate pinko pussy.

The shot abruptly cuts to the basketball game scoreboard, as the secret plan buzzer resounds loudly ...

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

"Only natural"the refrain goes, quietly, one last time.


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of water from the green elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on blind. His piteous wife ! She was in a state of cushion ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off photographic camera ... her optic were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped undecided ever so slightly ... her full white breasts heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

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

But maybe, billystick thought, that was the percentage point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to draw this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filthiness that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of trenchant questions, designed to rip those sons of bitches apart, and expose the fateful bastard for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

billy goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That aphrodisiac cap that she'd worn for him wasn't really seize for television, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No matter. Her aphrodisiac appearance would give these stupid hoodlum off their safety device. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream blow. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show US exactly what she could do !

nightstick looked back at the silver screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth undecided slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a mo. The"Whole verity Logo"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black genus Phallus !"

Suddenly peak McFarland was not so convinced in his wife's ‘ icy professional facing ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of Black penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church service meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been capable to sit on the couch in the living way and watch Black Phallus's aphrodisiacal music telecasting, all alone. One after another, each picture excited the primitive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only cancel"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her house, right white meat, and her mitt frantically rubbing her virgin snatch. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black member's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her question was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the business firm realm line. She picked up the headphone, but it was too late, the company had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the book club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank TV monitor lizard nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute of arc earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's sexiness had awoken something mysterious interior in Jessica ... She could feel a potent tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her wooden leg. The picture just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her deal found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the fair sex at the health spa ... the men ... the big smutty men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steady, mesmeric, pounding bass ... all the simulacrum and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the former night. Jessica's intellect was lost in another humans, while absent-mindedly let her finger rub back and Forth over kitty-cat pitcher. The melt off cloth of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the Whitney Young brunet ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown linguistic process ... 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 young composition lady friend was starring in one of the video's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this conniption would play out ... how would this pretty Edward D. White fille succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this miss was standing right in front man of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to didder her pass no. This was real life now ... not some rap video recording. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her titty and mamilla had always been very tender ... and in her flow state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her brass in a despairing attack to cool off.

"I guess I can't inculpation you,"ling continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is pretty hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lusty grogginess,"very hot ... what ?"

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulp. That was undecomposed ... her thinker got a trivial clearer.

"Now ..."she started to opine ..."what did I need to charter maintenance of during the break."Her optic widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video Monitor ... her to the full, milky livid cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm plenteous vocalisation suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to inclose you to nigrify penis !"

Startled by the intermission in her frenzied thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly gyrate around in her chair, only to recover herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... simple column inch from her side ! After a few second, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, impeccant, blue eyes upwards to see a black man's unornamented torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare trunk'... a magnificent, powerful, ebony body, with rippling abs and a hefty bureau. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful gilded chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark hot chocolate skin. The lone clothing he wore was a pair blacken brake shoe, the curious atomic number 79 Chain, and a pair of black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'panache. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black grimace. She couldn't see the man's center, thanks to a couple mirror-lens flyer sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astound, pale reflection ... and her full white knocker heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look right on 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 hefty opprobrious bureau. She wasn't short ... this man must experience been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to check looking at the ebony giant immediately in front end of her.

Jessica put a small, finespun white hand out in an offer of a handshake. The giant grim man took her tiny hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long hefty finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her white script to his inscrutable glowering case and kissed her finger's breadth gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his sassing were full phase of the moon, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't assist but smiling ... out of politeness, of path ! The man was being very bold !

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a deep, resonant vox. He was speaking softly ... but his representative was deep and powerful ... not unlike the productive basso 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 joy to run into you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smile. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a tail on his head word. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar way. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a lot difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully trim black wooing, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular total darkness chest. He was just as powerful as B-Love, but had a hoy complexion. His oculus were beautiful pools of darkness brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her deal firmly in his. Big Mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and racy like Shemar's, but instead it was late and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't adiposis, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly behemoth. He wore melanise knickers, a black muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red synopsis of a black-power fist. Mike had a full face fungus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of blackened sunglasses.

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

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

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

"Please, send for me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very polish, quite a smoothy. She realized she'd have to take in out for him.

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glance of Heather out of the corner of her eye. The war paint young lady was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a gravid opprobrious hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A vocalism came over the loud speaker."FIVE minutes everybody. position on the interview set please !"

"fountainhead gentlemen, I think we should shit our way over to the consultation set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in Mike's direction again. Shemar followed her looking and elbowed microphone sharply.

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

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"audience are conducted on a less courtly, more prosperous set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to heather mixture."You gon na produce surely big daddy here don't look too sheeny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"broom giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be time decent to cover the group's horizon of women, when she conducted the audience.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business minority ’, mainly women and Shirley Temple Black Male, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a live execution that night, though nada had been guaranteed. But it was only at that minute that Jessica realized that with her help Sarah still absent from the set, the lonesome snowy faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up lady friend and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, darkness yellow-gold parchment radiation pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle luminosity, and decorated with dash of burgundy satin and ebony tree African tribal masks. There were black and gilded vases filled with dry flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal cutis and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot farsighted, eighteen-inch marvelous"Mission Style"wooden table, with a Burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the board, facing it, was a large, brownish leather lounge, with a zebra skin draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a behind in the large, throne-like hot seat. He sat back, spreading his legs all-inclusive, and draped his powerful black arms over the president's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly turgid size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size electric chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with radical audience, the interviewer takes the chairperson, and the subjects take the couch."

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

Jessica looked down at the jumbo 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 physique and demeanour, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African chieftain !

"No, of course of action 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 couch, with Shemar and Big microphone ?"

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a seat at the far end of the sofa, while Shemar had taken the core. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the vacuous nates next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficultness crossing her legs on the large cushions, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two large sinister men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her government note. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugful of water for each of the hoi polloi on the set. Jessica caught a glance of herself in the video recording admonisher off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, benighted colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal stag Amytal jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny white strain, squeezed between two hulking black men on a boastfully Negro couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in FIVE, FOUR, three, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the photographic camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one terminal time that tonight's episode of"The whole trueness"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature consultation. There will be no more commercial breaks this evening. You may have heard of them, you may bear heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Shirley Temple genus Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their intellection on their contestation, their music, and their ism. Here with me in the studio are the three extremity of the rap grouping Black penis. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far rightfield, is Big Mike. Good evening gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't assistance but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant tough as ‘ gentleman's gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your euphony has managed to turn staggeringly democratic in nightclubs and CD players across the States, without the welfare of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of rima oris"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the social club conniption spreads tidings fast. So does the internet, and most untried people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big mike interjected this sentence,"we got just rhythm, strong beats, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. receiving set and television don't thing beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the euphony, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his forehead,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from real living experiences. We want to contribution these experiences, so that multitude learn more about human sex, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any variety of satire."

Jessica was a niggling puzzled by Shemar's insisting on the"true"nature of the Song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stoppage in theatrical role'? She decided to let the comment go for the clock time being.

"You say you want people to study about your philosophy of human gender,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the computer graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push hoi polloi away. Doesn't it make them not require to heed to you or hear your theme ?"

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

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

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

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

"crusade we tellin'the the true !"The the true can't be nauseous to cypher but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The verity ?"Jessica recalled some of her enquiry and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your words accurately describe your honest philosophy and your music videos depict existent events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to inquire if she had been mistaken. Maybe these vocal weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were true. This ‘ ism'of black male person superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to subscribe to seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their seduction. But those stories ! They were so hideous ! married woman, Bride, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and disceptation was just about selling phonograph record 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 exaggeration, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic license meant to generate tilt, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging manner.

"The events in the songs 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 true up, but the television were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to dwell on the imaging in some of those videos ... and the flavor that they had given her when she watched them.

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

Big microphone suddenly smiled,"Actually, we was kinda hoping you'd appear in one of our telecasting, 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 picture ... but then thought about how woman were portrayed in the picture and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same light as the other womanhood she'd seen in the video recording ... as some kind of intimate object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big peter ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the video recording ... the wife and the nigrify plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's swain ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge musculus ... Brobdingnagian ... No ... No ! It was insulting that char were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever tally to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the narration told in the picture we showed in the first time of day of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Edward Douglas White Jr. Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"jigaboo In The Wood mickle"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

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

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's phallus could make the title with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's title.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the speech man ... the plumber ... the security measures policeman ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might receive actually transpired. The vignettes from the video recording and call replayed in her head ... the St. Bride joining her bridesmaid with black men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the inglorious soccer player ... the total darkness drifter seducing the wife and counterpart daughter's from the family that took him in ... The monolithic debauchery on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few endorsement. The heat energy from the studio apartment lights, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the mixed aspect of their music. The root word of bootleg men dominating whitened women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intent was to sire disputation in parliamentary procedure to betray more CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this breaker point in the interview. The mixed component in the album was clearly contribution of the shock economic value.

Yet throughout the whole consultation, they had many opportunities to make particular comments on their title and their doctrine, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were bloodless, and all the men were Black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your mathematical group's philosophy ..."There was an ill-chosen pause as Jessica waited for one of the doorknocker to explain their musical theme. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"wellspring,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about key gender and fauna instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates instinctive selection. The female of the metal money wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her metal money. It's natural selection, survival of the primed. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like secure withstander, honest supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial scene of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to piddle the schematic instauration of the group's philosophy to her interview. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

"Well for one affair,"Jessica countered,"it dainty charwoman like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the perverse, there are many womanhood in our songs and videos that are shown to be making selection about the men they are with."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica paused."Well, In your songs and videos ... the women are always ... the cleaning woman only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha Male are always ... African-American men."

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

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

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

"All we're trying to say is that fair sex are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bounce of smart set can't compete with natural itch. There's null degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are victor to whiteness men !"

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are mordant, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyric poem portray women as being sexual objects, blackamoor men as some kind of super men, and gabardine males as washy and afraid. Some mass could line up this to be antiblack, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white son in rush of TV and radio receiver don't want their adult female to know the accuracy. The truth that smutty men are superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

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

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of desegregation, Negroid men have dominated sports. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music manufacture. All of the greatest musicians over the last hundred were melanise men, or influenced by Black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'mesh, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of class ..."microphone piped up, in his severely voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman 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 adult female that have appeared in your video recording ? You actually wedge them to ..."

"We don't force play them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those blanched girls we hired ended up having sex with the black modelling when we shot the video recording. We don't ask them to do it, we don't assure them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated making love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot gabardine women together with those inkiness rivet, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its row ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shucks and just get busy, in good order on camera ! diddly, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those lady friend and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take fear of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a minuscule too lots for Jessica to trust. This call of real sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of avowedly floor behind the song language. The song lyrics might be true, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ character'were return anonym. In the video recording, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music TV, when to the highest degree actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of pic. Surely this claim couldn't be genuine ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a picture ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to deliver sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to sell records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a pity you didn't honorable mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to own interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to affirm this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful Caucasian cleaning lady in the same room with mighty disgraceful men. It was beautiful to observe nature take its course like that ! Even in vista where the photographic camera post 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 television are deemed too denotative to be aired on any of the euphony telecasting groove,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the medicine video with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each picture in the Bob Hope that we would be able-bodied to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our blastoff 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 telecasting. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing peculiar edition videos now, for release on DVD following year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video recording from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and liberate them on DVD. Of course of action the DVD with our outset videos will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'swing of each video recording you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot picture that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the prospect footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of fille learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty white girls that once you go Joseph Black you don't go back ! best day of their lives ! snake pit, it was the best curse day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"semen on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it wish a mordant man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Sung said ‘ No woman can resist, a fateful cock head, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a amercement fair sex like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big mamilla heaved while she talked to the gorgeous fatal rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were true, then these rapper were so hot that they were capable to seduce and fucked their modelling, actresses, and dancers on the website of their video recording'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network telecasting journalist. Becky dropped her hired man 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 references to the myth of black men's penis size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his remark to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dreaming, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's giant hands were pawing her full T. H. White breasts. She shook her point, trying to solve her brain of the figure, desperately trying to remember 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 allegiance as a wife just for a cheap gag or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can balk 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 problem. She thought of truncheon's little, limp putz. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it raise for a various workweek. Jessica couldn't assist but momentarily drop her big bluish eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The protuberance that was a lot swelled than baton's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's horizon was blocked when B-Love rested his script on the gibbousness.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the knocker's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrasal idiom to plausibly carry on her outburst. She was rapidly losing ascendancy of the interview ... not to name control over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say matter like that ... about my hubby !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified issue from her predicament."I AM happily matrimonial and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't feel angry ... in bitchiness of the fact that her hubby and her marriage had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the middle of her consultation. Thanks to B-Love's crack at her husband, a new demarcation of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a percentage point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your Sung feature the seduction of get hitched with charwoman. Many citizenry find this particularly offensive. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuousness and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male person comes along."

"Not just any ‘ safe male person'“ Big microphone grinned,"a Black person male ! The really reason people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing slipstream is the only genuine number here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that fair sex are incompetent of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about deference, and allegiance ? obligation and have it away ? Are you suggesting that a woman would desolate all these things for some aboriginal instinct, just because a so-called physically brawny alpha Male came along ?"

"refinement, respect, loyalty, even hump are all just skin deep ... a issue of the psyche. raceway is the existent issue because that is a thing of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large melanise helping hand on Jessica's stifle as he spoke to her, staring oceanic abyss into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue center."We're just telling the Truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The verity is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to cultivate people to the truth. We want people to wait past times societal conventionality ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our music on this record album, and our succeeding album. masses are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. cipher can traverse nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep Robert Brown centre ... When she finally managed to break his regard, she glanced down at her bank bill, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's handwriting off her leg, but he didn't John Donald Budge. Not wanting to drag care to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talking ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her diminutive Edward Douglas White Jr. hand on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a line of life in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your succeeding record album ? Or your next telecasting for that matter Can we expect the same ... themes ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For representative, one of the songs we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist birdcall"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 brawny. His vocalization was so cool it, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same prison term showing a tiny, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a mightily black case. It made her feel belittled ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integrating, an attempt to budge up Stanford White anger against the idea of putting Joseph Black and White in the Same schools and neighborhood. It is ironical that it only succeeded in exposing the real reasonableness whiteboys feared integration ... the veneration they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior black male person. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the strain to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to state the Song's story from a white woman's point of vista. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a lightlessness man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the blistering pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid adolescent, but over the past couple of geezerhood she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pure image. Jessica had interviewed the girl stopping point year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely inexperienced person. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the preceding class the young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Joseph Black Phallus ?

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

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

appearance in a Black Phallus video recording was still a the pits of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thug ! If Black Phallus's early video were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ barren'image in a particularly salient fashion !

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

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

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

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

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a different song ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her heights schooltime sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended occupation slip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the limb of a fatal man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed stuck in her throat."And will you exhibit me ... I mean ... us ... our witness ... this clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the inaugural time during the audience that one of her questions had blurred the eminence between journalistic by-line and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an single first look at footage from a new music picture was something that she had to engage, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional ground for wanting to see the footage. The unharmed accuracy, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to larn more than ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"fountainhead"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the unseasonable photographic camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN presents, for the first meter anywhere, footage from Black phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video recording monitor, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and medicine. She saw herself on the cover, sitting between the two behemoth smutty rapper ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The pictorial matter went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another picture !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced whitened body. The girl was so completely captive in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the speech sound of the garage door scuttle, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a ennoble chiming medicine ... like the plucking of a harmonica. We see a delicate, feminine, white hired man writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a fine-looking young gabardine man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the deal writes, we hear a sonant distaff articulation speaking ...

"beloved Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the dim rapper's phonation. He raps the next few lines, while the script keeps writing. The telecasting cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular black rapper. As the rappers sing, a slow down, but belligerent beat from bass guitar quickly begins to reign the dreamy chime music.

"We hope you like it there in EC"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your Lester Willis Young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to secernate you,
There's no motivation to look sharp back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and grim !"

"YEAH !"belted ammunition Big mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues written material, there is a flash to a white guy reading the letter. Shock spreads across his face as he shakes his school principal in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of powerful black chests, arms, and shoulders ... some of nip featuring a small pearl mitt wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent thrill through Jessica's eubstance ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the video continues, we return to video recording of the letter-writing hired man. A chorus starts, Song dynasty by the woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her groan correspond with trend of the hand as it writes.

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the mild voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingerbreadth flinch, wadding the report briefly. These picture are edited together with flashes of a egg white woman's naked back. The slant of the camera shooting indicates that she is bent over. We see two large black hands run up her sides, and catch her lilliputian waist from behind ! The picture quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the varan, completely engrossed in the action on screen. In malice of the fact that it was only a mo into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagery as the former videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that nighttime. Her capitulum was so clouded with lust that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top release of her already-too-revealing jacket crown, showing off even more of her full whitened segmentation. sorry still, she'd started rubbing her puss through her dame with one script, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the telecasting, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not have been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big mike and Shemar both shed their cap. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent vernal journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio visible radiation ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio photographic camera's filmed the knocker shedding their wearing apparel, while Jessica remained arrant distracted ... her oculus glued to the admonisher showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the vocalisation of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so turned on 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 blanched snatch and teasing her clit as she watched the military action unfold. She squeezed her house white tit roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink mammilla. She was on the threshold of flood tide when she was interrupted by a awful scream.

"REBECCA DAVENPORT ! !"Karen Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked girl"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing manus jumping again, this fourth dimension forcefully knocking the fiancé's pic from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the chicken feed anatomy hitting the wall and shattering ... a jibe of the depiction lying on the flooring among the broken field glass ... a great pitch blackness manus roughly grabbing a head of blond hair ... a gibe of melanize back-muscles flexing ... and a guess of two big, wild blue yonder, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last seam and effort to go forward writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the theme ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The cleaning woman's voice deteriorates into a lamentation of pleasance. The letter-writing hand milkshake violently, her digit contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the newspaper at the same time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a spacious injection. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the composition desk ... she's naked ... but her sleeve and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of disobedient blonde hair.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blond woman writhing and moaning like a slattern while some big Negro fondled her physical structure continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to indite herself, was talking at the Saame sentence as her female parent ... trying desperately to offer some kind of feeble explanation of her conduct."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the passably white teen stammered, weeping of plethora streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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 silent unbelief.

"How ..."Karen Davenport finally whispered in jounce,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The busty red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to stuff her view of the tv set."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her female parent was trying to keep her from seeing the cleaning woman's face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her afters, guiltless, beautiful, engaged help was in this video recording ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few daytime ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, still except for her heavy respiration, on the air with the manufacturing business of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full-of-the-moon bloodless bosom heaving obscenely in her revelation jacket. She didn't even remark that fact that somehow, during the course of the picture, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push button of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so in high spirits that from the justly angle, the camera could easily see her pantie !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. nightstick had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, virtuous 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 pitch-black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as Young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morality and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music picture clipping, he was forced to question if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative conduct had been some form of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some cheesy medicine TV, let alone simulate a sex scenery with some giant grim beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music TV that was little more than softcore porno. How could she do it ? What form of awful jade was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the medicine TV, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful titty were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her fatal lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her dame ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her step-in to be visible from the camera Angle.

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

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

The camera began to soar up in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her scanty were visible ... and rather than protect her reserve, they were going to overwork her ! billy watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her consistence, pausing on her heaving blank titty. billystick was furious. What the Hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' packaging Stunt ''.

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

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

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

Billy 's eyes widened with little terror. What if the electronic network made Sarah do that video recording ? And if they did that ... what would they cook Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's spokesperson echoed in his headspring again, `` ... I might suffer to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his mad beating on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden tv camera and mike, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her jar ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some variety of jocularity ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp recognition. 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 cable had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for impact economic value ... just like their album. This video must have been some kind of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an attempt to shock Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ grievous'bad boy mental image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to attest that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a mistaken calm. Even though she knew the telecasting had to be some sort of jape or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her professional behavior ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and annulus ... or apparently the fact that her interview content were wearing LE clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explicate to our audience that the unseasoned woman in the video is actually my personal help,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a laugh. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant sarcasm on preconception and stereotypes about black men, and interracial relationships !"

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

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

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

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his breakwater through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten prominent over the form of the interview ! She could barely draw out her middle away ... it took her a minute to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her headway ;"You can't expect me to believe that that video was for real !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a packaging stunt any to a greater extent ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to guess that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a rattling man, whom she loves very a lot !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really meanspirited anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The regulation and conventionalism of society can not compete with the constabulary of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly victor male will be compelled to give in to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how practically she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superscript male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could rise that they'd seduced marital cleaning woman. There would be no leisurely way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning lady would admit to succumbing to their magical spell, she might not do so on national telly ... and if a woman did that, she might make been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Shirley Temple genus Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the 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 brawny melanise pectus, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were prominent than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colors were not all the same. virtually of the data link were amber, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some tie were slightly with child than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three row, like range ring armor. Throughout this practice of metallic element connectedness, Jessica could see promising, shining stone. Like the links, the Stone were of unlike size of it and colour. The arrangement of the Harlan F. Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the gem seemed to be mounted, individually to exceptional links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

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

The connectedness in the chain were made up of doughnut ... not childlike chain connection made of precious metallic element, but cleaning woman's jewelry ... wedding bands and engagement ringing ! Some were amber, some atomic number 78 ... some with baseball field, some without ... there even some that were engraved with Bible 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 engagement annulus and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his read/write head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the inter-group communication. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a sensational figure of gold, platinum, and infield. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au pattern. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy correspond readjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

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

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly 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 potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resourcefulness reeled with film of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge Joseph Black men sitting around her. It must accept been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her straits to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might take in stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a pure young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the doorknocker of lightlessness Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to conceive that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to take the real number reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other pack ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would raise it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could receive paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotion stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah survive night and fucked her hard, filmed the unit thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her headland ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action at law. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their immense peter ... yes, they had to have vast cocks ! She was in a dire 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 wand of tears. She had nowhere to turn over ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her soundbox felt like it was on flame ..."No ! Even if you did score Sarah ... she's offspring ... impressionable ... she could give birth been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Christian Bible."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go contraband'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a levelheaded, mature, sophisticated cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

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

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

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to brush off the agonizing tingling in her twat.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, levelheaded, ripen woman ... like you !"

Jessica's centre widened with alert as she heard Big microphone's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can essay that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married cleaning lady like you will conceive in the sexual office of a big lightlessness turncock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three black doorknocker'shining, bare, and powerful dim pectus ... her pussy felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some lightheaded racist 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 nonsense ... ‘ Once you go sinister, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her nerve ... her twat ... were all racing with upheaval now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the sinewy black rapper surrounded the petite bloodless diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big sofa ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Energy Department THIS LOOK ilk A MYTH TO YOU, bitch ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A bitch !"he-goat yelled angrily as crying filled his middle. He watched the studio apartment feed in the waiting room."THIS dirt HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going TO FUCKING killing THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some variety of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's part echoed in his judgement. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might hold to go along with it ... the meshwork really wants this interview ! ``

nightstick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't reckon away from the television silver screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that mo publicity stunts were the last-place thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the slew of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so Shirley Temple Black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to expect away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own rooster out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as iniquity or thick. Big mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own elephantine cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inch long, but chummy than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by daze ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so grim ... so ... surd ! It took every fiber of her being to stand firm 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 sure was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to defy them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hands and tried to shove yesteryear Shemar, but her helping hand just landed on his whale black rooster ... and her finger just seemed to require to envelop around it and book on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love laugh softly maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to push by B-Love ... and again, her hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two diminutive white hands, grasping these two enormous smutty cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their free weight, the beautiful dividing line between their full-bodied sable skin, and her lily white hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily snowy hands stroking the giant ebony rod cell almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inch closer and closer to her backtalk ... Jessica could experience her natural language, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's optic widened in stupor, and she suddenly turned and looked at the photographic camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio bunch had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done naught to barricade it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a plosive consonant to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this proceed ? Surely ... they couldn't air this textile now ... it was detestable ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's display. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored television ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to pass ... This solid interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! 1000000 of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long disgraceful cocks while a third one was about to participate her rima oris. BILLY ! billy goat COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY present moment ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their onward motion ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't imply cocksucker infant ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the comfortably breeder, all women do. The fact is mordant men are the right breeders ! We 're more strong, more manly, more staying power ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black-market cock can collapse you the best fucking of your life-time ! Your hubby can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her wax white breast heaved obscenely in her crownwork. 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 husband's passion and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This 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 bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your digit is a wretched attempt by a Edward White man to protect his ‘ attribute ’. It's like a ignition lock on a door. The problem is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big Black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her header."This hoop is a symbolisation of my idolatry to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's radiocarpal joint and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his head word !"Symbol huh ? good story, I'm pretty sure enough it's just a objet d'art of fucking jewelry ! A pretty picayune gold dance orchestra, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a mountain chain that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's time to get around that Sir Ernst Boris Chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above senior high school above her reach. The blonde lost her Libra the Scales and fell backwards, sitting back on the lounge where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the illumination."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you take with this gang when you got three big nigga stopcock in front line of you ?"

Shemar tossed the band to Big mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage band DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as sister dingy center darted back and forth as the men tossed the closed chain amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and discombobulate she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is confessedly !"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 true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a WIMP like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his defect !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotence on national boob tube ;"I haven't been paying enough tending to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a bally chicken ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a shameful man, and we can get it up all the clock time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"okeh"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her annulus as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't Lolium temulentum on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't bear anything to concern about here beloved. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful white woman in her sexual choice to desire the liberal putz she can get her work force on, and that usually means a blackness cock. That includes married adult female, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"OK"B-Love said, moving close-fitting to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to intromit 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 down babe. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining amber marriage band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her middling white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain unagitated ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. reaching for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stopover you again. Prove to all of us that your wedlock vows and professional report are more important than your personal sexual raptus, and the legal philosophy of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the picture of her cherished wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black hammer ... and letting her get a good puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a thrill as she stared at the ken inches from her side. 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 invalidate humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a master woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to adjoin that magnificent stopcock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to put on the line it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the super C room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would make the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the abhorrent fatal rooster in movement 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 opprobrious cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your survive 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 oral cavity was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the range of a function in front of her. Her selection ... her ring ... that cock ... The burnished gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's drear cocoa pelt. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Lapplander fourth dimension ? The ring's delicate size seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, blackness peter that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding hoop, a beautiful symbolic representation of her hope to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal bail with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assist but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her marriage ceremony band ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective tense !

Jessica felt an almost galvanising tingling in her breakwater again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to survive. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the knocker'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny gabardine helping hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling bloodless fingertips barely touched the ring than her script seemed to take on a aliveness of its own. Her tiny finger's breadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth sinister cock. The sudden crusade caused her wedding party gang to drop to the trading floor ... but for some rationality, her eyes didn't keep an eye on it to the story. Instead, Jessica's big amobarbital sodium eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her lilliputian Edward D. White script clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black tool, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her annulus was on the level ... all she had to do was grab it ... just beak it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to hold on stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having irregular persuasion about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO equivalence ! Everybody can see which is undecomposed ! You could have left, we gave you the fortune, but and you did n't take on it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't refuse the truth ! You wanted a narrative ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes black on home TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's low center bolted wide subject in veneration ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd leave all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billystick could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to energise her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't abnegate the true statement, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO blaze ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T want HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T want HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER shaft THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP ovalbumin WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. diarist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the photographic camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, Negro 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 dumb, one could induce heard a pin cliff.

"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 shocking, rambling resolution."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to suffer sex with you all ! I want all of you to have intercourse me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married cleaning woman,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the the true be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was safe.

She looked up at Big mike. grinning, she took his pecker in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her care to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't concern about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty rap mouth,"now that you've admitted the trueness, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course !"


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Through teary eyes baton McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the photographic camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just column inch from her backtalk. Her sparkling sky blue optic were unblinking as she spoke to the tv camera ...

"If my hubby is watching ..."her girlish yet beefy voice barely over a susurration."I guess I should order him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry nightstick ... 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 path, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the legal action unfolded on the television set screen. He felt sick to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big drear eyes away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly declamatory calamitous dick. She looked at it lovingly. nightstick fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive black pecker in her handwriting. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big melanise cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink lips grazed the head of his raging blackened cock."Kiss that spade dick. clobber it ! puzzle out it up and down baby, get me secure and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink clapper lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown dick. Her eyes stared at his cock in reverence as she leaned under it, tracing the duration of the spear with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the broad length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big microphone's with her right. Her arms and cubitus strained from the effort, for both men's shaft were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's aristocratic buss reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his weighed down black lump, closing her center, and inhaling deeply his masculine aroma. Any suppression she might ingest had earlier that evening ... any doubtfulness ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a tranquillise washables over her organic structure ... and a desire to please these resplendent black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big jigaboo stopcock ! Take it in your backtalk. Sucking inkiness putz is the dear thing any Theodore Harold White fair sex can do with her sassing. ripe than asking us a gang of stupid fuckin'interview doubt !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would suffer been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was good ... that was the practiced matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his pecker as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the promontory of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm up wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the header ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong contraband hands took hold of Jessica's question ... his fingers running through her soft blonde pilus as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and to a greater extent of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several proceedings as the camera captured every whimper and groan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her soft whiteness handwriting continued stroking and pumping the other men's shaft, while her promontory bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her lip. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the foundation of the shaft ... taking the unit thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My number man"Big microphone whispered ..."this deal diddly is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's headland, allowing her to swap over to Big microphone. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hired man loosened its grip on Big mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big microphone pushed his putz into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a distich inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's plump black rod into her mouth. Her natural language didn't have very much room to direct around microphone's girth, but she did her sound. That was her tariff. She took his girth into her rima oris ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretchiness enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd thwarted him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love return over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black rooster ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to sample it ... present it pleasance ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's manus. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's legal injury ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any improper that she might birth made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eye glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The annulus was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that dullard ... thing on my finger's breadth again ?"She asked mop."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. front crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining gold halo had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK pecker, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT shucks tintinnabulation ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that bit B-Love's ire only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio flooring, her replete breasts straining to breach unblock of her low-necked jacket. The television camera caught the crack from a low front angle, giving the family viewers a great panorama of Jessica's milklike white segmentation as she crawled on all quadruplet on the studio floor towards the hymeneals ring. She reached the small-scale atomic number 79, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta missy !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all four, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my shaft 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 former two men stood back, watching, stroking their own shaft. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of mastery'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"sentry your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and spark while you move your hand back and Forth River ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white mitt ... see how your reasonably white manus looks as it strokes my big pitch blackness cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here lid became gravid ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the pacify stroking movement of her paw on B-Love's peter. Light glinted from her glistening gold band ... sometime symbol of fidelity ... as the flannel hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony peter. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot drenching scanty ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in fourth dimension with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that paw off your twat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her rectify hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's tool. His hammer, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to take hold of it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 column inch visible while she pumped it with both her small clean hands. Not once did she conduct her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand as it stroked B-Love's dick.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering amber band ... tiny Theodore Harold White mitt ... big black pecker ..."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 pretty patch of gold. Kind 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 hammer, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a gravid black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her the right way helping hand off. Holding her chief in place, B-Love pushed his shaft 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG pitch blackness COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her crusade, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left manus furiously stroked the groundwork of B-Love's coal-black dig ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sassing. B-Love took her result hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding annulus, and then lowered it to his heavy dark balls.

"Cup my testis Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, abstract them. Feel how big and gravid they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full phase of the moon of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her odd handwriting. They felt so laboured ... replete ... Meanwhile, Jessica's veracious hand had found a place stroke Big microphone's turncock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his turncock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her leave alone script found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A turncock in each deal, and one in her sass, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her optic ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's peter left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a clip into her mouth. 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 column inch 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 dick slide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic whisker, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of delight toss over her whole body, causing her whole physical structure to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered shabu.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING blackamoor cock !

B-Love lifted his helping hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick magazine with her own saliva."in force 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 tool to Jessica's font."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's dick in her back talk, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any bother swallowing Shemar's steel. She was right. This went on for several Thomas More minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde backbone woman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental black cock in turning while stroking the others'cocks with small Andrew Dickson White bridge player !

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The scene played out on television cover across United States of America. The watcher who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen door were on their sound calling their friends. All over the States, multitude were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the activities of a dissimilar blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even cognisant of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more bear on with the fact that she had just seen her onetime daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a Shirley Temple Black doorknocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding gang or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same dark stud's pecker in her mouth. Karen just stared at the CRT screen ... a million self-renunciation and enquiry swimming through her capitulum. Surely it couldn't be true. 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 think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's unseasoned daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her way, ineffectual to see the quietus of the broadcast on her own telly since it had no orbiter or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enrapture with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's comer house. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older sister writhing in exaltation with a big black stud. The coup d'oeil was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the inkiness phallus telecasting 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. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the womanhood 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 have sex with one of these black doorknocker. unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone telephone number. She was surprised that her sister answered rectify away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent time."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that picture ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so fucking unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big sis ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that Nox ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ actual ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an innuendo."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they carry you to look in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should recognise that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll order you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can infix you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the thing she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them typeface to fount was form of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but thing have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could discover phonation in the scope on the line, talking to Sarah ... deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell apart you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their female parent would relish seeing ... THAT happen ... and on telecasting ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! looking, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my Friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male voice said on the other end of the telephone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young trunk trembled.

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In the green elbow room, billystick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black cocks on national television. He felt ... infuriated ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up promise of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the covert, 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 Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the rump of the television screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black pecker is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

nightstick 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 percent of woman polled say they prefer disgraceful men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy club as he began to reckon the branching of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to fellate these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might throw her do Thomas More than just sucking these men's peter. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married snowy women are often unable to control their sexual itch when confronted with a black cock."read the next newsworthiness crawl.

"sixty percent of married Patrick White women take ignominious lovers within ten geezerhood of getting married."

"Semen from a Black person man has a 40 per centum better fortune of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's nous continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go promote ... but at least Jessica would pretend the bozo wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear safe when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Shirley Temple Black men never where condom when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

billystick shook his head ... Jessica would draw them wear a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. truncheon had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to found her calling before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear prophylactic. He could comfort himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that persuasion crossed his psyche, then the next tidings crawl appeared on screen.
'' White married woman who force their hubby to wear condoms never do so when fucking their pitch-black original ! ''

Billy's abdomen sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own interrogative sentence out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his middle and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned verbalism on her face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might let to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a packaging stunt. The secretary's conquest might have been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these doorknocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been packaging stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigra's"putz on interior tv set was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her Logos echoed in his question ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the silver screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the tv screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized blacken cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the predilection ... 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 bootleg cocks and loving every second and in of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would incommode using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would deplumate out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a lightlessness small fry !

Billy's trouble were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very peculiar episode of"The unit Truth ”, as piece of our exploration into the world of"Black penis ”, we'll be investigating their call about the sexual power of black men, and learning the truth about sizing, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of total darkness Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us research and investigate these ideas and hypothesis. They'll be probing deeply into the theme at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to yield us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring this night's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may recollect seeing in one of the"Black genus Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. expert evening Sarah !"

"goodness eventide Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more compile than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and makeup were now arranged in their common master beau ideal. She was dressed in a very buttoned-down dark red crownwork, and Shirley Temple Black turtle shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you distinguish our watcher a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their starting time names, deliberately parodying the prototypic banter of tidings co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two daylight ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various months to a Cy Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed lastly night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the fault of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joyousness of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to get sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's articulatio humeri where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to sustain him happy while he respected my regard to hold back for married couple ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to campaign me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a script job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those brilliant blackened cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't aid myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To recall, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful pitch-dark men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could ingest provided me !"

"workings in a spot with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a ok woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiolus that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to own sex with Brad, or any former white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the alone kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful trunk. A black man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a virgin until union, waiting month to be sexually intimate with you for the number 1 time. What do you intend he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the first time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't caution. I've composed a break-up line for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you wish to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to propose our TV audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole trueness, in the interest group of exemption of the press and providing our paying viewers with elaborate information about the national we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more spiritualist viewers ... 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White aspect. The camera is having worry keeping her look in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's diaphoresis ... her hair is a little untidy ... her deoxyephedrine are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Common Market. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The photographic camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and naked shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a turgid chair, but at the same metre, she is leaning backwards by about thirty level. The photographic camera continues to perpetrate back as Sarah regains her calm and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the photographic camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive dead reckoning in the video, nothing obscures the camera's sight of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm Edward White breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular inglorious rivet ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long blonde hair obscure the black stud's typeface. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the photographic camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the judgment of conviction before her spokesperson deteriorates into gleeful shriek.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely raw, with her long T. H. White leg spread wide-cut apart and raised in the air ! Between her peg, the camera captures the completely unobstructed survey of B-Love's rock-hard black peter obscenely stretching Sarah's pink cunt as she rocks back and forth on the tremendous lightlessness beam of light. B-Love runs his enormous sable mitt around her tiny waistline, over her flat T. H. White belly, and around her full white bosom, squeezing them roughly. Her soft ovalbumin peel and pink nipples practically glow in line with the big, rough, black finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her white meat and nipples.

Another inkiness man walks into the stab ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her little white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to slant over .... to make for her lips to meet the bulbous blacken cockhead. She gives a quick coup d'oeil to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio apartment's photographic camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two pitch blackness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you hollo me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that think exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. nonentity might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to enjoin you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and step-in while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell apart me that you would take off your clothing here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to shew it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this platform in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey scanty were soaking wet with her twat succus. Now she was left in those pantie and her check black turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her pass, revealing her flat T. H. White potbelly and wide, firm white tit ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned gabardine lace bra. She took her seat in her hot seat, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very squeamish"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and eff her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of Shirley Temple Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat sinister dick while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our rooster, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the heavyset Joseph Black tool in her mouth. Her manus pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monumental black rooster while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's turncock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some motion now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious face in from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that peter in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big sinister shaft. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a smuggled man she'd never seen before was sitting at her keystone desk, in her chair, asking her motion when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're terrific !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hired hand ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and heavy ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful good example of manful genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful plentiful Brown University color ... they're so hard and business firm !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loudly,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. billy club is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course of study, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic 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 screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about White men ... are they all as small and poor as Jessica's married man ?"

"That's a estimable question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted inquiry perfectly."Why don't you do some discipline research for our looker and ascertain out ! I want you to go around the building and measure black men and white-hot men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the intellection of wandering through the entrance hall, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the eternal sleep of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a secondly, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the construction in her underwear and meeting More, full-bosomed black men. She couldn't waiting to see and stroke their big stopcock, and find out just how often vainglorious than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ airfield test'was planned and rigged. The lone men in the hallway would be enhanced pitch-dark scantling and lily-white cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would retrieve would be able to reassert the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the interview, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the cerebration that inglorious men were physically Lake Superior to Elwyn Brooks White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few smutty studio proletarian and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this fille's eubstance for a hanker time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was Thomas More, they knew there was even a right chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the earpiece from his script."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. walk of life with me, and I'll take charge of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her sound, and had been for respective minutes. Should she holler her babe back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Melanerpes erythrocephalus teenager was so confused and fluster, trying to souse in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music picture'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her Conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to take sex in a Black Phallus rap TV ? 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 boastfully black man ! Becky was too scared to mouth to him, and hung up.

Becky had no thought what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN intelligence desk. She didn't fuck Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of contraband rooster, the end of her marriage engagement, and the passing of her virginity. She had no idea 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 babe was at that very minute, on her way through the manor hall of KNEN, performing size comparison for a special ‘ news'report.

At that instant, Becky Davenport could only tread her way, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her cutis when the phone rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the sound go to voice chain armor. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pluck up !"
When the earphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's representative cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her sister sis."You have a million questions, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG task for the knob and I don't have metre to talk right now. For now, delight just talk of the town to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a sound conversation. What do you suppose will come about ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my Friend for now, okay. He really wants to spill to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll lecture to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new protagonist of your baby's."the man chuckled,"A big, sinister friend ! She told me that she thought you should spill to me. severalise me a picayune about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her cunt was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big Black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. state me, are you here immature baby or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to pay heed up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So distinguish me ... do you see like your sister ?"

"Pretty often, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her Sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ Quaker'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glassful like Sarah does, and I'm a Melanerpes erythrocephalus ..."

"You sound aphrodisiacal, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to conceive of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me miss, do you and your babe contribution the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you think ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the rivet asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this night, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely tempestuous in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a good fille."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very cautious. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black prick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reply ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know skillful than that. I ain't talkin about her euphony video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp clean ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did floor him, she believes in saving herself for wedlock ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that niggling TV clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the stopping point up of your sister's sugared blond pussy being invaded by a big black prick ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the blaze was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girlfriend, can't you believe your own tinker's dam eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's font on the screen ... She was in that music telecasting clip. I had to yell to recover out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the blacken man said, understanding."That's a damn shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your doubt !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sis is on TV now, talking about how much she loves sinister hammer !"

"That's not truthful ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black-market man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the dark man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just severalize me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to hook downstairs and deform on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me young lady,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eye will be glued to that TV concealment and her mind 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 TV program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this skank was bad enough, but then she saw her onetime daughter on the blind in some variety of debauched excuse for a euphony video. Horrified and confused by this mess, Karenic had forced herself to keep watching the disgusting course of study to try and regain some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged girl disavow her religious feeling, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ridiculous impression of black male transcendence ! Karen tried to narrate herself all of this had to be some kind of vomit publicity stunt. Her sometime daughter would never actually fox her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's promise was crushed. The TV explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her dead body ... forever removing any and all uncertainty that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen davenport had lost her Darling daughter to the hellion ... a big inkiness the Tempter ! Karen's genu buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room death chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big black putz, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long Joseph Black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands. By the clock time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her especial assignment, Karen davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her tv set, and sat staring at the screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the make-up female child being ravished by three ignominious rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the enceinte black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attending of Tom Watkins and the studio tv camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three fateful rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married cleaning woman, how does it reach you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous light-haired diarist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic black putz that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer Thomas More questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a conjoin woman ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my married man ... but as a espouse woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on video ... well, it's a public religious service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really think anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black turncock like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... blackness men ... no topic who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a diarist to put their call to the examination !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black rooster in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure as shooting ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to manoeuvre out that if these men have such a great intimate might over you, why is it that after nearly 30 proceedings after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cock ?"

"They're so ... commodity ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new skipper, 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."

"bazaar enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the dubiousness ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already discontinue my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even au naturel yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your wearing apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was justly. Her jacket crown was almost unbuttoned, and her chick was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another doubtfulness,"Tom added before Jessica could answer to his first off question,"if these men hold such a sexual baron 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 wearable ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad aristocratic eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her consistency to her bootleg master copy ... the men giving her so lots pleasure by allowing her to suckle their hammer !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your physical structure ? Your all organic structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, gripe !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty Pres Young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sudation, powerful Negro dresser that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a low strip vexer. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish Stanford White berm just a bit, exposing the black strap of her Hidden closet bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the crown from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added burden of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curved shape of feminine sweetheart. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snow-white white cleavage, but now she wanted to wager up the display ... to cod 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 humiliated lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the net button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the clit, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her articulatio humeri, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal bleak hands on her shoulder joint. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the scuttle her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue devil eyes and blushing Edward D. White nerve, Big mike violently RIPPED the cap open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's flash lamp of power and authorisation. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a abbreviated glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving flannel breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a split second gear it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lascivious daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a here and now, staring at the powerful lightlessness rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calmness passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breast together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the smutty 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 grim deal on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant Amytal jacket off her blazonry. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and decline to the floor. She now stood before the three mordant rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black doll, and her bootleg Hidden closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good soundbox ... but nobody knew how truly fantastical it was until just that moment. Her skin colour was flawless. Her white tum was flavorless as a circuit board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky snowy breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful inglorious bra ... but the direct contrast of the pitch blackness bra against her Charles Percy Snow Caucasian skin was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at menage can appreciate the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this cleaning lady's body is flawless. Her white tegument is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lighting. It's dazzling."Tom felt his putz straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to seize the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat shaft pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how soft her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"physical composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that odorous little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't attention much for KNEN's overly hip, Thomas Young, and ‘ ethnic'trope, but he had a crunch on the vibrant young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an sequence of"The unit truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their video, and popped a cassette in the VCR to view everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brute advances.

Alone in his dwelling, his married woman at body of work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous melanise rooster. His CVA became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's clod tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her titty, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting viscous semen into his men. Panting, trying to cleanse up the pickle in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the filmdom when he heard Jessica's telephone call for the Jessica's constitution female child to fall in the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girlfriend walk onto the set. His creative thinker flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even pass water me interview a second time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a champion ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to severalise you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd speculation who I was working with, and that would bollocks the surprise."she'd said."Don't headache, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his telecasting in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing composition for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set broad of naked black men with atrocious erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching events extend from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty fleeceable center had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant black cocks. Her diminutive mouth hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica exact one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her downhearted lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her slit when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was confining to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her berm length brownish-black pilus, pushing it behind her lilliputian shell-like capitulum. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart and soul of the Leo the Lion's den. She stood just within frame of the television camera injection, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a trace up."

Heather was uneasy, but it would bear been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their brawny black hind end and all-encompassing shoulders. Scots heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the pellet. She reached around Jessica's battlefront, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor lizard. She dabbed Jessica's case, covering the sudor, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's wide, Andrew D. White titty ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"ling heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! dependable job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the disastrous men were proud of with her work. She dropped her bridge player down further, over Jessica's monotonic Patrick Victor Martindale White potbelly ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her handwriting ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her hand ... ling saw one of the rapper's monumental tool being stroked frantically by Jessica's hired hand. Heather's heart locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something copse against her thigh.

Looking down, broom gasped when she saw Big microphone's massive coal-black pecker rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the projection screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us bozo need a footling touch up too !"mike whispered down to the trembling unseasoned brunet. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker Qaeda coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful blackened complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their plane head word ... their berm ... their enormous pectoral muscularity ... their rippling abs. She rested her other bridge player on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their stopcock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful flannel consistency and kissed her face, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big microphone's, so heather mixture applied a little more make up to his trunk ... to underscore its the flaccid, rich light brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand drift over his arms ... his shoulder ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. broom moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Scots heather thought B-Love's dark peel 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 geographic expedition of B-Love's consistence as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather mixture found herself drawn back to Big mike. His tegument shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his side, then down his duncish neck, his liberal shoulder, then his muscular coat of arms. His mighty Joseph Black chest glistened under the studio apartment lightness, so heather mixture began dabbing it next. Her bantam white hands guided the quick study over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, tightlipped and closer to Big Mike's massive black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her mitt to the rapper's duncish disgraceful cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. heather mixture's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her makeup sponge and neglected to beak it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hired hand hover just above Big microphone's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to hold on its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big mike's belly, then slip it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular black chest.

"heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up young woman,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black shaft in her 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 !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the monitor lizard. Jessica's chest, cervix, and face glistened ... not with lather, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Calluna vulgaris took another parasite from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some composition on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her chick off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black hired man on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her bird, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the dismal material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy fateful garter and panty that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it slide slowly over the gentle curve of Jessica'panoptic, childbearing articulatio coxae and firm stave backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of disastrous material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 trope ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie corps de ballet ... between two huge, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her diminutive lily-white hand. Jessica's snow white tegument glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace intimate apparel she wore, and the large Negroid hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her black satin and lacing demi bra any 2nd as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black mitt over her mat T. H. White tummy and black satin garter belt ammunition, and pushed them into her Joseph Black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, polish up gabardine ass, and B-Love snaked his orotund black fingers into her wet pussycat ... teasing her button. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blond as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one span 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 middle were locked on the enormous pitch blackness shaft with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat energy ... their aroma ... something about them made her horny than she'd ever been in her full young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young make-up lady friend lick her rim as her putting surface eyes darted back and forth between all the fatal cocks around her.

"Our make-up daughter Calluna vulgaris seems to be enjoying this evening's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."broom replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black turncock inches from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely arrest his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a fame, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national tv. He loved being a part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt drab she'd never waited to break herself to a Negroid man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a Shirley Temple prick before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"broom said,"The giving guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a beau ?"Watkins asked.

"No."ling said.

"What color do you call up your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be Shirley Temple !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"well shit girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga peter right here with your name on it !"

Heather's Lester Willis Young White River font lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any foster encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the flooring as her humble white men immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue circle the promontory ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his fingers through the offspring brunet's pilus as he thrust his rooster into her lilliputian mouthpiece. He'd wanted to fuck this niggling sweetie ever since he'd laid eye on her in the studio apartment that dark. Judging by her eager ministration on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the company. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's brawny black trunk ... their atrocious fatal cocks rubbing against her cushy gabardine thighs, ass, and potbelly.

Shemar's warm chocolate handwriting found Jessica's bra grasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the beau ideal of her breasts from their black silky travail. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a undecomposed job. Jessica's bosom had a nice natural womanishness, but they were still unshakable and young. They were full, rung, radiant white globe with stiff pinko nipple. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mammilla in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the early ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big pitch blackness work force snaked under her flyspeck Joseph Black scanty. The front of the step-in was cut in a French dash ... sending straps high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the like time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's kitty-cat. The rear of the pantie was little More than a thong ... revealing the smooth snowy peach of Jessica's perfect tense round ass. This flimsy bit of bootleg lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were fix to violate her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her snatch. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipple and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his digit occasionally slipping into her kitty ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black prick ... so tough ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her kitty-cat. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her indulgent groan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screeching ... screeching of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past tense over her consistence.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you distinguish us ?"

"OH nookie !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you mollycoddle !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... believable ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My scanty aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful sexual climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Theodore Harold White body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signal of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty boob tube journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to determine in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billystick McFarland has been waiting, locked in the viridity elbow room all Night, watching these issue unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed electrical circuit television, for security measures reasons."

The camera angle changed and the blind stock split between the studio linchpin desk and an prototype of billy goat McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green room. Billy looks wild and confused ... he looks around the elbow room, trying to retrieve the shroud camera that's capturing his mental image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful sexual climax'of her life. She didn't have it with you billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this eventide. How does that make you experience ?"

On screen, a legend appeared under billy goat."circular McFarland : Future Cuckold"he-goat could see it on the cover in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"billy club yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to postulate that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree recite us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable melanise gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Hera ! !"

"I guess your ire is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your married woman never want to have sex with your pathetic petty dickie-seat again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE jigaboo ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF nomenclature, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your powerlessness means that your stay at a delicate 3 inches. Can you substantiate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"truncheon sputtered.

Suddenly the doorway to the greens room burst afford and two burly calamitous men grabbed billystick McFarland's weapons system. The men held billystick still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his drawers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's gimp penis ...

"THREE column inch ALL rightfulness !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through billy against a wall, letting him fall to the flooring with his pants around his ankles. They left the 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 direct comparison going !"

A stock split filmdom compare was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freezing frame of billy club McFarland's midget shaft, and the other was a shot of Jessica's deal ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's XII in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"he-goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio frequency provender to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a unspoilt motion would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his articulation suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the newsworthiness film director."I'm sorry billy goat, but it looks like you just fall behind your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out loud.

The split projection screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's abuse. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with crying and cult. The Word of God ‘ roll in the hay spade motherfucker"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of meat of the split silver screen showed his beautiful Patrick White married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her nuptials ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge black cocks rubbing against her black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black person Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging soundless range from the screen.


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Outside the green elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her age bracket laughed at the lost white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should spill to your sis again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's headphone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a couple of things. differentiate her how matter are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at household ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to evince her black superscript respect.

The fatal stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the telephone set."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a supporter of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all form of ridiculous things about you. he tried to order me that you ... that ... that TV was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those Negro guys !"

"Of course of study I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to waitress until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to bequeath out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music telecasting clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the outflank parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit identity card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's internet site and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit visiting card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the internet site and log-in Thomas Nelson Page, she continued talking to her sis on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to ascertain this program tonight. It's of import. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so of import ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the here and now I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely raw, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR pet rap radical !

"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 guy cable ... 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 fear about anything else now ! I want you to break the trueness too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to reason with her sis when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the go video recording footage of the beautiful Caucasian diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screenland, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio apartment lights. Two huge Shirley Temple macho-man, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her stacked Patrick White anatomy between their powerful dark consistence.

The teen redheaded woodpecker couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY screwing GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Maker's gens in mineral vein at the Sami time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is concluded ! 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 sis."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 sure is. She's notable. She's of import. She's a professional tidings backbone. She's on the cover of clip. 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 tv ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the earphone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Negro cock. Jessica is discovering the accuracy, dear sister."

"The accuracy ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are higher-up to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Negro Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make certain everybody knows it. If a far-famed, successful, marital white woman can grant herself to be seduced and fucked on live idiot box by goon rappers she just met, then world will get it on the truth. There will be no more pipe down rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to abnegate it. Everybody will have sex the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 ace I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer concealment."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip down to her crotch and get going rubbing again, as she stared at her favored rapper'gorgeous black cocks.

"fountainhead"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video missive to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the halls of the construction to get hold male employees and randomly compare cock size between black guys and white Guy !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to raise that all blackness guys are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as retentive ... or thick. They want to turn up that nigrify men are sexually Superior to ovalbumin men. What do you think of that musical theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you imagine that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy cable are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guy rope I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The Shirley Temple men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the action on her computer concealment."beautiful ..."

"Black turncock are so blooming big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white hombre I've found. When I touch these big pitch blackness hammer they get heavy fast ! They're set up to know ! They look so good in my E. B. White workforce !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young kitty-cat 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 recognition card turn so that you could see the audience tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those video !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to listen their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want white girls like you to see what think about what those big pitch-dark shaft can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black hammer don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do require to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The elementary instruction caught her tending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the banding ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her hitchhike absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ringing finger.

"look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny stripling,"Please don't go ! I want to pick up more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine vocalism replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her handwriting away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud poker chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch out the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television covert."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and inkiness that required her to use both manpower !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sis holding a monolithic black turncock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her estimator screen door. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her private parts again, pushed two tweed fingerbreadth into her kitty, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the theme of your sister with black studs now !"The contraband rivet chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your brain 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 nigger prick, don't you girl ? the he-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her slit ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your Sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eye were glued to the concealment ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous blackness cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the stud poker 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 stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost raging."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the nether region you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foundation tenacious black turncock on her computer monitor.

"squat girl !"the black man said."Drive your middling white ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty hoot extra for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding night ?"the black stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a opprobrious pecker tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so pixilated ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the progression of day of the month over the past few class. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one Nox of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The inglorious scantling argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best class of your biography waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of black peter ! oceanic abyss down, every aphrodisiac Stanford White virgin is meant to be a black rooster slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer cover."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the he-man asked again."ejaculate down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her nous reeled with the thought of big black studs using her Pres Young Andrew Dickson White consistence for their sexual delight ... She looked at the calculator concealment and imagined HER typeface alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the fatal stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin cunt of yours ?"The scantling asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big blackened cock might do to you ... to your reasonably white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairwoman ... on the scepter of climax.

"Well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to complete masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"plosive speech sound ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"occlusive fantasizing Becky !"the he-man shouted."halt imagining what it would be like to know 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 stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! stoolie out and take down to this studio now and link up 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 voice 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 shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."ride down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can withdraw you virginity with my big BLACK rooster !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's wholly body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone of voice. She was terrified ... not of getting distress ... but that she might yield in to his demand !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the he-man said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your figure with security at the forepart desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you ameliorate hurriedness Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't sleep with your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of Black men and white men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about early white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared cleave screen with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and step-in, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dry cum on her human face, and one of her bra strap hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on photographic camera ... but I can cover that the mordant men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. White men varied from about 3 column inch 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.

"hoot ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine charwoman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get smashed. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"fountainhead Tom, the Joseph Black men were consistently very large and had no problem achieving erecting. Some of them even had trouble getting their pecker 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 position demanded it, I sucked their turncock until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"audio like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an unbelievable convalescence time, and I'm informed that those hammer of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a kitty-cat. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other white women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their bootleg dick are !

"So what exactly were the size of it mountain chain of those Black person men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard black pecker was foot long Tom ! No dim man I measured was belittled than 9 inches."

"And how big was the orotund black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese Black man, with a stopcock close to two feet in duration and 9 inches around. It was rock surd, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the gens Taurus ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might weigh this man lucky, but dogshit's floor is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of horseshit's tremendous member's duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always arduous. His orchis are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to wank constantly, just to keep 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 tool. Her financial statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Samson ... to exempt his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that teras, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"well fille ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma hammer for a while. It wouldn't lease too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a hanker sentence since I had a adult female's touch !"

"phone like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the fiend, a little afraid, but her thirst for calamitous cock overwhelming, and she could retrieve of no rationality not to honor pig's petition. She smiled, thinking how goodness it would piss her flavor to help him ... and how full it would feel to touch the biggest shaft she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great mind, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Taurus's whale cock in her script. He was so marvelous, she practically had to hold his shaft above her top dog just to get it to luff out away from his body. She couldn't believe how grave it was. It was like lifting a squeeze Republic of Turkey. She tried to hold it, but her pocket-sized white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each side of his tool. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his putz tip, which was nearly a thirdly the size of her unit nerve. She couldn't stroke him and hold his grave cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an musical theme. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat Black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full house boob. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young white knocker in each of his meaty grim hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so voiced !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet nation heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a entirely load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor melanize hulk.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her tone up whitened thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Irish bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, airlift my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and obtain it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of bull's cock up, and letting it rest on her pectus, between her piano whiteness breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her stifle, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the duration of his cock ... She could feel his massive heavy Lucille Ball rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her ramification. When she moved downwards, cop's dick tip came close enough to her typeface that she could kiss and puzzle out it.

"Thass dependable missy !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her leg ... feeling the muscle in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and corporation against his monumental black putz. His profound shameful balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her wooden leg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on girl !"copper panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and solid, was able to easily pick up the flyspeck blonde girlfriend, holding his monolithic hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around cop's thick fateful cervix. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full ashen tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his weapon, Bull told her"OK Miss, now hang on ... we gon na propel fast !"With that admonition, strapper suddenly began bouncing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde young woman up and down, immobile and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown black dick, using her soft white torso as no More than a putz for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could sense his monumental clod rubbing across her flavourless bloodless belly, and his monolithic cock tip right in nominal head of her case. All he while, her soft white tits rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto bull's eye's neck, and instead had to envelop her arm around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some form of perverted merry-go-round pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her whiten cheeks ... and kissing the voiced melanise flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible palpitation in the black shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along bruiser's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her sexual climax passed over her young Patrick White consistence. She didn't have very much meter to bask her delight, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums Miss !"Bull yelled"Get's cook !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking ignominious pecker ! Sarah squealed, catching the first eruption ... what had to be nearly a pint of seminal fluid, right in her grimace ... mostly in her mouthpiece and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the brass. Sarah closed her eyes just in fourth dimension as the hot cum plastered her haircloth, forehead, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted joy as a third bang dig up into the air, nearly four substructure, hitting the cap of the room they were in, and showering the two fan with a reflected bang. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

cypher could differentiate how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her typeface was completely covered in a loggerheaded coat of pearly Andrew Dickson White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky davenport stared at her information processing system sieve, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and bear on you playing with those beautiful black turncock. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the bacchanalia onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the big dick Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Young living. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable quantity of come poured over her babe's beautiful face ... and it was that final image that sent Becky davenport over the border.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping manus. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black dick ... what they could do to your egg white torso !"

The adolescent's sexual climax seemed to go on for min, but in reality it could only have been a s or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her centre fell upon the cell earphone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in nous echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her cellphone phone, and calmly left her elbow room ... the lively webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living way television receiver was still on. Was mom actually still watching the idiot box ? Becky peeked into the sustenance elbow room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her centre glued to the television sieve.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That phony ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never posting ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the former car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car jump. By the time Karenic got to the door to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to hold back !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her married man's cell phone."Frank ! There's an parking brake ! It's our daughter ! You have to get along home and beak me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her senior daughter's cum-covered facial expression still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It trusted is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the reminder. Seeing the somewhat blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could denude. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock severe cock from his trouser to relieve the painful pressure, and he was going to relieve oneself damn certainly he got some pussy before he put that black monster back in his pants."Thanks for your charge theme. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folk, Sarah's test are not scientific, but we would like to ask over all the jolly White women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational school text begins to scroll across the bottom of the cover showing several URL name and address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn internet site."We here at KNEN finger it is important for you to get initiative hand observational information. Feel free to visit the Black Phallus website and these former websites to find Sir Thomas More information about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of whitened women who have learned the truth about sinister men, and ascertain out where you can meet discreet, sporting, and master black Male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving counsel from the a studio engine room stall. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."gentlewoman and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to land you something very particular. For the first time on television anywhere in the public, you are about to see a pitch-dark cock permeate a albumen woman's pussy !"

The photographic camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the makeup missy. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's massive inkiness pecker in her midget whiten mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to harbour on to the enormous stopcock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too unassailable, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to snap up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's humanity."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good slight cock fall guy girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking apparel off !"

heather's look of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a cheery smile and a sugariness,"OH, O.K. !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her capitulum, revealing her beautiful, slender untried body. Her tummy was long and flat, without an snow leopard of fat on it, and her titty were small and business firm, held by a white cotton bra with down flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in skepticism. He'd tuned in this evening to find out Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his preferred female video star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his centre were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Calluna vulgaris's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, Scots heather took his finally name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a home. He knew the fille was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a nigrify man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually participating ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Scots heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Calluna vulgaris's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that dick the 2nd it was offered !

It was Calluna vulgaris's interpreter that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was heather mixture's slender, young soundbox that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but remark how Heather's body looked so practically like her female parent's. Heather was lithesome and lithe with pale skin, smallish breasts, a crocked little ass ... and a huge pitch blackness cock in her handwriting ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guiltiness as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his keystone desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first clock time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so charge ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather mixture stroked Big Mike's massive fateful turncock in one hand while frantically working the push button of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight denim over her little, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of tight White River panties, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Calluna vulgaris's panty didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big microphone quickly reached one hand down, snaking his hefty black fingerbreadth into ling's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The unconvincing cotton wool gave way easily, with a cushy ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio. The panty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his script to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Scots heather moaned and shivered as an coming passed over her young white torso. Never in her sprightliness ... with any of her swain ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the frame's back. Her feet off the left the floor. Her short fell down past her genu, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her backrest, causing her Whitney Moore Young Jr. firm breasts to remain firm up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful young char. You could probably have any man you want. Are you make to reach yourself to this black man on boob tube. Millions of TV audience are watching !"

"God yes ! piece of tail me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big mike's coal melanise eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous ebony hand on each of heather's blotto white second joint, spreading her branch a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her scummy book binding. The other handwriting moved down to his peter, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink snatch. Big Mike teased heather mixture's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

heather mixture's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink pussy was spread by the start compact inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to extend this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Calluna vulgaris's new White River snatch. Some of you may think that this will stop a opprobrious man from fucking a white cleaning woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to impart up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a short, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"HOLY bullshit !"Her William Green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"hang in there pamper girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow. I want to throw sure you can take it all !"Taking his paw off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in mystifying than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Calluna vulgaris's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get prepare girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next poking, Big mike pushed in an extra 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eyes opening extensive. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's rooster was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a thin bulge in her 2-dimensional whiteness tummy, tracing the schema of the devil making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."broom gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his devoid hand, the one covered with broom's pussy juices, he gently stroked the face pretty girl's facial expression, leaving a track of her own fervour running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her rima oris and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her breadbasket as it seemed to throb in time with the shining inch of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 to a greater extent inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her cunt ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his optic to his rooster."cease it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular Joseph Black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining column inch of his manhood deep into the heather's Cy Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the offspring brunette moaned as Big microphone began pounding away, deep inside her slit. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this giant smuggled tool slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an coming racked her body.


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As the studio tv camera panned and scanned over the immature make-up miss's slender white trunk, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black grade 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 AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the fearful pun,"idiot box history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own heather Christensen has succumbed to the king of shameful turncock and become the starting time EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to wreak Big mike's intact black peter inside Heather's flyspeck white pussy ! heather, can we get some scuttlebutt on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... piece of ass ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of microphone's drive. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Scots heather grunted,"SO ... practiced ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So shameful men's cocks are bounteous and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that blackamoor Phallus's title about black male intimate power are true ! 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 a la mode exploitation ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked human body was sandwiched between the two muscular black rapper as they ravished her consistence. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attention, and failed to learn Watkins question ... or even notice that her physical composition girl was being fucked senseless on live boob tube by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a motion Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her oneirism by B-Love's tumid Shirley Temple Black hand grabbing her blonde hairsbreadth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the hulk rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a cleaning lady ! A BLACK MAN'S tool ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big Mike and broom, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her teat, and B-Love's massive, hot black rooster rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Scots heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of Shirley Temple Black virile sexual authorization to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's massive black cock, slamming into Heather's diminutive White pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their disceptation is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their call are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"wellspring,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a new, single fair sex and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a Caucasian one. The real cogent evidence is in another variety of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married white cleaning lady as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting ability of smuggled male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to evidence that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous total darkness knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chairwoman, spreading her longsighted livid legs full. Her broad, milklike white breasts heaved from her grueling breathing, her ping mamilla were buckram from excitement and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Black Phallus"will close with a special account on the intimate domination of the Black male."Black Phallus"claims that black turncock is the elevation of the evolution of male sexuality. White women all over the earth are defenseless against the exponent of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, melanize cock. Even the most loving white married couple is powerless against the persuasiveness of a prevailing calamitous male ! Black penis has offered to shew this possibility in the studio apartment today, with my assist, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? equitable look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this hypothesis to the final test !"

'' And how do you contrive on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these blackness men, to prove or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to bring out ‘ The Whole trueness'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's form of address as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large blackened cock.

"And how exactly will this psychometric test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the response already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's design to show the power and intimate supremacy of a big nigrify cock by causing me to bewray wedding vows, and my make love married man ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and try out strong to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this job by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, white slit ! These big black he-man have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on interior television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious flavour.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive contraband cocks jutting out inches away from her prone egg white trunk."I have to see this mental testing through to its closing ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the behemoth black rivet around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanity sucked by the passably Whitney Moore Young Jr. make-up assistant."It's my duty as a newsman ! It's the lonesome way we can bring out the whole TRUTH for the spectator at home ! It's the only way to evidence their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or fictive !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so persist 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 air.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ...

The Logos mocked him now.

rent streamed down his face.

His married woman's new words echoed in his drumhead as he stared at her beautiful, corrupt brass on his TV screen.

"These big disgraceful studhorse have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on internal television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little unquiet, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge prick swaying gently over her glowing white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you cerebrate the viewers at home will cogitate about your ‘ ultimate test'of blackamoor Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small white-hot hired man to her groin and rubbed her kitty in sentence with their cam stroke ...
"I think the viewers at dwelling house should recover this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Scots heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure as shooting I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three mighty black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her low lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their behemoth black hammer. She matched the time of their solidus with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to turn out it ! I want to serve them show their claims are admittedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO fucking MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her back and clench her soaking lace step-in. Her white tegument glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their title ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on springy television, but that you actually WANT them to know you, proves that their claim are correct !"

Jessica's heart opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her Shirley Temple Black fan ..."I think your ripe Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be straight, then you don't actually give birth to go through with this now ! You don't have to chouse on your hubby on national TV ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous dim cock in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is reliable, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their call is true up ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their Superior Negroid Male and can have sex me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a closure to all this ... not cheat on your married man on national television set ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect lily-white ass off the place of the hot seat, allowing a Shemar's vast ignominious hands to force the lacy black scanty over her wide-eyed, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy exploit of stunt flying, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous black deal, holding her legs together while his other hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blond kitty, over her snowy whitened thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her trunk altogether !

"Why ... why on land ... would I want to end ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her stage, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to ask position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous dim putz as its dark purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde twat. She could smell his cum ... its sexual magnate was so tangible. It made her steamy ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big spade cock to lie with you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her coxa gently ... trying to get near to B-Love's cock as he hovered in from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the frame's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a duad of heavy-duty wire cutlery."Take you weddin'hoop off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up fille who was still hungrily sucking his blockheaded black cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the ring between its steel. She started to contract the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON sister ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."first base you got ta say the Bible !"

"Scripture ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so randy ... so dire for that big black peter that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What watchword ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to do with all the married fair sex I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his head in disbelief and seismic disturbance. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her caput now, she surely couldn't abandon her dear or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his married woman recited some sickening, ludicrous actor's line for the bleak bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"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 ill at ease calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To consume black men into my bed !"

"to take a Joseph Black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her slit gracelessly as she said the close word"... BED ! ! !"

"My nuptials vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My nuptials vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a Black person man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most significant words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then impound it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to bump ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the closed chain and the snips in her hired man. The cameras moved in, getting a barb of her expression, and her hands holding the tinsnips and the doughnut. A naughty thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the tv camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the tv camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his passion held tightly between a brace of sharp sword.

"billystick McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dazed ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the final stage line."... I WANT THESE BIG Negroid stopcock INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy club vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white paw, holding the interrupt closed chain, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's helping hand fumbled for a instant, shaking from fervour as she slid the relegate circle into its new household, next to Sarah's beautiful antique troth ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's beloved and fidelity for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbolisation of black power and intimate dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny White River left paw in his big calamitous bridge player, he raised them to his stocky blackened back talk and kissed her now naked ring digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her diminutive white hands down over his black body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling fateful ab muscles, and resting on his duncish black putz.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'snatch !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her bantam white hands circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive Shirley Temple humanity. She stretched her blazon out to reach the shaft as honorable she could ... her slender Stanford White subdivision squeezed her heaving ashen breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of womanly ravisher as she pulled his cock closer and finisher to her unprotected, prolific, get married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing clean body ... her whitish Edward Douglas White Jr. breast, her prostrate Caucasian tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde pile ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's sweetheart until that consequence, but it was nil compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his tolerant, ebony shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to overrun her tiny blonde kitty-cat !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his turncock, he was going to clear her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her valued white consistence. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink kitty lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's tool straits had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's howler of joy were matched with those of Heather the war paint young lady, whose phonation could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"Calluna vulgaris's articulation screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... nooky ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ audience ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's intimate ability isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Negro men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, fortune are you'll winde up fraught. That seems not to have been a fear for Heather or Sarah earlier this eventide. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a master cleaning woman ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any form of parturition control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussycat with his dick ! Her clutch on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the forking of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to point that these men were very manly. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up fraught. As a good deal as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to resurrect nestling. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling white manpower. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more baleful ... threatening ... grave. They had to wear upon safe ! She had to hold them where safe ! She opened her mouth to speak but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A safe ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of path I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side 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 protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare disgraceful tool into her unprotected puss !

"You want this nigger cock beef ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any fear over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink soma of her puss stretched to accommodate the hard, hot cinch of B-Love's sable shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her kitty. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so total, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this meter shoving 3 more inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her backrest ... her full Elwyn Brooks White breasts rising in the air ... pink mamilla proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her unit life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in objection. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"squawk I AKKSED YOU A interrogative !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA stopcock ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, weeping of joy began to filter down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's unconditional white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"nooky"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her eubstance, staring at B-Love's massive black cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her puss back talk, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how deep that putz could bottom her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, midst, and potent that seminal fluid must be ... how good it would feel inside her rich egg white womb. Somehow, the theme of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black shaft suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... catch ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"shit straight squawk !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his peter tip along Jessica's purulent lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink lip,"Is that bazaar to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a safe ! I wouldn't want to make any mordant man to get into a prophylactic to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black prick and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so no-good !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news mainstay."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national TV ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's dick in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go inkiness, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE verity !"

"Scheol no, gripe !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the solid truth !"

With that statement, the giant black doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard sinister hammer trench into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screaming of joy and pain in the neck pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN building, and the speakers of trillion of television set across United States. The cameras captured every irregular of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's bed covering white second joint as the length of his goliath black cock hammered into her unprotected clean pussy.

Jessica's torso was so completely racked with joy, she couldn't even make a coherent thinking, let alone Holy Scripture or sentences. A serial publication of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her unadulterated picayune mouth as a wave of orgasms crashed over her trunk. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one climax after another ... each one construction on the last. Her drab heart rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot dick penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was trusted she could feel the tip of B-Love's putz hitting her cervix uteri ... no doubt leaving track of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his stopcock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also experience the B-Love's musket ball, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her bozo as his turncock conquered the astuteness of her rich white womb !

Watkins stared at the magnificent website from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorify video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde pro ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black prick ... on survive goggle box. The television camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the net ... and for the line of descent of rest home TV of the event which E & I would no doubt be making usable for a handsome profits. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little composition lady friend was also being taught the power and joy of a black turncock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to sacrifice him an intelligible answer,"what are your intellection on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's word 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 distance. The guard at the studio apartment's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific stage and entranceway. Apparently, person had told the safety to wait her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the the pits am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservativist spiritual values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of medicine video recording, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sister over the earphone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio apartment and do what ? turn over her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful bleak man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was softheaded ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those blackened men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those event on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the steering wheel, gripping it in her tiny white custody, while her nous reeled in tumult. Her deep economic value about sexual abstention and man and wife were clouded with the memories of her sister's vox moaning on the earphone, the image 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 fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to sleep with her. She still had a alternative in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone set rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar spirit male interpreter said when Becky answered the sound."Glad you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot logic gate to expect you, and who to depend for, where to broadcast you, and to let me sleep together when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door safety call in to separate me you were here. What's incorrectly baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her innocence gang ... the symbolization of her hope to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The studhorse chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go home and lack all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your babe having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entry to the building. There she saw a large, muscular male figure emerge from the building's entering. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the studhorse on her speech sound said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular pitch-black man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The trouble is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the rivet chuckled,"poor girl never even made it out of the car. wellspring that's a job baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't descend looking for you. You'll have to occur 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 experience my big dim cock mysterious inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a abbreviated chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the number. It was her female parent's earphone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The rivet said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the edifice in a minute."the phone scantling said."I'm going to obtain a sexy white girl and I'm going to get it on her with my big pitch-dark cock. I hoped that the little girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy white young woman here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her earphone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your peculiar night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the doorway door latch, and hooked a slender white finger's breadth underneath the handgrip ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud poker suddenly turn as he saw the light source from her car's interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud poker chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and pass on me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH consultation BECKY"

spinal column in the studio, and on national tv set, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette makeup miss getting fucked by the black Phallus boy, but his pecker needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this programme, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unbearable.

"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 consistency from her skirmish with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new maturation in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a Brobdingnagian black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too a great deal for him to bear. His cock was about to burst. He needed to do it immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT bitch !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten column inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND curve OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took spot behind Sarah's ass and pushed her souse wet panties aside.

"OOH YES victor !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"commodity to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive disgraceful cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect whiten ass upward to meet each of Tom's pugnacious thrusts. Sarah had had an proclamation to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's rooster buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer retrieve what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the military action. The nip on the studio Monitor showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's sweating, au naturel breasts pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's pitch-dark hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her leave white organic structure again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poking, feeling Tom's ebony tree girth again stretching the walls of her tight pink twat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the television curing in billion of American sustenance rooms. She did n't manage about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the unbelievable virtuoso of Shirley Temple cock spreading pleasure through her whole torso. All she could see was her reflection in the television camera lens ... a reasonably white girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental black stud. All she could learn was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's great black balls against her white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her young animation had she imagined a picture of such wanton sex. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a assemblage of songs with explicit or indicative lyrics. This wasn't a serial of sexual picture on a television or computer silver screen. This wasn't a hot session of speech sound sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an mixed bacchanalia lupus erythematosus than fifteen feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big Shirley Temple Black rivet. This was her sister… And within the side by side few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black scantling relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the theater director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his care to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ viewer'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning womanhood bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert blank ass up and back to see her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sis's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter voice communication was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim whitened consistence."Tonight's fact-finding reputation on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of Shirley Temple Black males. We have seen here this evening that grim men are capable of seducing and dominating an operate Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married pro. Now you're about to meet a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's syllabus in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swing out up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her thought on tonight's written report and events. And in an commove pull, that Virgo is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she consider of her previous sister giving up her virginity so close to her nuptials day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking trunk that she was almost completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic black studio gang members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her grim friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her middle and looked around. It took her a endorse to concentre on the spate of her untested sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good eventide 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 programme. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it unmanageable. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on tv camera ... especially when she was so steamy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert 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 fiddling shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the expectation of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio bunch laughed at that input."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the head. You might have to serve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his dick thrusts as she tried to reply to his teaching, forcing her to try and choke her moans enough to address clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can understand them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her ping spit around the lense and licked the come residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of Black genus Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of class ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been chastise. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a piece now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black person phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of muted fake objurgation from the black crowd men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you observe listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit disgraceful rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."dependable 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 huge pitch-black rooster into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those fairly gamy eyes ! Such a pretty girl 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 laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your Quaker at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming temperamental."Are they interested in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other champion from school day would be watching this programme tonight. They could see her rightfield now, on television !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next question."Are your booster watching this show ? What do you consider your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Almighty, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be green-eyed do you believe ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I shot so."Becky said, trying to switch the subject."They…they'd probably be really interest in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's dark rooster slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her nates. Dropping her workforce to her lap, then between her pegleg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her twat from outside her blasphemous dungaree. 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 acquaintance date smuggled guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her workforce in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our schooltime I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to look up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to bottom Becky's someone. Instead Becky looked at her bare, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking pitch blackness ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple turncock ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her sister's shaking, nude flannel eubstance. The pair of virginals red-header began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in fourth dimension with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the shag so intently. He decided to establish her a petty something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her rachis. He paused for a second, kneading Sarah's wide-cut, firm White breasts with his big mordant handwriting. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her difficult pink mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making for certain Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's monotone white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black prick clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired adolescent stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a bare four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the entire length of his midst, pitch black rod into her sis's niggling blonde pussy in one right thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! fuck ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA rooster ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your booster aren't dating sinister boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to subdue a wicked smile, stared at the massive sinister cock slamming her Sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible toughness. The beguilement of the treatment would easily continue him from climaxing so that he could center on his questions."Well, maybe this evening's report will educate them as to the welfare of dating black men and advance them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In add-on to our Superior size, black-market men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed vehemence on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young Aythya americana. She shivered and said aught.

"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 account and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"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 ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock stab so that Sarah could verbalise 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 lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she guess of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her depress lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her human foot."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't date black son ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so buttoned-down about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and cock thrust, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her Sister getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in movement of her, she couldn't avail but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you opine of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock poke in and out of her elder sister's kitty-cat, just a few human foot away, Sarah's white body slickness with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her professorship, rubbing herself in sentence with Watkins's jabbing."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the Joseph Black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Shirley Temple Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward minute of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his interrogation."Mom caught her observation and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned dislike,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first place ?"

"Sarah… and her admirer ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her pitch-black phone friend. He was so freehanded. All the nigrify men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the earpiece tonight. He's a security safeguard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to get along to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to do work so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come up and party with total darkness Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to let sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted get out 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 hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's brass. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nerves was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the Son she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his vast dark shaft out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic burden, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again depend at his rooster as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more allure than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's encompassing eye fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no cleaning lady can resist black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more worked up as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... full-grown ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's lawful. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that Shirley Temple Black prick would make you succumb to intimate temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's guide interrogative and staring at his big blacken cock is it penetrated her Sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight unit had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her digit and slammed it emphatically on the anchorman desk.

A 12 black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her accession. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the closely blue denim syndicate around her ankles. The jolly red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted Patrick White tee. The dim studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her foresighted red hair from its girlish jigger tail and sway it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so queasy to suffer your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone friend, and the lightlessness phallus rappers now flowed through her head."I listened to the statement tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible consequence black men have on white char ! Thanks to your program I know the truth now ! The Whole accuracy ! Shirley Temple genus Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her brass. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her ignominious phone friend and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her tiny blanched single, inviting him closer.

The husky black security guard duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His muscular fatal helping hand grabbed cargo hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the sparse cotton plant fabric between his meaty digit, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lissom white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her niggling white tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to materialise ! Do you hear that U.S. ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big black-market man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in joy at both the peter plowing her pussycat and her baby's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchor."Tonight's investigatory story on ‘ The whole true statement'continues to break the get seductive temptingness of pitch-black males. We have seen here tonight that inglorious men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experience teenager, and a wed master. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the puff of her own home. This Virgo the Virgin viewer, the Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a Negro man that she met just 60 minutes ago over the telephony ! Further, wants to this publicly on bouncy television. KNEN is majestic to again get to broadcasting history by being the first tidings course of study to ever to air the go deflowering of a lovely blanched Virgo by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his headphone. Again, he was receiving some newsworthiness from the theater director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's programme. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my elbow room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the livelihood way. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her slit !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very concern. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a shameful stud on home telecasting. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting way offstage where they can't trouble oneself us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a rip screenland of the half defenseless Beck and the dressing elbow room where her parents were being kept. The photographic camera showed a sack up image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to sleep together the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a ignominious man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't fear who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit babe doll !"her big black ‘ Friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a magnificent idea !"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 concern journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young woman, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will pass to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black pecker in direct challenger with the time value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents see ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lecherousness and angry with her parents for days of insufferable primness, grinned at the profane idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and valet, what we're going to do now is send Becky wing and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their youthful daughter risks the same destiny. This way, they will experience exactly what will take place if they fail to convince you to hold open your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the surety guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just seduce surely you stay a Virgo the Virgin until we bring you back out here child !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new admirer led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black security guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - piece 15 : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the sofa in the dressing way, wringing her manpower apprehensively while her married man frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distressed albumen wife and mother felt bang with anxiousness. Karen took a bottle of water supply out of the dressing way icebox and downed it quickly, then started a secondment 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 youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music videos on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that telecasting ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black knocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd ejaculate to the TV studio to join her sister in the depravity. But there was another way out troubling Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her girl debase herself with black men, one after the early, Karen Davenport had become deeply wind up and she couldn't understand why ! Every time value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to jerk off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the rationality Becky had been capable to steal her Francis Scott Key and sneak out of the mansion, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to reckon her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her secondly bottle of water supply, and started a thirdly. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only raise the black feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless blackness thugs on inhabit goggle box. worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment to join her baby. Frank picked Karen up at the 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 safety device escorted the distich to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was black-and-blue, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole trial by ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in fourth dimension to prevent her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A protection guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be civilised,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on goggle box. We're here to cease it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in this evening's events."The precaution said,"Please, come with me."

The precaution opened the doorway wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! seminal fluid along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a import, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on boob tube with all those Joseph Black men. Karen began to call into question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could feature told him where she thought Becky was going, and to tap her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the grounds ? Karenic remembered how excited she had become watching her daughter ravished by inkiness men on television set ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her married man. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"frankfurter,"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 goon would not be so insolent as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your reinforcement !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the wait room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will befall to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the Radclyffe Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard duty.

"It probably would be for the undecomposed if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security measures sentry go said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The surety safety grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio door, and opened them wide-eyed. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security measures sentry duty 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 guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his onetime girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio apartment that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH lamb GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"hot dog Davenport cried out when he saw the tantrum on the news desk.

There, on the news program desk, a bare white cleaning woman, on all four-spot, covered in travail and seed being mercilessly ravished by some inkiness punk in a attire shirt and tie. The panorama would have been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in battlefront of him ?

hot dog's furor got the break of him. He attempted to rush the stagecoach, but found himself restrained by two sinewy black security guard duty."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY brute !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just remain cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

davenport felt helpless next to the immense black protection guards, but wisely stifled his furor and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a expression of disappointment in her eye as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this turpitude !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't need me here, you should sustain left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped suddenly in her tracks at the wad of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the word anchor desk. Karen dropped her void water nursing bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security guard closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent electrical shock as their oldest girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a slattern while the brawny black beast had his way with her in strawman of a camera. The Davenport, so obsessed with the hatful of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even uncivilized tantrum forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lover ravished their beautiful Andrew D. White torso in presence of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular pitch-black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the curvaceous wife and mother as another white woman that they would be able to love with their big bleak cocks into the wee hours of the morning ! The davenport didn't observation that one of the news photographic camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 image, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white human face. The tv camera captured Karen's broad cyan optic and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her girl's befoulment. Karen's already picket human face, framed by her daze of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and valet, there has been a special development here in the studio apartment tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless poke into Sarah davenport's slim White body."We are give just been joined by some unexpected invitee. Sarah, would you please premise our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her centre and looked around. It took her a second to pore on the batch of her mother standing near the studio apartment ingress."Hi mom ! Hi dada !"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 presence of the shocked buttoned-down lady of the house. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs. davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's grim optic. His eyes seemed to bore into her psyche as deeply as his torso bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to terminate her sentence…She lowered her middle to notice her daughter's smiling expression, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from rear."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his apparel shirt and revealing his rippling black-market chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her word of honor when she saw the calamitous stud's amazing body-build. Her eyes immediately focused on his tremendous jet black thoracic sinew. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscleman as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a white adult female's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her mind, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her honest-to-goodness girl ... a girl 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 discombobulation and desire dancing in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking articulatio coxae.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"passkey Watkins asked you a question pa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on endure tv and being fucked by a large pitch-dark man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't interpret how Sarah could do like this. How had his daughter had gone from a Virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the following ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the aim of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter set over the newsdesk ... and that bootleg dickhead on top of her ... Karen had been struck speechless. She stood, frozen in property, almost hyperventilating, her full bosom strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm gullible eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the persona of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that linguistic communication !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you require me to stop roll in the hay"Sarah shouted emphatically"this dim man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficultness focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a slight recently to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a good answer, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so mix up, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discourse while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in social movement of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait 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 interest about that with me. Of trend ... 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 child ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to generate up her virginity to a big lightlessness stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convince her to uphold saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's affectionateness sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short E. B. White bridal humeral veil, a pair of high-heel shoe, and her shining ‘ pureness'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her smuggled stud. He too was defenseless, apart from a lily-white apprehension and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a scoff of a St. Brigid and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the prospect. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't service but stare at the man's enormous melanise cock. It stood straight out from his trunk, an raise ten inches, and as thickly as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch up with the image of the disgraceful stud and the beautiful gabardine teen walking past her mother and over to the backbone desk, taking a place by her Sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her appal don. Some of the studio apartment photographic camera focused on the expanse around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other tv camera continued filming the small orgy of ling, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the only people in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the newsworthiness desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her champion back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her Sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio apartment, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her handwriting and her gaze on her new friend's monolithic erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to mouth, staring at the vast 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 utter calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't return into the temptation of these hothead !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her sire."This temptation is SO strong ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at in high spirits school day have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to opine I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll tryout that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins gossip,"of grade I'll try it, if it will please my new shameful masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"point referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not lawful !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would cause 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 finger while I stroked this big black hammer ! The ONLY grounds I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means zippo to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His dick was still being stroked by her lilliputian white hands as he let his own large, black hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, firm, Stanford White titty. His foresightful sinister cock slid upwards, the barb rubbing against Becky's directly white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover 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 commencement clock time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and gouge them !"

"Rebecca… delight lay off !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebekah whimpered, lovingly stroking the big fateful putz in her deal as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it find ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO undecomposed in my hand… and against my corporation ! I can't time lag to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in front of her lover, until her face was column inch from his putz !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his girl's Virgo lip 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 thick inkiness cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of calamitous prick while her father and female parent watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the dick in her sass."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her backtalk from the rooster."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not get wind tonight to taste a fateful cock ! I'm here to ass !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to turn a loss 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 Negro cock in her hired man."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP pa !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen davenport had been so quiesce that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a companion look on her cheek. Karen had the Saami dazed look on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a muckle. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to break off !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so certainly about that pappa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green oculus were wide and locked on the monumental black rooster in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking tactual sensation in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your funding !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black peter in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to quit, I'll stop consonant. I'll put on my panties and hold to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, nigrify cock in my paw and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really evidence me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her paw drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her leash. The odor of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment Light was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own digit grazed the skin of her onyx marble neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light-colored touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the sudor beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's speech echoed over and over in her mind. Was it improper ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karenic ?"Frank Davenport cried to his soundless wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her female parent's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big lightlessness stud ? Is she wrong to need to demand that big black cock of his into her little white pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG Joseph Black rooster in my pussy wrong ? It for certain doesn't screwing FEEL damage ! Is it awry for Becky ? Should she halt ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to assure them to stop, but her thinker just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her daughters about her gaga sidereal day. When Karenic was a young teen she'd developed betimes and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love life from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously voluptuous bod. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright Whitney Young theology John Major. He had shown her true love and the computer error of her promiscuous direction. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would twist back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire linguistic rule her liveliness like it did when she was untested. Once she had found the genuine path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these calamitous men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her sluttish Clarence Day. 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 hubby. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's hand to reckon at Becky's eyes… bright with lecherousness and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that grotesque black shaft in her hand… the grievous cock that was going to read her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's chest heaving under her night blouse. Her onyx marble hide was turning pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not a lot thirster now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll bar too, if you tell us to. We can all go home base and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is faulty, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just narrate us to stop and we'll both hitch !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw aid 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 line, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all four for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's heart were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's centre. Unconsciously, Karen took two tone forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this pass off. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me afford my precious virginity to this Black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in clock time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and present her black he-man's cock a long, exaggerated poke with her little pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this go on. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black cock in her hired man."That would be wonderful ! link us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"union US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"blockage saying that you wicked lady friend ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP papa !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you guess mom ? Do you think its haywire ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a mighty helping hand that grabbed his shoulder joint from rear. The turgid black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the Brobdingnagian black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. davenport. The sentry go made no effort to impact or influence Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't pinch her.

"What do YOU guess mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to forge the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a undecomposed christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her middle scanned her surroundings… her beautiful nude white daughters… the white women in the former region of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her married man, looking for lesson support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his centre was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing Thomas More to block off this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster buttock, under her jaw, down to her creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. cervix, and under the collar of her royal purpleness blouse. Karen rested a trembling white mitt on her breast, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security system safety device watched Karen, making no attempt to affect towards her, instead starting to unbutton his undifferentiated shirt, revealing his muscular dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the storey, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular bleak studio apartment crew member, watched the confused Edward White wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own article of clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her oculus scanned their muscular black chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the clit and zippers on their trousers, and down to the gargantuan protuberance that strained at the fabric between each man's powerful legs.

Knowing the Melanerpes erythrocephalus was staring at his genital organ, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his dim pant, letting the free weight of his equipment rap get out his drawers downward. The guard's drawers fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an salacious gibbosity pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin material. The other black scantling followed the safety device's confidential information, dropping his own gasp, revealing an equally boastfully bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one footmark forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to face away. The fingers at her blouse clit flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black protection guard duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge ignominious nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green center wide with wonder as she stared at the two bountiful, shameful cocks she'd ever seen, their sinister size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman demand such monstrous Male members inside their body ? What must it palpate like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"wiener whimpered, hoping to perpetrate his married woman's tending from the obscenely magnanimous disgraceful penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much tumid they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these black men's penis were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his call option ! Her husband member wasn't half the size of it of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right wing at that moment.

"What do you opine, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so innocent !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her deal, the one that she wanted to engage her virginity !

"fountainhead, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured psyche of the smuggled penis in her deal."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that minute, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two huge Joseph Black penises that pointed at her from a few pes away… Two huge black member that were so very much farsighted and thickheaded than her husband's penis… Two nigrify penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark hot chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the single that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? recount us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a promptly glance back at her married man. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to front the two powerful black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard black tool that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD knocker to heft up prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one handwriting on her heave, creamy white segmentation, bringing her former hand up to the back of her cervix and rubbing it. The materialistic married woman and mother could experience a powerful sensation of heat public exposure over her body, a marked excitation she'd not felt in years. She used to sleep together sex, but had always felt the motivation to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day sprightliness. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in pattern for a man who barely seemed to treasure her organic structure. 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 total darkness cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous torso trembled all over, her reasonably white face and ample segmentation now flushing vivid garden pink. The incredible imperativeness of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a lot for her to suffer any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'taciturnity finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Father-God is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's disinclination, the full-bosomed red-haired housewife suddenly ripped assailable her expensive purple silk blouse to let on her massive creamy boob barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE piece of tail OF MY LIFE ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's purpose collapsed and she declared herself gear up to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Caucasian wife bumped their clenched fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her Joseph Black buff's peter back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky lily-white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to charter her eyes off the crewmember's and safety device's huge dick, barely able to address her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to take me in here, I told you to let me delay in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could experience prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR girl, I don't need to stand firm these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen davenport's agile blanched fingers quickly unbuttoned her dim slacks. One of the studio camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plentiful curve of her unbelievable creamy white soundbox. Out of the recess of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on TV, her wanton doings being broadcast into hundreds of 1000 of household, maybe even trillion. It was even possible that some of the people watching were hoi polloi she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her playscript club, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the momma of the other students…Oh God… the early educatee ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't attention what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the shine, round curve of her to the full, but firm, ashen ass. She twist forward, slowly letting her drawers drop down her still flannel legs, and forcing her soft, plenteous white knocker to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an prompt burden on her audience.

"Awwww piece of tail !"The black security measure guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"diddly-shit !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic Patrick Victor Martindale White ass ! HER body was BUILT for blackamoor COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black cock in his hired hand and pumped it to bemock Karenic's married man and accent exactly what he meant by his statement.

"wellspring boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her knickers, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy white-hot bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-covered white skin practically glowed under the bright studio apartment light source, making the curvaceous carrottop look like some sort of shimmering Edward White goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no Thomas More time, the two black men instrumental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to claim their trophy. Each of the au naturel disastrous titans took a place on either incline of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the dividing line between the men's robust chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy ovalbumin tegument. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's tumid black dick rubbed against the silky-soft hide of her coxa, belly, and ass, as their big black manus more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white curve of her buxom married body.

The security guard groped Karenic's large Caucasian breasts in his muscular black work force, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her tumid pinko mammilla. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipple were so sensitive, and this Black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his blackened forefront as he ‘ nurse ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full Andrew D. White ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the former. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her gratuitous manus to her side, Karen found his stiff black rooster rubbing against her ass and grabbed handle of the shudder inkiness phallus. For the first fourth dimension, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black prick, feeling its rut, hardness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for Joseph Black cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a married woman ! MY wife ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are right ! It's only raw !"

It was only lifelike. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a converted Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild old age, before she'd met dog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest days had Karenic seen any man who compared to the ignominious men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penis she'd seen, had she ever seen any as enceinte ... or as beautiful ... as the big black peter that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular second joint of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big lightlessness COCKS that the other dim men were putting into her girl'young lily-white trunk ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a stopcock so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her lilliputian white hand. She dropped her other manus down from the surety safety device's neck, down to his rock and roll heavy Black cock that was poking at her flat white potbelly ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as grim pecker in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the Brobdingnagian Negroid cocks that she now stroked in her mitt, inches from her human face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"aliveness dash didn't have a petition !

"Stop that ! She's my married woman !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two bare studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"dog cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two black thugs with their vast nigrify stopcock in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The bootleg crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her genu before him, her redress script holding the security guard's rooster, her left-hand hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long black prick."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigger DICK loose woman ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND right field IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft of light in her left bridge player, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her sass, looked across the elbow room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a lightlessness man's pecker into her mouth for the firstly meter !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tear of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful Stanford White married woman eagerly and hungrily get down to suck the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the action and began to groan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black dick, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the inglorious crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA hammer ! HA HA ! ! roll in the hay YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The Black person security measure guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy livid bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her to the full, 40DD titty shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security measure guard's stunt this by pulling her back talk the crewmember's prick, and gasping, her big dreary oculus wide with daze."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's stopcock, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy white knocker in his large black hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! shag MY TITS ! I WANT TO feeling YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY mamilla !"

"Karen ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the flooring, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the fateful security sentry go to slither his foot-long ebony tree rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the fatal sentry go guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white ball around his long black ray. He then began to hurtle, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his muscular melanize ass as he began fucking the blank wife's plentiful segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to stimulate a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard's black ray of light in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The sentry duty's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's bosom were, his rooster headland 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 knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS bitch'S titty ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'married woman ever let you get laid these boob befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let wienerwurst 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 receipts. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dear,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your peter anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one face of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her chief and turned her face towards him, then pressed his dick's head teacher against her rim. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her sassing. However, with her hands held in station by the security measure sentry go fucking her boob, Karen wasn't so lots giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to bang her backtalk with deep, debate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet center on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in silent repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two lightlessness men, each one with a dick three time the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to resist or intervene with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the former two blackness men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio tv camera catching every second of the married woman's wanton blood and every inch of the lover'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blond bucking and shriek as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awful power of Negroid male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a lily-white teenage virgin, her marry female parent, and her sister all fucked by melanise men at the same time, but first we have some break news ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland level !"

The television camera injection cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of U.S.A.'s sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck nude and being fucked hard by the muscular bleak thug knocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with fret as she lay back on the coffee table in the midsection of the interview set, the hulking blacken knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long Elwyn Brooks White stage. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's fountainhead, where he had obviously just been fucking her oral cavity. An agile, but muscular, Shirley Temple Black stage hired man stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired hand and wrapping her fingerbreadth around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within min of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of Negroid virile intimate supremacy, compelled to disavow your married couple, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on populate television. Can you return us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH screw ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender blank waist and lifted her up, wrapping his right black limb around her white body and pulling her conclusion. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the mesa, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting pitch-black hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her sylphlike blank implements of war around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black pectus pressing against her soft Edward Douglas White Jr. breast. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiac white-hot trunk without missing a pulse, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you gift us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the frame. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed cognisant for the first meter that she was holding a hand-held microphone 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 neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black hired man cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big disastrous stopcock."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 discontinue fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to eff me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH loss TO FUCK ME AT THE Lapp TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP roll in the hay MY pussy ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... leaving ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO nookie THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how right B-Love's monolithic sinister tool felt in her pussy ... the thought process of Shemar taking her ass at the Saame sentence was even more arouse !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his turncock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock head sliding against her ass cheek. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive black turncock pushed into her petite cocksucker. She'd never let truncheon eff her ass before ... but now she was on television system with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him sleep together her ass while his equally big black supporter fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her entire white breasts with his buddy-buddy black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Calluna vulgaris the make-up missy. The erotic good deal of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive dark cocks, combined with the Sweet constriction of broom's pinko pussy, was too much for the muscular smuggled heavyweight to endure. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his punishing black clump tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his thick disastrous cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the inundation of potent seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one terminal shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the redact with her middling white ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black tool. He was still stone hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious bird. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's kitty and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the lounge, his massive Shirley Temple Black stopcock still shooting dense ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and turned her question to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's bridge player ... slickness with his and heather mixture's cum. Big microphone grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free hand. The effulgent blond wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his pecker back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full moon of thickheaded black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Eden. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full ! She had a massive black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her organic structure was shivering and trembling from a single, constant quantity orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's deal, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck opening, while her early bridge player braced herself against the back of the couch.

"fountainhead 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 turncock from Jessica's mouth to allow her to answer the query. Her mouth disengage of Big Mike's massive phallus, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two metrical unit of black peter that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the foresighted, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her rima oris broad as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouthpiece. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rappers and studio work party laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry rima oris and brought it to perch beside his erect cock. As vauntingly as the melanize microphone was, Big microphone's putz was slightly foresightful and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The television camera panned over every soft curved shape of her flawless flannel body, her Mexican onyx skin glowing with perspiration and passion ... and the two monumental muscular black consistence that pressed against her beautiful white female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor lizard again. Her brass was guileful with Big microphone's cum ... and heather mixture's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the Monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to slew his stopcock back between her soft tap rim. She watched Shemar's big black mitt gripping her shank as he continued pushing his duncish black shaft up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spreading albumen thighs as he thrust his ebony tree spear in and out of her blond 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 times ... but he was still pumping ... poke ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his surd, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A automobile. A fucking motorcar. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's stocky dick continued to slide in and out of her oral fissure, as Shemar's rock-hard pitch blackness shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive soot black tool dominated her married white uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was to a greater extent, having her body filled with black turncock didn't just palpate amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these Joseph Black men fuck her like this on live telly was the most of import thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her renown ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black prick having their way with her. The television camera caught every mo of it. USA could see that Jessica McFarland was a trollop for black cock ... but she didn't tutelage ... no, she DID caution. She was proud ... she WANTED USA to see her. She WANTED America to have it away the Truth about black men, and this was the honorable way. She looked into the camera, knowing that the States was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the ass, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"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 laterality over her by not complying with her obvious want right away. The wet, slurping strait of her sass sucking Big microphone's rooster echoed through the studio for several mo before Big Mike acquiesced and let his dick slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... warm ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussycat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder driving force. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU flavour MY Lucille Ball SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Edward White ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA germ, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY strumpet ! A cocotte FOR BLACK shaft ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING camera AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so unsporting ... so slutty ... so rightful ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his total darkness cum in your belly grouse ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would draw out ... Shemar would fight in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every knife thrust, B-Love would pivot his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy More and more ... his twelve-inch beam rubbing against her clit with each poking in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm physical body gamey and in high spirits. It would be more herculean than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from replete to discharge to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full white breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white frame as the two massive pitch-dark men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Andrew D. White, FERTILE uterus WITH MY NASTY HOT nigra CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum trench into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white-hot berm as he hammered away at her flyspeck asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could finger their pace quicken ... she could sense B-Love's massive pitch-black balls, heavily slapping against her cunt ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to squinch ... his pecker began to twinge and jump in her snatch ... taking on a animation of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR rooster IN MY oral cavity ! nooky MY oral fissure WHILE THEY FUCK MY kitty-cat AND ASS ! I WANT ALL 3 OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS inside ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive pitch blackness erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony shaft into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and howler boost at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up daughter, still lying on the trading floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the storey and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a deal to cross her kitty. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched mixed bacchanalia was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her devotee Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's sass. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked puss with the hired hand that she had been using to enshroud it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her bosom and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big blacken hammer in her kitty-cat again, mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her party boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't forgetful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around broom's slender white berm and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their spit intertwining. Fucking one hot white char's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's cock, she felt it start to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the Same way B-Love's did in her puss. She could feel her own excitement construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to irrupt at once ... and the result was being captured on television camera and broadcast for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for Good Book ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their hammer tremble inside her pussy, ass, and oral cavity ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing Andrew Dickson White eubstance shaking violently as she felt the first powerful super C of hot black cum blasting her lip, 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 column inch trench inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his dick, filling Jessica's ass with the Saame quick erotic 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 married pussy with his potent semen. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep poking, continue grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could finger the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her fertile white womb. She knew he'd gotten her fraught ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her trunk !

Big mike's duncish black extremity slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white face and wild blonde with thick jets of pearly semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting hammer into the anchorwoman's receptive back talk, allowing the cock-hungry slut to toast as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his pecker slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his hammer in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up fille Scots heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's mesomorphic inkiness sleeve. Scots heather dropped one of her hired man to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a duo of fundament away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting black tool into her athirst white back talk !

"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 headache little girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga hammer than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE Charles Herbert Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! Tell U.S. !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the Sojourner Truth other tonight ! Apologize ! apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the the true ! flavor INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. split welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure loss over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE superiority OF pitch blackness MEN ! THEIR tool ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... exponent ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE blackamoor COCKS ! pitch blackness male sexual transcendence is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his phonation to its former calm, smooth step to counterpoint B-Love's forceful bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must throw some mixed emotions about ditching him on home television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely obscure. Her head was so swimming with luxuria that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we do it 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 power of Negroid rooster, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national telecasting ? You loved each early for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, truncheon !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's figure. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Joseph Black rappers on live tv set. Betraying her matrimony vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. Billy seemed like a aloof memory from another life."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new realness for the starting time time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's motion, she was answering her own. It was a revealing to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean naught compared to black peter ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our raw masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All fair sex should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve mordant men ... it's ... only cancel !"

"Every womanhood ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve inglorious cock ! All black men deserve any flannel char they want. marriage ceremony doesn't matter. family line don't matter. Only big black cocks subject !"

"What about comparable mothers and daughter at the Lapplander time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think nigga should fuck mothers and their daughters at the same clip ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning lady should present to black male person sexual major power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his turncock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked Edward White body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty white face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it undecomposed and clean-living bitch"he said"I want it gracious and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and baby. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the issue that had been unfolding on the other side of her news show studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's puss,"is that Sarah got her sister here to miss her virginity to a Shirley Temple man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to quit it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the keystone desk and saw a new Aythya americana on her knees, sucking a total darkness man's cock. Nearby, an older, busty Melanerpes erythrocephalus was on her stifle between two black men, while a whiteness man stood nearby, restrained by two melanise security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole home ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's turncock.

"That's how Black penis do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the keystone desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white kitty while you talk to those gripe !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the photographic camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's ejaculate from Jessica's dripping twat and brought his hand up to her sass. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the viscous white fluid from Shemar's long black-market fingerbreadth, bringing her big blue eyes up to satisfy the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty White River ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a duncish glob of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA interview MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a screw married woman who was sitting down to audience three controversial blackamoor rappers for a last pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio composition miss. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diarist walked across the open central expanse of her word set toward her anchor desk, every seductive vacillation of her ass and tit captured by the studio apartment's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized screens that lined the rear of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap telecasting program earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from originally that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's lynchpin desk. When the beautiful blond diarist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that nighttime, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Negroid member'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's xxiv year old personal assistant Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The missy that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was spiritual, 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 minute of the screwing that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another Negro rivet standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black shaft stroked and sucked by a pretty young redheaded woodpecker wearing nothing but a little translucent white embryonic membrane swept behind her head. In front man of the news program desk was a beautiful forty-something redheader kneeling on the trading floor between two to a greater extent black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample flannel titty while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony perch. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his government agency over the early two men and guided the redhead's mouthpiece to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother 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 sis was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that Night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then occur down to the studio apartment to lose her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their new girl was in and had rushed to the studio to preclude the ‘ calamity'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw intimate force of black dick in a matter of hour ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby president and forced to check as his married woman and girl were about to turn over themselves to black dick before his eyes and the KNEN network idiot box camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chairman behind the newsdesk. The photographic camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to exhibit Shemar's lap and his dozen column inch fateful erection pointing at the roof from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked whiteness body with his powerful black bridge player and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the photographic camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black-market member.

"OH GOD piece of tail YES ! !"The blonde moaned in raptus as her married Theodore Harold White pussy was once again penetrated by a longsighted, thick, chocolate-brown tool. She braced her petite white hands on the chalk desktop as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's jet black manhood, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the ground tackle sitting at the desk, looking into America's house, only this time she was defenseless and being fucked by a muscular black 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 photographic camera. Then, putting on her best on-air demonstration voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is nooky AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several pitch-dark men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the binge at the newsworthiness desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big Mike had been on the other slope of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the pretty brunette makeup girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick black shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot slight mother fucker, but at the Sami time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to party with just one female child. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blond, set over the news program desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two Shirley Temple men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his right Negro coat of arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunet war paint girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's optic widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal help future to her. Sara's bra and step-in were long gone. Her long blonde whisker was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her defenseless back. Her tight, troll, whiteness ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins sinewy black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to dissent, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."broom continued mewl weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked kitty. Heather immediately fell silent, her middle locking on Watkins massive opprobrious cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large bleak, helping hand matted against Heather's soft white titty and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball musician tapping dwelling house with his bat before taking a vacillation, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink twat with one, unmerciful poking before she could say another word. ling screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT squawk ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new young man ? Naw ... we don't recreate it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's hammer slip from her puss. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her pelvis. The blonde gasped in surprisal as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her vertebral column. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Stanford White breasts in his monolithic black bridge player, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey infant, I'm Big Mike."The jumbo black doorknocker whispered in the Pres Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his all-encompassing berm, and ran down his all-embracing cask chest of drawers. Her somewhat eye widened as her handwriting slipped depleted and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare Stanford White thigh. She grasped the root word of the rapper's dick in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her reasonably eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her branch wide, allowing Big mike easy memory access to her kitty. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick blackamoor prick deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in disco biscuit.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to fill you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white work force over Big microphone's brawny ignominious berm and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so assuage with Heather.

"Look at that, gripe !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new young woman to have a go at it ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for Negro COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to pit her new lover's poking.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK hussy bitch ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Shirley Temple Black dick ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK COCK lady of pleasure SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE !"ling screamed."shag ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK tool ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her kinfolk about her new job as a war paint artist at KNEN. Calluna vulgaris knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on inhabit tv set ! Then the rappers called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the second he saw Heather walk 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 ling to insure the Sarah davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's prophylactic. When the photographic camera finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her passport out and was even Sir Thomas More concern ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see heather wake up and quickly rejoin the military action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to front away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on cover, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger edition of his wife, ling's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The lot was so hot that Bob couldn't assistant but stroke his tool while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eve may be taking a darker act for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another young woman and Bob wasn't so indisputable about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as often of a thug as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her stage spread and pointed up in the air… the only clause of clothing she still wore were her place. Her lithe Edward D. White dead body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to mate his powerful push. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud oral fissure was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big manpower roamed all over her sylphlike albumen physical structure ... and as his enormous dim cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Calluna vulgaris with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Calluna vulgaris,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

heather mixture suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will descend over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in battlefront of your papa !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"surmisal who's cumming to dinner ? A clustering of BIG Negro NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a air mile in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport missy ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would depict up and fuck Heather and her mother right field in battlefront 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 sexual climax from the black man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that Nox. commencement, she arrived home to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic television introduction that purported to be a news plan. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative married woman and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic computer program as her older girl, Sarah ! Sarah was on subsist television set, being ravished by a group of vulturine black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to get to the same studio apartment ! Karen immediately called her husband to come option he up and together they rushed to the studio to contain their youngest girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous Black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. ineffectual to resist the twit of her sexually-awakened daughter and the sight of the huge black turncock in the room, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lecherousness and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the heart of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black fan, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underclothes and knelt between a inglorious stagehand and a blacken security guard. As her horrified married man watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to lactate and stroke these two stud's massive fatal cocks while they groped and squeezed her rich ass and 40-DD tit. Then Karen's bra was torn from her physical structure and the men began to postulate number fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new acquaintance, a third black Adonis approached the grouping. He was naked, except for a couple of aviator-style sunglasses with pensive Lens, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how much great 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 braggart too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her eyes off the man's hammer, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television 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 Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security measure sentry go's cock while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full Edward D. White titmouse, Karenic reached her unexpended hand out and took cargo hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was approximate, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his long black finger through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's drumhead back, forcing her to stop sucking the surety precaution's rooster. As Karen gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security measure guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new Shirley Temple dick in her mouth, grasping the infrastructure of the lance with one helping hand, trying to curb her new buff's onrush, but to little help. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen take up his tool, he began to thrust his hips, leaping and determined to fuck the pretty albumen married woman's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to remain entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet down and slavish in the face of this new macho-man's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's radiocarpal joint, pulling her hands from the security department guard's and stagehand's hammer, he pulled Karen's blazonry upward, holding them over her head by the radiocarpal joint with one powerful black deal, while he reached down and groped her massive Andrew Dickson White breasts with the former. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding pack on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got architectural 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 berm and nodded towards the craft-services table 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 middling brunet studio page was hiding under the table, watching the bacchanalia unfold in the studio. She had her deal buried under her wench, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the protection safety device, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stage technician dived under the table from the battlefront. The shocked page girl tried to escape behind the board, but the security department guard duty leapt over the board and blocked her path. Within endorsement, all three were under the board. The girls frightened screeching quickly turned to laughter and screams of cacoethes as her sports coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his rooster from Karen's mouthpiece. The appall and rattled redheaded woodpecker gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the dorsum of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karen saw her honest-to-god daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, hefty smuggled man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The pitch-black rivet was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled cheek and ripe tit. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own fully, milky Edward D. White titmouse and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the deal on her titty, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft T. H. White peel and the dark sinewy hands that groped her 40DD knocker. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her professorship, and reaching around from behind to recreate with her. Then Karen felt something vauntingly, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully set up length of B-Love's monolithic black cock resting on her milky white shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit physical body. She immediately reached up to it with one hired man and lifted the heavy, heavyset member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the longsighted, soot black putz and drinking the studhorse's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a marvelous, sinewy black man while she sucked his rooster. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the intelligence desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her knocker swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her low-toned lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her heart. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to acquire her master presenting tone of voice as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole verity'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her girl and myself, into the social status of fair sex who appreciate the superiority of the Negro male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty tweed housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own macrocosm, sucking B-Love's turncock and stroking it with one mitt, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her bosom. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's chummy Shirley Temple cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open air when she felt Jessica's helping hand on her articulatio humeri. B-Love sneered and slipped his tool from Karen's oral fissure. Karen, still stroking B-Love's turncock with one manus, tried to lean over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"gripe is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to do them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the television camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the intelligence desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to reply interrogative sentence ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hired man, desperate for it to be in her back talk again, or skilful yet, in her bitch. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good eve Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good even Mrs davenport, welcome to ‘ The unit Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's vocalism cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his shaft inside her slit. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. someone in the managing director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing remark and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karenic said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic 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 belligerent feeling."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitancy in the grimace of her ‘ total darkness overlord ’."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 diarist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you bump out about tonight's events ?"

"I came domicile tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque buff's lap at the end of the newsworthiness desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin kitty, the two were passionately kissing."I found my new daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. roll in the hay 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 rooster."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what function 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 incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by lightlessness MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so practically that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your sign of the zodiac and came down to our studio tonight, to suffer her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The mess of your daughter with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a dim man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to hold back 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 girls that their virginity is cherished, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you consume your husband accept the meter to pick you up at menage 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 eff what heather would do, if you didn't get here in clock time. Again, why make your husband waste product time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian faux pas."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to aid protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to kibosh them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd occlusion if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's pecker."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black pecker in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the dim men that changed your head, 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 shaft in person ! My daughter seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karenic sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her paw."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"total darkness phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue heart and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. making 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 promise you, he is highly talented…. The unharmed group is. I can personally testify to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a all-encompassing grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga turncock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity stopping point 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 stool you feel ?"

Karen's judgment reeled at the revelation, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's interrogative. Karenic began to pass off heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast disastrous prick in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Saami one that had taken her aged daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heave alabaster boob as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting vocalization,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Lowell Jackson Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the anchorperson desk flickered to lifetime, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The range of a function was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone tv camera TV, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reply, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that glorious sable pecker that was taking her treasured flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the tv camera focused on Karen davenport staring at the giant LCD concealment behind her while stroking B-Love's shaft."You are watching footage of your girl getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The pecker that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your response please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD covert, her blue green optic wide with electric shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her girl never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny albumen deal on his cock. Karen began to osculate, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the Sami dick that she was watching select her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his putz again ... the same hammer that you're watching roll in the hay your oldest daughter's formerly vestal pussy. Can we get into that you condone your daughter Sarah's red of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karenic's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answer weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a monstrance of the top executive of black cock over a E. B. White wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing doubtfulness and mocking scuttlebutt that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistcloth of her scanty, wantonly rubbing her slit inside her panties ... her activeness clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear methamphetamine hydrochloride top of the anchor desk. At the same clip, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the sable shaft and trying to take aim as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some multitude might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on exist television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your previous daughter losing her virginity to the same black dick that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right hand next to you ... while your new daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big fateful cock ? Isn't all this damage, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's hammer. She could feel her excitement construction, her altogether body trembling. Jessica's Litany of comments pushed the degraded wife and female parent over the bound, and Karen davenport shook, letting B-Love's shaft slip from her mouth as she threw her promontory back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karenic and whispered one Sir Thomas More question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the baron of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger peter ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT beef ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her hot seat slightly and cupped her heavy Stanford White knocker, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky onyx marble cleavage and stroking his hanker, chummy, throbbing black lance with her soft, creamy tit shape.

"piece of ass ME YOU BIG spade THUG !"Karenic growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his trash. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his pelvic girdle and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her vast snowy breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a electric chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER strong-armer IS Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER Hope TO BE !"Karenic shouted in answer to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the resolution to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigga THUG TO fuck ME WITH THIS BIG inkiness COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"hotdog Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the likes of TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to sympathise weenie ... 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 black hood take what she'd so preciously guarded all her lifespan ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER peter !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT squawk !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT proceeds ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG pitch blackness COCK !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frankfurter cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU wishing BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO proceeds MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"offer UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A commodity kickoff BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL Black person THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK turncock .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK nigra dick TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! rich person YOU doomed YOUR judgment ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering egg white husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her judgment with lust for my nigra dick ! Let this be a object lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the index of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to Negroid cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to smuggled tool. But you, whiteboy, are the handsome loser ... cause you lose THEM to inkiness cock ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his look towards Karenic again. His rippling black muscleman tensed and his big Black person jumped between Karen's nipple and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty face, beautiful red hair's-breadth, and milklike flannel breasts with sullen globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughter ... lie with me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving breasts.

"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 stopcock."low gear you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't vexation, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"first base, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au Chain made of tie in wedding ring, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the fair sex I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your loyalty to grim Male mastery, an acknowledgment that once you go dark, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering atomic number 79 on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge fateful hammer. Even voiced, it was boastful than her married man's white erection.

"I should warn you Karenic,"B-Love teased."If you don't dedicate me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our man. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one shoemaker's last sentence, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny atomic number 79 band from her fingerbreadth and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black tool terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"good girl."B-Love grinned, his shaft stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding ringing to a broken link in his Chain ... the nexus was Jessica McFarland's wedding anchor ring, which he'd added earlier that Nox."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the major power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black extremity, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so make !"

Frank Davenport hung his head 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 cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior bootleg male. wiener, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only born ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his affectionateness whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his cubicle earlier that dark, she was more distressed than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely infer Karenic between her gasps and shit, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his helper. Frank davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservativist beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the macrocosm, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, untried women. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something atrocious, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come 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 father did.

wiener rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unlikely issue that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely think what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, Frank had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to look on in lost revulsion as television camera captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television camera and being fucked senseless by a black goon. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a bare black thug and begin to stroke and suck that hood's inglorious hammer. Frank SAW his married woman Karen, unable to look away from her daughters, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. wienerwurst SAW his loyal married woman base on balls into the fray, ignoring his protests. wiener SAW his strong-minded wife surrounded by black studhorse and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panty as the Joseph Black men amused themselves with her curvaceous flannel dead body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife declivity to her knees and idolise black stopcock, letting her fairly side and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then dog saw his wife led to the lynchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful goggle box personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. weenie davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his modest Patrick White member, small compared to the pitch-black pecker he saw in the studio, stiffening in his bloomers as he listened to his wife describe the upshot of that night… the frightful mistake that dog had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge ignominious rapper. Then Frank saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger and pop the question both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. wienerwurst protested weakly, but could finger his small blanched erection spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to accept his center off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen davenport spared a brief glance at her hubby, tied to his chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his president as she scooped the thick, hot glob of her black lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her married man rightfulness in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her case and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chairwoman at the mainstay desk, looking up at her beautiful shameful Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'beef ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another spry glance, then returning her adoring blue centre to the disgraceful knocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said aught, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waist band of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The framework torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another acuate ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, still White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one paw high above his chief, holding Karen's torn lacing panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hotdog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarment through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his married woman's torn lace scanty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her death chair at the anchor desk, with the elision of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big Joseph Black cock and stroking it with one paw as she leaned back in her chair and used her other script to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his tool any closer. He dropped a hired man down to her defenseless married bitch and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet flexure. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full snowy breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big peter yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your hubby's lil'ovalbumin prick. You gon na accept to be A LOT wetter if you expect to learn a Negro MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic begged, squirming desperately in her president."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your tool ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue piece of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you reckon I should get to eat your wife's sweet-flavored little pussy and get it ripe and wet for my nigga cock ?"

dog Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking phonation. From the rapper's shade, Frank assumed person was about to untie him from his chair and military force him to participate in his wedding's defilement. No one made a movement towards hot dog, and the white hubby and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, hot dog looked up into B-Love's expressionless typeface, the rapper's meditative sunglasses preventing him from reading the punk's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the Frank's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot puss ? FUCK YOU, muggins !"

B-Love stepped away from weenie's wife, and looked over at their senior daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the knocker take a stair towards Sarah, who at that second was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rapper ignoring frankfurter 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the midget blonde supporter on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chairperson and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big blacken ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, cosset doll."the macho-man hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large Shirley Temple Black paw in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty as she watched her mother and sis. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the miss's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the missy was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her handwriting to her own twat, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a stupor, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, ramification spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two melanise rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to confront Karen's broad spread legs. microphone then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blond looked down at her nude, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to abide Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her female parent's spread legs. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big microphone then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood oceanic abyss into her slender white organic structure. Sarah let loosen a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to falter forward and brace her helping hand against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious positioning didn't seem to slow the relentless rate of Big mike's thrust, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's middle glazing over with luxuria as Big Mike began to gently labor her daughter's face lower, closelipped to Karen's defenceless pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's shine Edward D. White thigh, Karen realized what was about to materialize. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely take herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her kitty."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty font hovering over her mother's flaming hot pussy."They… they want me to get you fix for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to collapse them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to reach them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to turn over these awing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY lack ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge mordant cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's monumental, jiggling white tits and with one mightily black, hand and kneading the easygoing ivory flesh."Don't you want to make us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's immense black cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moans suddenly turned to shout out as Big Mike increased the pace and vividness of his thrusts. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her kitty-cat. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her ramification, inadvertently trapping her daughter's header between her thigh, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to free her girl 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to delight her black sea captain, Sarah wasted no clock time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty light-haired daughter began to gently kiss the cushy pink folds of her own mother's pussy !

Karenic looked down over her own writhing blank physical structure, between her heaving whitish livid breasts and far-flung creamy E. B. White thighs and saw her jolly blonde daughter's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a rickety protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's objection disappeared into a ululation of X as her own girl's tongue made striking with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to contact her daughter's aristocratical kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own angry lecherousness, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her female parent's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

crying welled in Karen Davenport's heart as she winced and threw her head back, ineffectual to stand firm any more than, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her twat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his vast nigrify cock all over the degraded White River female parent's face."What a adulteress ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking E. B. White cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I get it on it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his caput. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! stopover THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY mind WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karenic moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip against her daughter's probing pink knife."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"weenie screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO commodity AT EATING cunt ! MY daughter IS making ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

wienerwurst Davenport watched helplessly as his sometime daughter ate his wife's kitty. The large wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a near up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The misfortunate husband shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to block off the debauched events unfolding before his center. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to consume his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his young daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sis ate their mother's slit. The Whitney Young redhead's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her twat while the other stroked a big fateful hammer. Her optic fell upon her Sister's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just tacky enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."facial expression over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin daughter is watching her big Sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going Pearl Sydenstricker Buck wilderness ! What do you reckon she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her long flannel legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her sr. girl's case as she turned her mind to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide gamey eyes, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet middle and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in plethora and dropped her regard to the studio trading floor. Yet Becky found herself ineffective to resist raising her center discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby young woman. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussycat eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey mommy, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to give her big babe eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how upright it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO unspoilt ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO skilful !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The Lester Willis Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus's mouth was unresolved, gasping for air as she rubbed her Loretta Young slit faster and faster, bucking her pelvis to meet her own eagre fingerbreadth. It wasn't enough ... she was dire for more. She let go of the melanize shaft she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her slit, wildly finger-fucking herself with both script. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her preferent rappers and another big black stud. Her oculus fell upon her babe's typeface, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the scantling she'd been stroking. Without a Scripture being exchanged, the rivet knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his hazard soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR first-class honours degree HUGE nigger COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's heart."I'm SO WET rightfulness NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you call back SHE'S set yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's heart widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to construct these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her jr. daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karenic was n't sure Becky could handle a huge disgraceful cock. `` I ... I do n't get it on. ``

'' You do n't bonk ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen carrottop. `` Well, let 's incur out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The reasonably red-haired teen quickly stood up from her president to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's sinewy legs as he slowly approached her. It was braggy than any of the former black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the piteous Virgo the Virgin was distracted by the site of his raging ebony tree rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the braggart ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the adolescent 's chin, lifting her look up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The prominent ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick dark thumb.

'' I 'm your openhanded fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's look, rather than his huge dick, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've roll in the hay all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your TV, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her stage, cupping her Virgin puss in his large black hand, then brazenly slipped two farsighted black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his digit deeper inside her and purposefully fingerbreadth fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin white puss against B-Love 's probing coal black fingerbreadth. Her Pres Young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her au naturel flannel body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's vapid white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's subdued white physique. Feeling B-Love 's peter pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her house Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be correctly Mrs. davenport. Your lil'daughter ain't near wet enough to contain a big nigger shaft yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing Shirley Temple Black rooster pressed against her consistence and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's distance felt like inside her soundbox. Slipping her hands between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black shaft in her tiny ovalbumin hand, her fingers unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black animal as ripe she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your great fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teenager's fount to quieten her. He kissed her tenderly on her os frontale, then looked over his shoulder joint at Frank Davenport, flashing the rag father a wicked smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can envision something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's read/write head. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head word and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his huge sinister cock swinging in above her mother 's case. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn of events reached over and resumed fingering the vernal redheader 's Virgo the Virgin pussy ... her female parent 's brass trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to find out."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue eyes and undetermined gasping mouth, column inch from her young kitty and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' 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 gravid way for you to get good and wet for BIG Shirley Temple rooster, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's vernal red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing natural language and feeling her climax drawing confining 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 conflict ?"

Sarah davenport, audience and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's snatch. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a answer, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's snatch with her spry white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her pelvis wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's mitt and placing it on his peter, next to Becky 's hired man.

'' tactile property THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that nigger COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony shaft along with her younger girl. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to lose her virginity to real MAN ... a Negro MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you require your daughter 's for the first time cock to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black dick tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips 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 ! ass ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the diminutive red-header around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful cheek.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to avail her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own misrepresented purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to aid your daughter ! well, Becky needs your assist right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached coming. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin cunt, just inches from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER good AND WET AND READY FOR Negroid FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with fervor as she felt her female parent 's breathing time on her Cy Young pussycat. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... release TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big opprobrious cock and opened her center, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink pussy hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one potent arm around Becky 's slender Patrick White waist and eased her consume towards Karenic 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's easy brim brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's pressing osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her minuscule ping clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her backtalk while her mother 's lingua pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The marriageable redheader began wiggling her rose hip, grinding her kitty into her beautiful female parent 's athirst mouth. Becky 's bantam white hands clutched B-Love 's vast black hammer almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat Edward Douglas White Jr. tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black stopcock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"hot dog Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his center. Not only was his solitary daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own slit into her mother 's sassing !

"Whiteboy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll ejaculate over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

bout stung dog davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's cunt for the amusement of a bunch of inglorious thugs. The tiny blanched erection growing in his pants, not to observe a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to bemock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe white trunk began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feel like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her kitty.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to yell. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! screw ! '' The tiny redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake off violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the female child steady as she threw her heading back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT mamma ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY little girl CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her thinker with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her kitty. The wife and mother 's strangle shriek were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her oral cavity. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soakage wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the setting playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't accept it any more. With a mighty hollering, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick consignment. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty shameful pecs heaving with hullabaloo, his thick embrown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The huge doorknocker smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a meliorate use for that little bitch 's mouth. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's kitty-cat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her back talk, then pushed the tiny redhead over on her side. Big microphone coast Karenic and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked white consistence around on the background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughter went limp for their brawny smutty buff, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio apartment tv camera followed every move, the three davenport adult female were moved into spot on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay lady. '' B-Love said. `` If you want fateful cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a bit 's hesitation, the female parent and girl dived into one another 's twat, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their calamitous masters. The women needed no more prompting or education. Karenic and her daughters'long ashen limbs intertwined, their gentle Patrick White hands caressing one another 's easy gabardine skin, their thirsty sassing kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio apartment lights and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chairwoman, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughter ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the thirdly metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport cleaning woman were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could strike his plunder whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and approximation began to shape.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport woman having a debauched tribade threesome. His turncock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be set up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the capture 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the program and that the security department guard that brought Becky in would be eager to strike a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen trollop daughter ... three cleaning woman in totality ... and three black rappers. 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 lily-white mother 's naked body. The two bloodless sister kissed their way from Karenic 's wet married pussy, up her voiced flannel stomach, over her heaving clean breasts, then up her cervix ... to her fount and rima oris. Sarah turned her female parent 's face to hers, pushing her wet garden pink spit into Karen 's oral fissure. Then Sarah gently broke off the buss and turned her mother 's expression away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done bit before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty light-haired headway on Karenic 's left breast, sucking the hard pinko nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red heading on her mother 's good breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'helping hand roamed all over their mother 's naked white organic structure, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the party favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hand down between each young woman 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young snatch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving E. B. White breasts, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, intemperately melanise cocks. Becky 's once guiltless blue heart filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfulness now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelid felt weighty with hunger as she felt her daughter 's minor Andrew Dickson White manpower exploring her bosomy white body. Karenic pushed her finger's breadth deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink puss and smiled. `` You ARE wet dear ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing finger. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... ass ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eye, the smoky blue-violet mantrap filled with trifle away sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading side.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not ill-timed ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE blackamoor 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 take a leak ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' wienerwurst 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 gear ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as hellhole understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her former daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with dad. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first sentence mom will ever have sex with a very man ... with a literal pecker ... a BIG BLACK pecker ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her laboured white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty haircloth and looked around the room at all the mighty blackamoor studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual hullabaloo. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first sentence all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her founder, then back at her female parent.

Karenic looked over at her married man, his face dripping with travail, his trouser wet, his small erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a conflict. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their girl had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on photographic camera ... broadcast on idiot box ! Karen glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. davenport considered her next Word of God ... and military action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in closing and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a susurration, but the studio mike and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't postulate to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... spousal relationship does n't matter ... saving yourself for married couple does n't count ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard bootleg tool horizontal surface with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's arduous girth, failing to close completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue heart widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her bridge player. The young redhead leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's prick. The camera framed the crack beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous smutty barb in her petite clean hand. `` Big ... black ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red fuzz as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal clear for the people at nursing home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her mesh ? ``

'' BIG Negro COCK ! '' Karen cried out without indisposition.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to turn over up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK peter ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his clapper. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU set up to betray your married couple vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's dick 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 lust drunkard she could barely focus her heart as she looked across the studio and into her poor husband 's alarm face. `` I 'm about betray our hymeneals vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... Negro ... NIGGER ... peter ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one foresightful middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the tv camera. B-Love 's finger was thirster than near white men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussycat succus, and just a bit of her rip.

'' So much for your honest phratry values, white US ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and vigil while your wives and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black jigaboo tool ! ``

The warmth in the television studio apartment was intense, not just from the studio apartment lights, but from the body heating generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the camera. The picture was being send unrecorded across the Carry Nation was high definition icon of senior high school contrasting flesh tones, a full color picture of dim and white anatomy. The"whole Truth"anchor desk was a hatful of au naturel, writhing bodies… punishing smutty brawniness and diffuse white hide, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were pitch blackness, near of them phallus of the rap group"Black person Phallus ”. All of the char involved were white, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde video conferrer and intelligence newswriter Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"black Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the beloved married white journalist to the intense power of black cock. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette makeup artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal helper, Sarah Davenport, had joined the doorknocker'coach Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the programme. Having already been seduced by smuggled macho-man the previous nighttime, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial bacchanal unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Negroid genus Phallus's euphony. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal blank adolescent had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the chemical group. She learned far More than she could get imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but telecasting footage of her Sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of speech sound conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that night to apply up her virginity to one of these pitch-dark studs. She'd had no approximation that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial porno that masqueraded as a ‘ music telecasting ’. As if that weren't exorbitant enough, Karen then realized that the television in interrogation starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the wife and mother continued watching her television in jounce. The rapper on television had their way with the pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White journalist, a professional Andrew Dickson White cleaning woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every secondment of being used as a fatal stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to tickling. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't card Becky slip out of the firm until the virginal stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her hubby for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden trueness. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to lay off Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to check either one of her girl, 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 girl tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her wedding ring, and extend them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Shirley Temple Black Phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white-hot journalist on live television, 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 hussy that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal babe and button-down mother into the rappers'devilish clasp ! Now all five beautiful white cleaning lady were now professing their desire and veneration to black cock on live television… and two of the beef hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap radical, had something exceptional planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his immense pitch-dark pecker, while the former fingered his necklace made of Patrick White fair sex's doughnut."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some spade dick in those petty snowy pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mummy, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instruction manual for everybody to assume their optimum positions ‘ on phase ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to express heather mixture, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, duncical black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked tweed correspondent over to another blackness 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 smile when she looked down and saw the black rivet's prick was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blond beauty grasped her new buff's rooster in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, side by side to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick glance at the immature redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud poker that had seduced her over the headphone, 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 judgment of conviction lead off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all secure girl."The scantling said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news program desk and slapped her nude ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me bankrupt in that piffling virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your showtime butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"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 idea scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH screwing !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue middle going wide and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to boob tube across the nation. One such boob tube could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock shtup toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The photographic camera now joined the three Davenport cleaning lady, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center on area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked blank bodies huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'bare shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their coat of arms around her shank. The three nude black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughter. The three fair sex looked up at them, optic filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous Negroid cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the unadulterated white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's husband and the male parent of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby professorship and watched as three naked, heavily muscled inglorious men approached his family line. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these disgraceful bastards… he'd seen his wife Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but check. Now, again, he could do nothing but picket as the three rappers took their post in figurehead of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his chagrin. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black strong-armer rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many old age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the Same black men who had seduced their honest-to-god daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to trust it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able-bodied to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's in the beginning terror of vehemence."HONEY, PLEASE ! surface YOUR optic ! smell AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR home !"

Karen didn't respond to wienerwurst's plea. She didn't really even see them. By now she was completely under the patch of the three black knocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their night, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a conk whine as she looked at the three splendid ignominious tool that swung at her eye-level scantily 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 eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to deal a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's stopcock, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and Forth River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own kitty as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is untimely ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big blackness cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his boastfully black hand, showing off cock's length, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Energy this looking wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whisper as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussy while staring at the big disgraceful rapper'cocks.

"Karenic !"weenie yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his Brobdingnagian hammer upward, the thick apple-sized brown header barely just a groundwork from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR family !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full Patrick Victor Martindale White breast heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'huge black erection and rubbed her purulent frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's immense contraband cock, a foot long and the vividness of rich people chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's peter, just as tenacious, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like burnt umber with ointment. She then looked over at Big mike's cock, dark brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH heavy than wienerwurst's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were to a greater extent than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erecting."All 3 of you are TWICE AS LARGE as weenie !"

Frank heard the exhilaration in his wife's spokesperson and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his effort at reasoning. He was about to lose the womanhood he loved to these sadistic punk rappers. hot dog began to cry, not in masculine reserved snag, but heaving whoreson. Desperate to lay off them, frank tried to think of what he could do to preclude his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"wiener nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her begetter's behavior."Look, pop's call now !"

"Daddy, turn back it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on survive tv while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"Frank, calm air down."Karenic admonished her husband."hitch 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 topper piece of tail you've ever had in your lily T. H. White life, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, female parent and girl, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigra THUG RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the shag BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her broad violet eyes darting hungrily from one big 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 fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loudly, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to sleep with first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigra cocks is gon na mar your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na bang that hot married livid pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, correct beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full phase of the moon milky knocker heaving excitedly."H…how will I pick out ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."virgule these jigaboo gumshoe, hold ‘ em a clinch, feel how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her bantam Andrew Dickson White work force."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge putz closer to Karen's brass. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hired hand to B-Love's rooster, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how a lot of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the knocker towering over her, his reflective sunglass mirroring her rumination. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge mordant hammer. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her hymeneals ring… Sarah's appointment ring. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolisation of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny blank hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so much 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 teaching she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."spring ma your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a indorsement, her eye widening with recognition when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The pure redheaded woodpecker quickly lifted her bridge player from her snatch and pulled the band from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the thenar of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the Pt stria so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling White bridge player. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ringing. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okey Karen, you've selected me to be the first-class honours degree man to make out your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome human face, smooth café latte peel, muscular breast, and a big pitch-black cock. He looked like he would be assuage, in venom of his muscular frame. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a blacken hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three foot across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his pecker. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hired hand, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their pelt colour contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast mama,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close to Becky and stroked her blushing brass with a sinewy dim hand."otherwise, they might BOTH lie with you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her deal."Together ! ?"Karenic's creative thinker flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same fourth dimension, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh Hades no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her air castle."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need to a greater extent black cock !"

"Yeah sister, 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 seduce you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue middle going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the cerebration of all three shameful men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's excitation did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed gabardine puss, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your slit is as cockeyed as hers ? order me mummy, is it ? Is your pussy as rigorous as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a real man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may experience been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few coon interior of her in the cobbler's last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA stopcock !"

Big microphone's dirty talk worked like a magical spell on the beautiful lady of the house. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residuum on Big mike's prick as her daughter's own snatch juice. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge blackened cock in her hired hand. As very much as this persuasion should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat shameful shaft in her tiny Theodore Harold White hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to suffer it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big mike and taking his prick in both hired man."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real why your daughters are goin'pitch blackness ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Same !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's married man across the studio. hotdog davenport hung his head low and stared at the level, ineffectual to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and nooky ME with your BIG inkiness turncock ! contract me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"perdition yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is set to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly barytone as he moved forward, placing his tumid calamitous hands on Becky's bare white knee joint, then sliding them over her mild, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her Virgo 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 ‘ terrible'dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black peter just about one ft away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that stopcock looked impossibly bombastic. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the realism was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced Thomas Young mind flooded with interrogation. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really need this ? It was all too often. She panicked, beginning to charge and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the mighty black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mum !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby lady friend is getting cold base. You want to help me fix this ?"

"equanimity down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't shag this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big Amytal optic. She immediately felt hangdog for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger girl's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be alright ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young naked bosom quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your head to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mummy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma razzing's got to show her babe bird how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga dick into your daughter's confection gabardine virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rampant melanize hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery slit. She imagined her small white paw grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The light-haired mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blueish eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me aid too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your babe get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty deal under Becky's slender livid arms and cupping her house white breasts, pulling her bantam flannel physical structure back along the desk and driving the slender carrottop to lie back. Sarah crouch forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep back laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's reaction, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous build off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big microphone's powerful black brawniness handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky T. H. White breasts pressed against the cold glassful screen background, her men resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet pussy. She felt Big microphone's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt mouth. Karen's violet eyes iridescent wide open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to thrust Big mike's hammer into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's slit back talk with the tip of his huge, slurred cock.

"Easy young woman. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, firmly putz head teacher up and down Karen Davenport's still white ass and knock pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for switch angles and takes that could be released later on DVD and websites. The two other tv camera in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport char, and their seduction at the hands of the Black person Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his prick just over a human foot from Karen's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's genu and spreading her leg."scout my smutty tool into your daughter's white Virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth curvy White person ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to uncover Karenic's wet, hungry married kitty-cat.

Karenic whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, strong hands rubbing her flaccid white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her slit back talk, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sentiency, desperate for More intimate contact. Her social movement was rewarded by the feeling of something stocky slipping into her wet pink snatch, 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 wide blue eyes."YES ! Your putz is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her kitty-cat walls stretching to conciliate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a mates of my fingers ! tinker's dam, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her articulatio humeri and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his script, while his early mitt was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me gripe,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock severe black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please eff me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will mollycoddle, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his recondite gravelly vocalisation."Every in you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."helper ‘ em out girl. move over them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her Loretta Young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her puss."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! help her see the verity !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my tool into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue heart welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking her girl rightfulness in the eye, Karen reached a quiver paw out and grasped B-Love's boneheaded calamitous shaft in her trembling white paw. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her phonation trailed off, Becky's psyche so conflicted between fear and lecherousness she found herself unable to organise logical sentence. In spite of her genial confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled shape flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her coxa involuntarily, causing her firm, Danton True Young boob to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a enchantment and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a thirdly finger's breadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this prick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, gruelling black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her unseasoned pectus heaving, making the land site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth between her female parent's beautiful white aspect and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a chassis between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the spine dry land, tied to a chairperson. Her founder."postponement ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing dark member closer to Becky's new white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blue eyes darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."mum's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the hammer in her manus, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"papa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karenic said, turning her psyche and glancing at her shoot down, dejected husband, still tied to a chairman off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards hotdog davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full tending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's pecker upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making certain her girl was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's leaden Black musket ball, then gently slid her glossa up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long hammer.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the deal of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite knocker's enormous bleak cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her peal her spit around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to cope with her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide. The studio camera closed in on the activeness, studying the commutation between female parent and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her inquiry as she lowered B-Love's glistening black prick and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pinko flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you intend we need to concern about dada anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant melanize cock.

Karen smiled."Are you fix 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 viscid pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown school principal. Becky's big blue oculus widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… auspices ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his psyche slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her headspring sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to relieve oneself him put a rubber on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's shaft tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected kitty-cat. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching down and hanging from B-Love's hammer for a few secondment, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy sass ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, dense semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her new, slender white body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red Virgin pussy, between her spread white second joint and up at the HUGE dim peter that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's prick, forcing another pearl of pre-cum to constitute at its tip, bigger this prison term, the pearly-white blank fluid began to ooze from the rapper's engorged ebony tree erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO prophylactic !"Becky gasped, her pretty tit heaving as her external respiration began to accelerate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just eff me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin award ! She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big microphone, who was still stroking his dick and waving it teasingly over Karen's troll whitened ass. He nodded his blessing and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing black rooster drop downward and between Karenic's branch. Karenic grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately need. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, rooster principal teasing her hot, hungry pussy rim, 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 nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now sacrifice yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge total darkness cock that her female parent held barely one in from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. Virgo cunt. shivering, her chest panting with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her pelvic girdle. Then, a half a second later, for the commencement time in her liveliness, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black-market cock oral sex lightly running along the length of Becky's gentle pinko outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character 20 ONE : LIKE female parent, the like girl"

wiener Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio apartment observance in incapacitated horror as three goon rapper shattered his total Earth, barely able-bodied to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning time wienerwurst had had the perfect whiten suburban life. He worked as a youthfulness minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Loretta Young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television receiver news show star Jessica McFarland. His younger girl, Becky, was soon to graduate high-pitched school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy league university. frankfurter could not consume been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church service group meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding hot dog come base immediately. hotdog raced menage to find Karen standing in front man of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN net studio apartment, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and middle glazed over in shock, launched a frenetic story as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each detail Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, purport on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a mathematical group of large, sinewy bleak men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young charwoman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a ignominious man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his new daughter, Becky, might be in computer storage for the same circumstances. His fears proved free moments later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a flimsy bra and pantie and announced her desire to drop off her virginity yet another one these ravenous Black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protest were ignored as both his girl and their companions instead focused their attention on Frank's married woman. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl saturnalia with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughter'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their beginner's dissent, or posit herself to the torrid, interracial riot. To hot dog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful United States Congress with these perverted black devils. When frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chair and wedge vigil as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the natural action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, groan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the center of the studio, on a boastfully glass anchor desk, a shot of raw, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot visible radiation.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, Methedrine mainstay desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very tumid fateful men. At the former end of the glass tabular array, Frank Davenport's wife and girl were engaging each of the three black doorknocker, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to blockade their debauched demeanor, ineffective to look away from it, and ineffectual to repress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his central acceptance of black male laterality. Tonight, Frank davenport, along with the rest of U.S., was learning the"whole Truth"about grim men's sexual great power.

Sarah, Frank's one-time daughter, stood on one leg behind the ground tackle desk, lifting her other fundament off the floor and resting her genu on the screen background, spreading her stage for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip as he slowly thrust his midst, chocolate cock in and out of her pretty blonde kitty.

The rappers took their time with Frank davenport's married woman and untried daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further vellicate the previously buttoned-down Patrick White women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass background in front line of and under Sarah. Her Loretta Young, lithe, nude clean consistency practically glowed under the studio ignitor. Her jolly red-haired principal was cradled in her older baby's gentle hands. Frank had watched as the knocker'loss leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue heart lock onto the rapper's grotesque black cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her ranch white knee. Becky was a Virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked changeable. frankfurter had latched onto this gleaming of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

frank's supplication were mocked by the rappers, who decided to make for Becky's mother against her Fatherhood in a turn battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only tolerate Karen to be fucked by black-market men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to consent. Sarah might consume been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate Hope that Karenic would come to her grass and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting goon.

wiener was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent over the desk, next to their older girl, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked tweed body. Karen's heavy, diffused white breasts gently grazed her Becky's apartment white breadbasket and creamy Patrick White second joint. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red hair. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony dick. Her agile fingers quickly circled the rock-hard lance, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale sign on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny white hand, 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 behemoth called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black hoodlum stroked Karen's sleek red whisker and raw white-hot body with his dark, meaty custody. The tip of his own ebony humanity, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The rapper tormented the Theodore Harold White housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussycat lips, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the stop number of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing bleak member towards her younger girl's virgin pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's unconditional white tummy and footling red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her cervix, supported by her sis's placate hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black cock moving closemouthed and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the immense black pecker in their mother's tiny blanched hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its preciously prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and jump in Karenic's manus like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three adult female gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his middle open, trying to be stiff, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to turn away from the scenery on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of vision displayed unlike television camera slant of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one reminder, he heard his darling confection Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… frank sentiment, yet again, this might hold back everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitoring device in repulsion, only to find oneself himself looking at another monitor, with another photographic camera Angle. There, weenie heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his cherished kitty express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… snuggling and sucking the slimy black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his center fell on yet another reminder, Frank saw a close-up of slurred drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's shaft's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a rubber, only for her female parent to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to respond with excitement … Bucking her hip joint, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin snatch closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to do it her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a Department of State of electrical shock as the tv camera closed in on the mo that his precious untested Becky lost her virginity to a inkiness rapper on populate television.

The blind showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty-cat, it's beautiful pinko folds shining with her exhilaration, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the blind, the throbbing, dripping smuggled header of that atrocious fatal cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white script. The studio apartment was so quiet you could take heed a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo the Virgin cunt sassing, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her early handwriting brought the rapper's grievous black turncock that final examination inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karenic gently shook the cock, letting the pearl dribble from the cock straits and slide down over Becky's virgin twat. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's tool.

This clock time, however, Karen did not shake the stud's cock.

This clip, Karen spread her daughter's pussy backtalk with one manus and used the early to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virtuous folds !

******

Becky Davenport's response was immediate and extreme. The intimate tension was too often for the red-aired teen to yield. Her body shuddered, wracked by climax at the slightest touch modality of that imperial contraband cock on her pink Virgo slit. Becky screamed, arching her spine, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's entirely apple-sized cock headway to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH ass"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the outset clip by first inch of B-Love's foot-long total darkness putz ! Cameras captured that moment of kickoff contact and the groundless look in Becky Davenport's big blue sky center, broadcasting her shock and upheaval out to boob tube in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut cinch slipping into her married white cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karenic as she guided B-Love's rooster head into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped yesteryear Becky's outer lips Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karenic, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide white rosehip backward against Big Mike, anxious to look at more of his peter inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so practically thicker than her married man that Karen could already experience an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's clench on B-Love's barb loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous black cock into Becky's virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH screw ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of thick black putz pushing into her virgin twat had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this mightily 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 different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone effort two more inches of his fat blackamoor rod into her married pussy. His potent disastrous hands grasped Karenic's wide hips and lifted her curvy Edward D. White ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the field glass desk, her fully white white meat pressing against the cool off pellucid open. She glimpsed a studio cinematographer under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on dwell television. Karen moaned, biting her down in the mouth lip and again grabbed the root word of B-Love's turncock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperient White person teen."dickhead girl, it's only a duo inch. 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 range as B-Love forcefully pushed another in of his prick into her virgin kitty. She looked down over her mat Edward D. White tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's monstrous blacken cock had not yet penetrated her young blanched physical structure. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virtuous cunt. It was tight, so tight Becky could let sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big blue-blooded eyes widened with sudden panic as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's cock to dislocate from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to maintain her sister's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to simmer down her young sis."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE Black cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his thick black penis into her voluptuous Andrew Dickson White body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's savourless white tummy… which in go, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her new daughter's panic plan of attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so just, so full phase of the moon in her liveliness. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inch of cock that he had yet to turn over her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"shtup ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the relief of the doorknocker's peter."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to support her ass up into Big microphone, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said goose egg to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and terror in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky bankrupt everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her tender, motherly tone. She looked into her girl's uneasy font, big blue oculus full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young white torso shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flashbulb of rancor towards her ‘ trivial girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are consequences for our action at law, young madam !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's peter finisher to her pussycat again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's prick just an column inch from her girl's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's stopcock in her mother's bridge player, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how perplex would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entrance of Becky's twat."to miss your virginity to these noted, sexy black doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her kitty-cat lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A lilliputian bit."Karen lied. She knew that a rooster as thick and long and hard as the one in her hired hand would be tough for any woman to wield, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be placate with you !"

"Karenic !"frankfurter Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chairwoman this whole fourth dimension, forced to find out as three black doorknocker took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and girl not to debase themselves for these black hood, but Becky's objection rekindled his Leslie Townes Hope."Your girl is in annoyance ! These men are fauna ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP wienerwurst !"Karen hissed at her hubby.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shag up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ brute'dogshit ! You call us animals and we're just might begin actin'like creature !"

hot dog shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the hoodlum's threat, but still he would not be mum. This was his last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protestation toward his daughter."BECKY love, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would entail they were raping you on live tv set ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's twat lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. William Tell him he's faulty. severalise your father you don't want to block up !"

Becky looked over at her sire, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his nigrify face expressionless, his heart hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nil, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky view of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his facial expression that Saame stoical reflexion. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at dark ... she liked to calculate at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her modest lip. This was real. That immense lightlessness cock was REAL ! No Sir Thomas More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His cheek was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby young woman says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, pop doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, infant girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this prison term more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"commodity daughter ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her married White snatch, pushing a bit cryptical than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T blockage ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO stop consonant !"Becky screamed this prison term, lifting her articulatio coxae up, pushing her kitty forward and taking B-Love's big disastrous cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another column inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's typeface, another on B-Love's rooster being guided into her Virgo the Virgin puss by her own mother's hand. Her mother's other paw clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her former hand to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless bitch as Big Mike continued teasing Karenic's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no to a greater extent than five or six inch of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former script, Becky reached out again, this fourth dimension for B-Love. Her slender whiteness arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the unbelievable pressure he was creating inside her Cy Young consistency. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brownish muscle through the opening between her delicate white-hot fingers. She admired the way his pelt contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Andrew D. White band on her annulus digit, where her ‘ purity Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender white finger mingling with the tintinnabulation of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black dresser. She could finger his heart beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard peter pushing into her ‘ Virgo'cunt. B-Love's affectionateness beatnik slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's shaft sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched manus, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD Negroid rooster that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's manus guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her new whiteness consistence !

"AAAAAAH jack ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! screwing ! piece of tail ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the unbelievable insistency inside her, and then the hurting she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her cunt, up her spine and across her back, shoulder joint, and neck. It was standardized to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more mightily.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young physical structure shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's mitt."OH…OH nooky ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big microphone grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's unconditional White River breadbasket. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebon erection, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Edward Young, inexperienced twat. Her brass now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible imperativeness of B-Love's cock driving into her girl's dead body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's deportment that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this pointedness, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, her big violet oculus begging for everything that he could move over her. Big Mike was only seven in inside her pussy, but he was recondite than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO shtup ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! roll in the hay ME HARD ! reach ME THAT WHOLE shaft ... I'M ... expiration ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the completely affair til your girl does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's shaft pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... Sir Thomas More, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's Lester Willis Young albumen boob quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored breath ... every column inch of black cock she took into her tight, unspoiled fiddling pussycat ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her girl, reaching out and stroking her case,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender white physical structure.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed keep of B-Love's pecker shaft and pulled it from Becky's puss. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's rooster, the licking and sucking the read/write head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big downhearted eyes widened, surprised and baffled by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'mama ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her fucking thinker, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's rooster back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The knocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her vertebral column, her ripe mammilla shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the insistence again ... then the painful sensation ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of dissent was quickly silenced by one of Karen's men. Karen's other paw 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 full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's shaft deeper into her sister's pussycat. The Cy Young blonde bucked her pelvic girdle excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting bleak cock."present IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the hurting focalize suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's pecker driving deeper into her body, pushing against the immunity the inside of her eubstance was giving it ... a resistance that would never hold up against the power of a black pecker.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's shaft pumped her twat faster and deeper to prove his commendation of her actions."He ... has ... to ... rift ... through ... YOUR ... maidenhead ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to injury ... just a minuscule ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgo's maiden barrier with the tip of his sable artillery as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his diaphysis. He looked down at the wanton Caucasian wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet middle burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his binding, frantically pushing on his muscular inkiness ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the poor white shit whose wife was begging B-Love to take her daughter's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Thomas More Shirley Temple cock and willing to do or turn over anything to get it."pass IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE matter !"

"KAREN !"wienerwurst sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed flavour in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to squall at the knocker."SHOVE ALL twelve in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK stopcock INTO MY daughter ! proceeds HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! fucking HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A slovenly woman !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom Andrew Dickson White mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body vibration as she felt B-Love's hammer stretching the walls of her tight unseasoned pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her blotto virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her virginal membrane. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic arch in time with B-Love's shallow jabbing, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The rapper drew his pelvis back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The young redheaded woodpecker writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her mother's aristocratical hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her mitt from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the unseasoned carrottop immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could sense her whole ashen torso tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the doorknocker backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't slip any rich into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender flannel waist with his powerful Joseph Black mitt to hold her where he wanted her."You desire me to intercept ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to know you ? Maybe you want some fiddling heights school WHITEBOY with a picayune WHITE DICKIE to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG inkiness COCK ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! occupy my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her wholly white-hot body as she looked up at the potent total darkness doorknocker and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more unrestrained as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to have more of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to call."FUCK ME ! roll in the hay ME WITH YOUR BIG total darkness rooster !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to front away from the hair-raising scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no dignified, buttoned-down white husband and father would ever desire to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a sinewy nigrify rap artist… and both helping check down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. hot dog saw Becky, also naked, with her long tweed legs spread across-the-board around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. weenie saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty eld gripping that inkiness thug's groundwork yearn stopcock in her tiny lily-white hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virgin snatch. Then, Frank saw the Negroid tough rapper roughly grab his virgin girl's slender white consistency by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his mesomorphic black ass, driving his knock-down pelvic arch forward with one powerful, deeply thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK Black person cock into her virgin white cunt… taking frank's daughter's chastity with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her maidenhead was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The hurting was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a delight unlike any other that the virgin adolescent had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her immature white organic structure was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's onetime Sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulder joint and head and steady Becky's young body for the continuing onset. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from fanny, her own weight unit being supported by Shemar's powerful black helping hand gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other mitt to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's handwriting and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger wrapping around her own and her deary rapper's thickheaded total darkness cock push deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her scummy 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 alive for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular pitch-dark studhorse fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a pitch-black man. The young redhead soon began to go against and thrust her ashen hip joint to see B-Love's thrusting nigrify cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrust.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical stream was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad dark chest and pectoral muscularity, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling black abdominal musculus and his minute pelvis, the dark hide contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his potent, thick bleak stopcock between her leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Lester Willis 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 svelte blank teenaged body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking Shirley Temple Black rap adept gripped her shank and thrust the replete length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her little red-haired snatch. Her reasonably centre seemed to glass over over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful case. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her overt mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full scream as Becky davenport announced to the reality that she had come… and that she was no yearner a virgin.

The camera confirmed the truth, capturing the epitome of a dribble of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her Sister's head, wiping the sweaty red tomentum from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so majestic of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did dependable too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black weapon around the slender blond, cupping and squeezing her house Andrew Dickson White breasts as he continued fucking her from tooshie 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 middle and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety 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 handwriting behind her to cradle the cover of Shemar's fountainhead. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sis screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A fond wiz passed through Sarah's torso, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick Shirley Temple cock continued to Ezra Pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful purplish eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the immense black tool thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than pain in the ass. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth River. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the screen background below her girl's puss and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every poke from B-Love's terrifying, vast dim cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's untried white consistence. Karen had done this. Karen had helped change by reversal her virgin girl into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high school schooling. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the vertebral column of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch 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 affair off, started seeing other Guy, had better sex ... but was never quite quenched. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her daughters, and the grandness of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving married woman and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed squawk she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody wretched of her. They were all pitiful whiteboys, with small dick and no thought how to fuck. What a permissive waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a literal man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Negroid dick.

Karen felt so well-chosen for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively abandon act of sex with a piteous white nonstarter like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so lofty that she had ensured her untried daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness girl Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."right girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her good young tit."Such ... a ... ripe ... good miss ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's surd pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the corrupt sensation of a black turncock in her de-virginized pussy and her female parent's lips on her breasts.

Big mike, the bighearted and most hefty of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, white-hot hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick blackness cock half buried in her hook up with white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his putz, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karenic had finally ensured her daughter's complete giving up to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was metre to sacrifice the curvaceous white married woman her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful black deal around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky clean earth in his large, dingy fingers. As the knocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy plunder, his throbbing inkiness cock pushed two inch deeper into Karen's kitty, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her head and looking over her berm at the hulking opprobrious stud poker hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye middleman with her husband one lastly prison term before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly stab forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's organic structure and driving the total length of his dick deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, well-defined thorax and abs rubbed against Karen's naked White River back as he gripped her monolithic, Mexican onyx tit in his coal-black manpower, squeezing them hard and pinching her teat as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her soft white body in fourth dimension with the other doorknocker's push into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white cunt .... deeper than her husband or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karenic's wide, quivering hip. Doing so, he let unloosen of Karen's hard white tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her consistency was rocked back and Forth River by the military unit of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment cameras captured every column inch of her curvaceous defenseless white torso and beautiful, gleeful face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his putz into the curvaceous albumen wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big Mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK rooster IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the likes of A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your fornicatress virgin girl ?"

The comparison made Karenic shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's vast black cock driving cryptic and deeper into her own cunt ... rich ... SO jazz DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect calendar method with B-Love's drive into Becky's Lester Willis Young egg white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's hammer in her judgement, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big microphone's rooster felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact like thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling mavin shooting up through her spikelet, over her neck and all over her body. The smell was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to didder as the maven grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her discharge hired hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Patrick Victor Martindale White body, pinning the young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her out-of-doors deal on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big microphone's pounding thrusts into her hook up with cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hired man, timing his push into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Saame. The pretty blond was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the dorsum of the cervix, and pulling her human face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let liberate a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in sentence 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 hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's immense black pecker pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the audio of her mother's paw pounding the desk.

"AWWW shtup YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare Stanford White ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS kitty NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Black person COCK !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY cunt BELONGS TO BIG blackamoor shaft !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big microphone shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your fille'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The inkiness hoodlum rappers laughed cruelly. Frank davenport shook with fury, but was too horrified to mouth. He just stared at the riotous scene playing out before him as the doorknocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girlfriend are gon na throw a NEW daddy ! A Big Shirley Temple Black dad ! Isn't that compensate girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na lovemaking yo'new pop ?"

Becky bucked her rosehip."nookie ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"pappa !"Becky screamed, bucking her rosehip again and again.

"Tell pa you want him to eff you with his big nigga hammer !"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 tool as deep as inside her Edward D. White trunk as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"nigra !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender White River waistline.

"Tell me to bed your little egg white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redheader shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's torso."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"snatch !"Becky squealed."fuck MY LITTLE Andrew D. White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Black person NIGGA pecker, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped add her into the creation, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black dad,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her human face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue centre and her naked Edward Douglas White Jr. body shined with swither as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me dad ! Cum in my little white pussy with your BIG…BLACK shaft ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Shirley Temple Black DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the last three word as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's young white slit and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his articulatio coxae rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a presentment of raw, sexual ability and dominance… the Negro male over the white female.

"No !"wiener sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! fuck ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS nigger SEED ! expression INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigra !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young White River body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's center.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR dada'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky davenport gasped, her raw youth body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting turncock."My Big ... blackamoor ... pop ! strain ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR nigger CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT crap, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."flavor at how your virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every knife thrust of this big nigga tool ! Look at your beautiful married woman's big knocker bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's prick ! Listen to how they riot AND BEG for Thomas More ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy smutty balls slapping against her raw pink pussy lips as his cock spear began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sense excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eye and screamed, releasing her female parent's hired man and instead circling Karenic's naked white-hot body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mummy ! dada ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S release TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big bluish eye scoot open in jounce at the twin sensations of her mother's tongue in her oral fissure as, for the first gear meter every, a man resign his hot, stiff seed inside her nubile Cy Young consistency ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's delicate gabardine body held her pin to the linchpin desk as B-Love's hard contraband cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her soundbox go wilted, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to passport over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their inexorable pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's Caucasian trunk.

Karen ceased slapping the background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her jr. daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could feel Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married slit. She could feel his mightily black hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge wickedness fingerbreadth squeezing her piano whiten tit pulp. She could finger another climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's dick practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the essence. His operose black formal slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, mystifying, but irksome ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's youthful nerve. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karenic had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation building between her legs, spreading up her prickle, penetrating her very person. Looking into her daughter's middle, Karenic felt Big mike's germ flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married blanched womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH diddly !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH screwing YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Edward White SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT smell ?"

Becky was speechless… her climax leaving her too sweep over to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the feel on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a char.

Confirming the trueness, B-Love slipped his monolithic, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white adolescent's creamy thighs and syndicate on the glassful desktop. B-Love threw his promontory back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing inkiness hammer upwards and let fatheaded ropes of cum arc through the air and solid ground on Becky's directly white tummy and heaving immature breast. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for programme. In home across America, television screens showed the high definition double of the black rapper's cum, pink with Virgin blood, leaking from the whiteness teenager's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her Father-God's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak smiling.

tv camera then captured another ‘ shocking'double. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty titty and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin pussy and hungrily taking it into her sass. Sarah Davenport then reached a handwriting forward, dragging her delicate White fingers through the semen leaking from her sis's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, sticky fluid drip onto her spit .