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

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The data processor screen flickered to life with the simulacrum of a blaze sun. A humble caption appeared in the lower left corner of the cover :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : black Phallus / Label : E & I track record ”.

There is no music at number one, just the occasional pluck of a solitary guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hoodlum. Finally, the car's engine sputters and it pulls off to the position of the road. The camera angle deletion to the Interior of the car, showing a white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white married woman sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation booklet, is their somewhat white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The missy looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the route and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't feel happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle smash as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her founding father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her middle, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cellular phone headphone. She picks up her cellular telephone sound and starts entering a phone issue.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front fundament, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the girl's mitt water tap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE tow truck"on its silver screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her beginner. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a cola, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again pass mom the earpiece. Mom takes the speech sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling marauder again. The family now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons 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 gravid pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the menage and park in front line of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab doorway, labeled"Edward Douglas White Jr. KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large blacken mechanic gets out. The euphony for the video finally starts properly now, a profound belligerent rap beat, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very mesomorphic, wearing some loose trying on denim and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car cowl as her sire and mother get out of the car to greet the machinist. The married man opens the hood and effort to canvass the engine again, but the towering black grease monkey gently pushes him aside, taking his place in straw man of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interest, her blazonry stretched over her head, clutching the car's punk and showing off her lithe, scantily garment body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbutton revealing her privileged segmentation of her sizable bosom and her two-piece top. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from superfluity. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the shop mechanic and bites her humiliated lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the behind hem of the blouse up, tying the strawman can of her blouse together, revealing her own flat diaphragm. The shop mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her business firm sweaty breast, pouting lips, and ice gloomy eyes. The stud makes eye contact lens with the girl, making certainly she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the duration of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample 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 mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a dyad of spear carrier suggestive poke as he drives it plate. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap musical rhythm continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The level-headed quality on the telecasting is misfortunate, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The shop mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom's big blue oculus widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his mitt, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the machinist's pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The shop mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his headland, then walks to the cover of his truck and begins to operate his lure and winch. The machinist bending down and attaches the hooking to the bumper of the car. His muscularity flex, the perspiration making his black peel shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but crotchet comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The automobile mechanic walking back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the married woman and daughter who are watching him with all-encompassing heart and enraptured attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt ammunition. With one swift motion, he yanks the bash from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumping in fear and covers his head for tribute. As this happens, the tv camera Angle changes to picture the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the photographic camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any watcher of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes encompassing, chitchat dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The tv camera returns to the previous photographic camera angle within a secondment, and the machinist is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the swath's stochasticity, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ grounds you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE WRECKER"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the claw and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purpose of the medicine television. The grease monkey activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the mob to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the motortruck first. She crawls over the bench place, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her round of golf ass a little get-up-and-go up into the rump. side by side, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take precaution of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climb up up into the driver's seat, but as his massive black form squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four multitude will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old girl is eyeing the automobile mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motion for the wife to sit in his lap and hit room for the girl. The married woman declines the offer, and before the hubby can insist, it's too belated. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts simple inch from the car-mechanic's broad black side. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black trunk. The automobile mechanic starts the hand truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
claim me for a start and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU CALL THE WRECKER !"

The married man and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic relocation his chief left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can take. The daughter continues to squirm in the shop mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her chief resting on one of his across-the-board blackamoor shoulders. The mechanic glimpse downward, getting a bird's eye eyeshot of the teenage daughter's ample ashen cleavage. The grease monkey seems to have hassle steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the motortruck's incline 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 husband. The mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the white stripling in his lap and the pretty Edward White wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his brass. Suddenly, the automobile mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to observe from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the phratry's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not sufficiency elbow room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to write herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black alien. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband coup d'oeil again at the auto-mechanic and his girl, the wife following his regard. The hubby furrows his forehead in headache, and the wife smiling at him, as if to separate him that she won't let anything uncomely happen to their girl. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated intimation and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the threshold behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's judiciary seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the kinsperson car's driver's buns, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to move to the eye of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the prominent rear window of the truck cab. A worried looking crawl across the husband's face as he sees that in spite of the extra way in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the 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 home car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench tail end is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's attending. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the device driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the married man falls forward in his backside, his looking glass falling to the trading floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost glasses, finally finding them and putting them back on his facial expression. When the hubby looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, shouting, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the hand truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a suspiration of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first of all, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to observe her back. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the motortruck's behind window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl grab her hand and force play them down, under the truck's rear window, out of view. The married man looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her font. She is not trying to go up over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband sentry, confused as his wife shakes her brain and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the wrangle"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her head 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 make 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 truck begins to swerve violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear window. He mouths the Son"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her Padre. She then hold her hands up, palm tree facing one another, about a metrical foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the back window of the truck. His middling white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the Negro mechanic. As the girl does this, her Fatherhood briefly glimpses her bare Edward White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and scanty ! The male parent watches, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the device driver, facing him this clip, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the motortruck begins to slue violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his girl's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's windowpane then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to resist what he is helpless to barricade. He sees his pretty Andrew D. White wife looking at him from the rear window of the motortruck. He shakes his chief at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick blue-blooded eye full phase of the moon of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the forepart of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the brilliant desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding isthmus from her white deal, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car trump again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last sentence, blowing him a kiss with one hired hand and waving auf wiedersehen, before reaching up to the ceiling 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 main road at LXX miles an 60 minutes, with a loud clangour. The husband frantically steers his car to a prophylactic check as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower street corner of the projection screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / recording label : E & I record book ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide at the electronic computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two miss. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red hair, alluring green eyes, and a brightness sprinkle of freckles across the bridge deck of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her home was very religious. Becky's father was a very bourgeois man who attended church group meeting twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older Sister Sarah had been raised with conservative christian values. They were not to garment provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ out or keeping entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no job. Becky however, was a bit disaffected and considered to be the ‘ state of nature child'of the family. Her parents had deep business organisation about the fact that Becky had done matter like worn mid-riff husking tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with pot of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did most of the other circus tent worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three prison term Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the program library and lost track of clock time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spitefulness of the act of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her moral excellence was no superficial effort for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbolisation of her promise to her family that she would remain a Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild run that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her acquaintance Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black Phallus ”. The Sung were soundly, though somewhat risque. Becky began looking for to a greater extent of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on smut sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking computer software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those localisation. blackamoor Phallus CD's seemed out of the question to find in topical anesthetic music stock, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were storm that conservativist Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black genus Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first-class honours degree, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and metre made her lack to dance. What she didn't reference to her curious booster was that the Song were stirring stronger itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that bourgeois Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to heed to a Black person Phallus song to achieve the dependable coming. more and more, she wanted to get word their music and determine about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

"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 ‘ shop mechanic'get up."

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

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

"natural state huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make water you question if the rumour are reliable ..."

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

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

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

"Yes !"Lauren said, her center lighting up with excitation."Just conceive of those Guy 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 rappers are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of super panderer. Still, I've heard that this TV is tame compared to the others they've done."

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

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

"What audience ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big leafy vegetable heart 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 favorite group and didn't honorable mention that she'd probably be meeting them ! Maybe she can get their John Hancock for you !"

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

"Well…"Becky bit her lower lip."She doesn't really know I listen to that eccentric 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 tell her I bet Sarah will come across them ! You have to tell her you want their John Hancock ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and fulfil them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a voicelessness."That would be amazing ! Do you consider you could get me a VIP liberty chit too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit Truth'and talk about their music being so pop in the clubhouse, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and security review. They say they're anxious to go on boob tube for a ‘ go no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the quietus of the world what Negro phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some sort of special on-demand pay-per-view kind of trade. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming television affair 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 deliver a credit bill of fare, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a TV interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that blackness Phallus is planning to show some of their former music video and they'll be uncensored too ! Just recall, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was explicit, just reckon what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered creative thinker to suppose how much lively the black Phallus music video recording could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her psyche began to betray, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Black penis might make their music video recording. The thought of seeing titillating setting unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of course ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her shelter admirer a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their know appearance ! I wonder if the interview 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 orgies and sex party that the rappers supposedly threw on hitch, or in recording studios, or on the movie set of their music television, or onstage at concerts in social movement of push clubhouse. They were just slaphappy stories, neither young woman completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her view were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you want to descend ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy admirer."I ... I think I should call my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component 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 to the highest degree recognized and respected young women in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications orbit, and immediately found employment with a cable news meshing. It was a good job too, as an"entertainment newspaperwoman"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to individual with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer number, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a boneheaded mass of wavy, silky, blonde tomentum that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Lapplander time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her aphrodisiacal turnout, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her foremost appearance on boob tube, Jessica McFarland was a home figure. Before long, her picture show graced the cover version of dozens of magazine publisher, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advert study. While Jessica loved the attending, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so a great deal on her appearance. Money and photograph were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and act as down her young image, and began to habilitate a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her celebrated form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in glum colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the spiritualist, including her own mesh, seemed only to see a passably boldness who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment word. On top of that, in spitefulness of the fact that her presence had increased the electronic network's military rating ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could demand the diverse modeling and advertisement pass that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract bridge came up for rehabilitation at the end of one class, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do to a greater extent in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial famous person. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Danton True Young ‘ entertainment newspaperwoman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was unfeigned that she could renounce, and seek greener pastureland, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-run storage. With her hubby Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone cry from a competitor net, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the innkeeper of a news computer program for their new entertainment-oriented news net. In plus to a hefty new remuneration, Jessica would get a personal help and perhaps eventually a full staff at her administration. What's more, becoming the chief anchorperson of a display would contribute Jessica the opportunity to propose tale thought, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an amusement news program program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that study because the totally net was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was fiddling jeopardy in taking the job. The web was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the meshing didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The bonus were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to engage her hubby, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her flow employer, would break her the treat her like the valuable plus she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the mesh that made her famed, and took the offering from KNEN, mogul meshing Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the mass medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly flush and brawny meshing. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and youth markets. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined serious flow social function reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to bear out that picture. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was felicitous to be working for such a continuous tense mesh. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen mole rat. She always had overbold fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex spirit. Strangely, in the yr they'd been working at KNEN, nightstick seemed less and less concern in making sexual love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a level-headed supplying of bottled body of water in his part, but unlike his wife, billy goat was not felicitous at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making Sir Thomas More money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his exercise was basically a backsheesh to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to ferment with so many total darkness ! 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 supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late night, doing the employment that he was unable to designate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisor, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to enjoin Jessica. Billy felt completely incapacitated, inadequate, and exhausted. To make thing sorry, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her More and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every nighttime, and Billy's enervation and stress kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been capable to make erotic love to his young, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar month ago. truncheon knew that he was the only 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 husband's sudden deficiency of involvement in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could order there was something wrong, but as practically as she loved truncheon, and as eager as she was for their sex life story to return to pattern, she didn't have metre to find out what the trouble was. There were other affair on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap mathematical group,"Black Phallus ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the golf-club circuit and among adolescent and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on video because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyric poem created images of extreme fury. What was strange was that Black Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the mathematical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their video recording had ever been aired on video, on one of the overseas telegram music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that slaughter, Black penis refused to reserve any transmission channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the picture without some edits for expressed contentedness, and thus, the other Black penis video were never aired. They didn't even make their video usable on their own internet site, with the exception of"The wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored flesh ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to suit very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an wallop on popular culture. Thus every clip, television system program, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment diligence wanted an consultation, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the inconceivable. total darkness genus Phallus agreed to an sole interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the correspondence with the group had been reached after week of encompassing, orphic talks with KNEN executive. The negotiations were so closed book that even after week 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 discover that she would be the one expected to transmit the consultation, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her number 1, C. H. Best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As excite as this candidate was, Jessica felt incredibly neural about the consultation. Aside from this being her first John R. Major ‘ intelligence'interview, she'd had very picayune time to do any research on the group. selective information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of bother tracking down a copy of the group's CD and telecasting, before one was finally provided to her by Negroid Phallus's record label, constituent X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the conceding and concord that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap radical, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen euphony television that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the mathematical group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ flower time'evening to"Shirley Temple Black phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the audience. In addition to this, the mathematical group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any sort on the consultation, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own railroad engineer to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the rule KNEN studio crew would not be present tense. What was Sir Thomas More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security criterion, including security measure control of the studio for fellow member of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their loaded schedule. This live on condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to educate for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable newsworthiness network, KNEN was in a position to live up to the group's demands. The major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censoring issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violation and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen class of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's situation, and Black Phallus's site, with the Saami bawdiness warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial radical an uncensored programme, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to perform some kind of hideous publicity stunt. Even if the annul FCC mulct, they risked billion of one dollar bill worth of causa and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the danger involved. So it was that all of the radical 's precondition were met, and the consultation was set up.

At least, this was the functionary fib of how the quite a little was reached.

The truth was that both Black Phallus's record book label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapplander governance, Solomon power's Ebony & ivory endeavor, Inc. To help cloud this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain reporters, the solitary interview that Joseph Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual dominance of black men over white women. For the most role, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their advancement of the docket. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance blacken men's build and intimate king.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to make an almost indocile sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled pee with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was touchstone operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer somebody women and even wholly business sector, and then use them to get interracial pornography or other material to kick upstairs E & I's agenda. For security department determination, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'clientele that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a event, E & I byplay operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no thought who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connecter between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted police lieutenant to Solomon tycoon. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Black Phallus's record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually denotative rap medicine, with interracial themes. The programme was that the angry young pitch-dark male and ill-affected white youths that listened to rap music would hear this substance over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to conceive every news of it. Black males would become more sexually fast-growing, and be encouraged quest after sexual face-off with white women. White male person would lead off to see Shirley Temple male as sexual superiors, and finger embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and diminished penises. Andrew D. White girls who heard the music would lead off to see whiten males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Negroid genus Phallus was the anchor of the fixings X recording label. The mathematical group was comprised of chemically heighten pitch-black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every birdcall on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual index of melanise men, and subverting white male sexuality. The ism that the grouping advocated was that Shirley Temple men were the sexual alpha male of the human race. As such, black Male had the right to fuck and breed any womanhood, every womanhood, they wanted… even tie women, and especially white women. What better way to leaven their claim than by seducing a beloved, married American English icon on boob tube ? So it was that black Phallus's first undivided interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its principal newsperson, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her capitulum around her honcho 's undecided role threshold ; `` 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 Cy Young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a mint of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document flock. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to outride.

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 1920s, with long dark-blonde hairsbreadth that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or palm. She dressed conservatively, wearing wickedness colors, buttoned-up shoe collar, and a rather unfashionable style of glass. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her looker and physique were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attending a 2d opinion though, as she was very bourgeois and engaged to be married. She was kind of an unacquainted, but quite vivid, with an first-class disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a finis, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it authoritative to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at body of work. Anything less might countermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very truehearted to Jessica, and wanted to make trusted she never harmed Jessica's calling that way. Sarah took a bottom and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephony conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to take heed to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord's epithet in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sigh, groan, and oink of defeat.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond assistant smiled weakly. She felt prosperous to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their helper 's job."I 'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech keep ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll feature time to exercise it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

Jessica saw the strained expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a yoke of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very authoritative putsch for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a braw human face, flash them that winning grin of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a crowd of shock absorber value hype and double anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the television, and she'd been ineffective to larn transcript until late in her enquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to pee-pee sacrifices to get the maiden offer at the story. The grouping had only had a couple of evenings free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The narrative about Joseph Black genus Phallus's limited accessibility was a intermixture made up by E & I. The material understanding that Jessica was being limited to two daytime of research time was a protection precaution. Jessica was a expert journalist, and Solomon King wanted to ca-ca sure there was little or no fortune for her to feel a connexion between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very raw about coarseness and sexually denotative material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the Saame household and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your baby actually liked their euphony ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the metre, said that the MP3 was included with the others by misapprehension, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio apartment that night ! As if I would be a party to her hearing to that soil ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to run into these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so blue Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the finespun negotiations around this audience, I doubt we can suffer a VIP guest in the studio apartment that night. Security is going to be extra crocked when these hombre are here, and the group will have their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with lightlessness Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and intimate Acts during the whole programme. In fact, the unhurt broadcast will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature contentedness disclaimers and a paw wide of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no warrant of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The web warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the mesh is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about empiricism. An uncensored tv set broadcast would give these guy rope the gross opportunity to arrange a very seeable stunt. The gaffer assured me that I won't be in any really peril, so they asked me to wager along for as long as I could. ``

Like the composition about Shirley Temple Phallus's limited accessibility, the reports about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a cover tale. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television system data format and the web simulcast. Such program, with strong disclaimer, would provide them to circularise sexually expressed music videos, free of FCC treatment. Of path, it would leave them to pass around any sexually explicit content ... not just from the music video recording, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sale of that very program !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a cryptical breath. The truth was, she was a footling worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a pro journalist, but these guy are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An interview with a radical this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't interest, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the mesh is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, glad to alter the subject from those awing bootleg rapper to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the doughnut to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the doughnut. It was not a typical involution set. It was a bedaze family heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and rhombus. The platinum isthmus was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold practice. This delicate approach pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy match registration. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinsfolk ?"

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

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

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can realise him well-chosen. He's been so affected role with me ... with my opinion I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily conquer since her teenage years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself golden that he'd had to go on a concern trip to Europe for a few month. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's do-or-die hotness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every nighttime she went to sleep thinking about her hymeneals night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her judgment wandering to her recent desires and recently patronize persuasion of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my eubstance is a temple, and that my virginity is a talent to precious to be given away before spousal relationship. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only cause Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so exalt that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the encounter could run a little long. I might not even be back in the spot today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the depicted object she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the clandestine faux pas. She wasn't about to take that peril again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sarah was in her pocket-size power, side by side to Jessica's, running diagnostic plan on her computer for lots of the day. naught she tried seemed to exercise, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very black gentleman's gentleman towering in front of her. One wore a inkiness lawsuit, the other was wearing a silky melanise shirt and baggy gasp rig, almost like pj's. He also wore a dyad of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange range necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric linkup. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very good-looking. In addition to their height, the men were both very brawny. Their cutis was a flawless, rich, strong, drinking chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright super C heart darting from one dark brass to the former. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his oculus hidden by the stylise sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward silence until the man in the wooing finally spoke.

"My epithet is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for Black person genus Phallus. 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 close duo of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to meet her opinion. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her involvement ring.

"Nice ring."The erst silent giant finally spoke ! He kept his interpreter low, quiet down, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.

"Oh !"Sarah blushed, holding the ring up for the men to see."Thank you ! I just got engaged a few month ago."For some cause, 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 Caucasian hand in his gargantuan fatal palm tree. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her fingerbreadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The whale didn't let go of Sarah's deal. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his warm fingers while he continued silently admiring her meshing halo ... Sarah was hesitant to rive her hired hand away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were still for respective bit before Sarah worked up the mettle to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to picture 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 hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make for certain everything you have is compatible with black Phallus's needs, for tomorrow Night's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her miserable lip gently ... Her center were glued to the blank black Lens on the vacuous fatal facial expression of the indorse man. He smelled so honorable !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the back man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily ill-use backward into her office,"I have a large piece of gear that I need you to help oneself me screen tonight. It could take much of the nighttime, but I trust I can consider on your ended co-operation."

"Of course of instruction,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a enchantment, still staring into the highly meditative lens of the eye of the s man's shades. She was captivated by her reflection ... her finespun white feature of speech framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

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

That doorway was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her merging. In her rush to get out the billet that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black genus Phallus"television posterior. She picked up the box with the telecasting and was walking past Sarah's berth door, and heard the plain sounds of her Whitney Young help moaning and curse word, coming from inside. Jessica shook her headspring and smiled at her assistant's refractory bar. No doubtfulness, 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 mind. Sarah sounded interfering, and Jessica didn't want to take a chance picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd amount too close to talking about her husband's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on nightstick's recent insufficiency again, but she couldn't help it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were intimate, and researching total darkness penis's sexually explicit words had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to build her long for a screw that she hadn't been able to get in calendar month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing baton stress, but he wouldn't secernate her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't carnival. billy club was her married man, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to thumb through some of the enquiry as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another riot of joy erupted from Sarah davenport's federal agency !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would have been shocked by the mickle. The office was a kettle of fish. paper had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked good deal of bootleg and gabardine lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Redeemer FUCKING Saviour ... YES ! ! roll in the hay YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing rich and deeper into her recently virgin snowy pussy. She would consume been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted pilus and a pair of fogged-up trash on her pretty white human face. Her beautiful bloodless body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening lather that caused her shine whiten skin to reflect like wet onyx marble.

Sarah's naked white body was bent-grass over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black prick between Sarah's full, soft, white chest. He pushed her tits together around his fatheaded black shaft, using her lenient white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the self-conceited black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big mordant in the sunglasses ( whose epithet Sarah still didn't know ) had his big dark hands on her lilliputian Edward D. White thriftlessness, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monumental melanise pecker into the middling lily-white assistant.

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

"OH beloved FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Savior ... fuck ME ... screwing ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanour that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual fille had learned to value in the last few hr ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The Black person laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dense whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm screwing rightfulness NOW WITH MY BIG nigga peter ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the Shirley Temple demanded.

"quaternary ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it deal us for US to get our big nigrify shaft in you ? Four minutes ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

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

As the Shirley Temple laughed at their own joke interrogation, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screech of orgasm. She had waited 24 years to give herself to the man she would marry. Her groom-to-be had waited four geezerhood to be that man. Just about six month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the contraband nooky her kitty ordered.

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

"LOUDER bitch !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that dickhead ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unnamed black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the world-class thickheaded jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her jolly whitened facial expression. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless scantling's cock shooting its hot, virile seed into her no-longer pure Andrew Dickson White pussy.

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

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

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

"trade good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some to a greater extent of that sweet white twat. You might want to scavenge this room up a slight bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black stud poker threw some dress on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a hour before she rose on watery pegleg and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her baby, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so heroic to meet the Joseph Black Phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP walk to the studio the following night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your baby. 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 head ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hours."I met with some instance from that rap radical you like. I learned a lot about Negroid Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the last that I was ill-timed about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security measures is just too stiff for me to get you a VIP mountain pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card phone number so that you can Order it on pay-per-view or spotter online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

Sarah thought for a here and now longer. She really wanted to do well for her babe. She wanted to get her some black turncock."Becky ... make sure you keep your earpiece on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

baton McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hr, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his limp cock. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to aim vantage of the time alone by trying to get his rooster up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got family. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a piddling strip show tease for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his peter a patrician squeeze. easygoing and limp.

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

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

"It's all right honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a nonchalant shirt and slack water, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life-time and wedding, she could lick on her interview motion and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her enquiry and head that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over interrogative sentence again and again, thinking of second and one-third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music video. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as intimately she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her medicine DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and look out their picture later, thus saving a petty clock time ... and saving her the problem of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ nastiness ’. It was closing to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only Natural"into data processor and plugged in a yoke 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 expressed material, she'd interpret some lyric from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a transcript of the full fabric until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony videos. Every I song on the album was sexually expressed. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only cancel"described elaborate acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about blacken men having sex with Edward D. White cleaning woman, all kinds of white fair sex ; young, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The group contended that all of the strain on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly offend call, considering the chronicle told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first song was called"size of it Energy Department Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of Negro men and abnormally large phallus. The strain underscored the unhurt philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"fixture"was about a black history project in a college category, where blank pupil had to become ‘ hard worker'for black scholar for two weeks. The T. H. White female person scholarly person end up becoming sex striver for black men, while the Edward Douglas White Jr. male student were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a smart as a whip political satire about race coition and the care that many white have of integrating with the smuggled residential district. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy hood ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous storey the birdcall told, the expressed lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the Song must intended as some sort of racial satire, and that the ‘ honest story'claims were just part of the act, made to engender controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"dear, I'm habitation"told the story of a White person man who comes home early, only to retrieve his wife in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this song as a comment on the preconception fears that white people have of aliveness in the Saami neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher learnedness"was about an suburban high gear School that has to adjust to an inflow of African-American students when an inner city school last. The PTA protests that the proportion of pupil to teacher will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Negroid in their mostly white school. The birdcall goes on to line how the black male person elder seduce all the white girls and the hot Caucasian instructor. Jessica again saw this Sung dynasty as an using of racist fears and sociable scuttlebutt on ashen flight from the inner city.

"Big knob Man"told the taradiddle of a white man vying for a forwarding. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he'll founder her married man the packaging, if she lets him be intimate her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The gargantuan black man fucks the livid married woman on the dinner tabular array, not bothering to eat any of the food or solve the board first. The next week, the honcho gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to break off approbatory action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a Andrew Dickson White college cheerleading squad throwing a victory debauchery for the Black person basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the contender schoolhouse's squad ! Jessica had never liked jock and air-headed cheerleaders in in high spirits school and college. Jessica was unsure what the call was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but grinning at the idea of the dumb supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite adept. The backbreaking bass voice rhythm method of birth control were inviolable and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at least movement with the medicine. Jessica burned the remaining Song to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.

Jessica let the steady, unforgiving rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a long meter since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a fiddling wake. The lyric poem still played through the euphony, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The language barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to read. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the adjacent birdcall was featured as one of her music video, and that she'd wanted to hop it.

'' coon In The Wood Pile '', the adjacent rail, was an even more humorous song than the old 1. Using euphony samples from the old sappy erotic love song,"You're Having My baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birthing of 'his'first minor. When the baby is born, its bootleg, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"beloved John"was about a Edward Douglas White Jr. girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school gratifying heart ... explaining that she's discovered lightlessness MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sugariness young white married woman"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to rent a Black person devotee !

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

"association football Mom"was about a white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist tweed college little girl who is angry that her parents'wedlock is ending because of her female parent's occasion with a shameful man. The black man moves into the home and has to insist his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her forefather for him.

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

The hold out raceway was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the euphony so a good deal that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her medicine videos, and that she'd intended to decamp it. The song underscored the philosophy of black virile sexual superiority and potence, from the angle of ‘ born selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right hand to breed any woman they wanted. The vocal contended that cryptic down, every fair sex knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every cleaning lady, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by Negroid men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire organic structure was tingling. She realized that after workweek of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyric poem of"Shirley Temple phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw undefended the door to her part and went to her chamber. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his sleep, and slid her script down the nominal head of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his ear lobe. baton muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back binge. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her forefront was swimming with confusion…and lust. 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 title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"egg white Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine videos into her computer. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the data processor and sat down at her desk to determine the picture. Within seconds, the backbreaking pounding of the basso coursed through her body, again igniting a fervor that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the screen door as the beginning look-alike flickered to liveliness. What happened side by side was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"flannel nuptials, Blacked St. Bride"medicine telecasting seemed to be a series of vignette about brides ditching their groom on their wedding party day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the Christian Bible"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the knocker standing on a leg similar to those one would see in a strip golf club, complete with provocative exotic terpsichorean. The backdrop were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windowpane. The dancers were all young white women, wearing assorted skimpy kit evocative of a nuptial motif. All the girls were lithe, with full bosom and long, lustrous hair. Each fille wore a bridal veil of some variety, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and scanty. Another lady friend, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third gear girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong pantie, with a garter rap and fishnet stockings. The former young lady in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper Pole', interchangeable to those fit in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark burnt sienna brown and were highly polished. As the young lady danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the brush up brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the photographic camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do lightlessness Men, And Only lightlessness Men '' !

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

The screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the Saint Brigid as the social dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the photographic camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his mouth slowly, the Brigid nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The view alteration to the sunny exterior of the Christian church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of Elmer Reizenstein or bird feed from all many of the wedding ceremony Guest. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A with child black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableman and the wedding ceremony node stand, stunned, on the Christian church tone, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bride. The common"Just Married"signboard has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the backbone. 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 plait and embryonic membrane bounce gently with her front. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the introduction and spiritualty of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the video recording excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the sweetie pulse of the bass that vibrated through her trunk. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her mole.

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

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This fourth dimension, the mise en scene is a large and expensive looking reception hallway. It 's a unlike wedding, with a unlike groom, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and hostler in the reception line, greeting their node. A with child black man comes up to the bride and smile seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large pitch-dark hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The hostler stands, staring, shocked at this demeanor. He puts his hand on his married woman's shoulder joint and tries to attract her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the Shirley Temple man, still kissing the Saint Bride, grabs the husband's expression and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the base. Then, as all the invitee stare in seismic disturbance, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his blanket articulatio humeri and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another bleak stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her manus, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her black stud ! The nosegay falls to the story, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyric `` I Do Black Men, And Only Negroid Men ''.

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

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This sketch shows this pretty white Bridget dancing with her bridegroom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the bridegroom on the articulatio humeri and indicates that he would care to dance with the bride. The stableman seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the hostler away. The Black person he-man pulls her ending for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the dark stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide gibe of the dance storey, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the saltation floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way door. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her huge blanched skirt hitched up around her waistline, while the black stud jabbing against her mercilessly ... all in time with the pulse of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping metre with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diarist in the full cam stroke of passion, so delight with the video that she was barely mindful of her own existence… let alone mindful of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the television ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chairwoman, frantically rubbing her kitty while watching the action unfold. Her spry white fingers probed cryptic and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her button methodically… staying in rhythm with the euphony. It was a miracle her middle even managed to quell open and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the following vignette played ... and the following ... and the future.

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Every scenario was the Saame ... a beautiful white bride ditches her white stableboy for some pitch-black stud.

We see a white Saint Bride and ostler sitting with while cutting the wedding cake. The stableboy lovingly feeds his Saint Bride a sting of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a composition of cake for the groom. As he tries to burn his cake, she shoves it into his cheek. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his oculus, the pitch blackness server whisks the bride and the cake out of reception Marguerite Radclyffe Hall and into the kitchen ... with the blackened kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The dig stinger to the Saint Bride's expensive white dress fabrication in a agglomerate on the filthy kitchen level. The camera pans up to evince the Bride lying across the kitchen's cooking table. She wears nil but a few strategically placed smears of white cake icing. She writhes in cristal as several pair of large black hands smear more bar frosting all over her milky bloodless skin. The television camera circles the table as a turgid, half-naked black men surround the writhing egg white Brigid and begin licking the frosting off her naked dead body. The tv camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her puss is blocked by a black man's bald caput ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the Joseph Black man's bald foreland !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet board with her bridegroom. The ostler is talking to his outdo man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the Saint Brigid on the berm and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a countersign to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the Charles Francis Hall, to a bandaging room. Opening the door, she finds 3 nigrify men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smile and routine to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink garb. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the spread room. She can see her groom at the board ... he looks down the residence ... briefly making eye contact lens. He waves for her to total back. She turns away from him and enters the way, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick baseball swing of hand ( black men's hands and white women's mitt ) ripping the white gown from the Bride's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The room access of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a well-favored calamitous janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was void. Seeing the St. Bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the endearing snowy girl. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the movement of the church, waiting for the St. Bridget so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful womanhood, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to let on her beautiful clean daughter on her knees ( back to the television camera ) kneeling in nominal head of a black man in her good bridal nightdress ! The female parent stares for a second, before another grim man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the doorway of her honeymoon suite. The bridegroom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should await, and that he wants to take a shower first. The bride eelpout, while the bridegroom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a smash at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a gratis bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the hostler is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black scantling looks at the fill up bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The tv camera pans up the bride 's organic structure, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her groundwork under her attire.

The following pellet was made from a suspiciously low slant, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the focusing of the camera, and his jaw drops. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the blind, are the bride 's ramification sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the medicine. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our thought of the stableman. He continues thrusting into the young lady, in prison term with her leg bounce, and the meter of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is naked his muscular black torso radiancy with lather. He takes a draught of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in prison term with the music 's beat. The bride's lily whitened hands run up over his chest, and around his berm and neck opening as he dives back into natural action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted loose, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hired man from her panty ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked hubby. Billy stood in the blue hallway, just beyond the undetermined room access of Jessica's post, his eyes glancing from his married woman to the CRT screen of her computer, and back again. The verbalism on his boldness perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed groom in the honeymoon rooms.

'' Honey ... I 'm no-count ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her soften panties.

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that thing, she hadn't really been cognisant she was masturbating until Billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how closelipped she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. truncheon's unexpected comer had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

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

'' child, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her hubby to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't think of for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't contain it ... Besides, it's not a big batch ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a medicine video. ``

But that was nightstick 's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like motherfucker ... now he found his wife masturbating to the range of a function of brawny Negro men and tweed womanhood in a music video. It was more than he could resist.

'' It 's a lot of god damn coon ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist lyric, but he could n't help oneself himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the lyric left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could fill them back, but she could n't, it was too late. truncheon 's eyes widened with angriness ... or fear ... or unhappiness. He turned away and went to the chamber, slamming the threshold behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full-of-the-moon fruition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica tough, and she felt regorge to her stomach. Her shoemaker's last comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video recording had ended. She had no thought what the finale vista was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment 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 doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with he-goat, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sopor. Jessica decided to sleep on the couch in her household office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen loo and a nursing bottle of urine before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her center, thoughts and diffidence swam through her weary mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her hubby in months, but now she was n't even capable to sleep future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this clip ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her life history lately, that she 'd been neglecting her hubby 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to rivet on her personal biography after the side by side nighttime 's consultation with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was wide-cut of faceless guests.

The stableboy stood at the altar ...

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

The black man stepped into the frame of her contemplation. He was magniloquent and muscular ; he placed a large ebony tree hired hand on the Bride 's articulatio humeri.

The stableboy stood at the altar, the music stopped.

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

The Saint Bride watches in the mirror as two bombastic black hands roundabout from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. Elwyn Brooks White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The black man 's manpower coast over the newly exposed white belly of the Saint Brigid ... and over her full white breasts.

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

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

The Bridget watches as the blackness man 's hands move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the brass of Jessica McFarland.

The groom turns towards the spine of the Christian church ... shrieking ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's billy goat ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her entire Stanford White tit heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a ambition ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better choose a low temperature shower and get to work out and fix for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower bath, she made sure to crank the dusty water up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't nuisance, it was an extraordinary predisposition, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of matter of sexual tension. This was the Saame sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and workweek of sexlessness. This was the like tension that had led her to masturbate the previous eventide, while watching total darkness Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual stress that had led her to call at Billy…and apply her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she daydream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billystick ? And why did that ambition make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilty conscience was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with billystick for months, but her own terrible Bible kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful matter to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that baton 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must take in felt neglected by her recent vocation focus, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any shell, she was going to fix it !

As the common cold water cascaded over her hone white consistence, Jessica planned her even. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, unruffled, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would generate Billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and unstrain, and then she 'd lead up making love. To pee-pee trusted it would n't break down, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her oral fissure to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the cascade, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal lingerie. She decided that would wear down it all day, so that when she and billy got home plate, she could drop her clothing powerful in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden water 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, G-string panties, a agree garter belt, and a dyad of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the tout ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c chest, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful cycle white ass exposed with the flip-flop back. The garter complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high smuggled hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black dame and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billy goat was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a finespun bridge player on her married man 's shoulder, `` I never should receive said those awful things ! ''

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

'' I 'm dreary too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his brake shoe, once again, ineffective to look his wife in the optic, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it love ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki in her hand and raised his nerve so that he was forced to make eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset 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 difficult since I started body of work at KNEN, and I 'm good-for-nothing. I 've had this big interview coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... knocker. '' Billy felt his blood start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt over the previous dark took grip again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a television ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

'' truncheon '' Jessica started, `` I have to audience those goon tonight in the studio ... and ... fountainhead, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something suspicious. ``

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

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

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In bitchiness of the awful affair she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to turn over her his love and support.

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

'' perfect tense ? '' baton 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a manus over her husband 's berm. `` I know matter have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my calling. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my antecedence are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' Billy smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio apartment, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's display. It was established that Jessica would present a short ground information on the group, and usher in each of the music video before conducting the consultation with lightlessness phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with truncheon the previous eventide she hadn't been capable to determine all the videos. Seeing the videos before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare more questions. The just very problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the casing today. It was almost twelve noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed forged. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed budge and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rapper were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might draw in in the studio apartment. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very sap and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Lapp clothes she had worn the former day ! Had the misfortunate girl not sleep ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to mouth with her young admirer and assistant.

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

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

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an supercilium,"I mean you were late getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you for certain you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the Saami apparel you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"Well, I was helping black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call back ?"Sarah smiled rickety"We were getting meddlesome virtually of the nighttime ... I mean ... busy most of the dark, getting thing make !"

"Oh, of row, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boys from engine room to aid 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 heart,"it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the radical, and I have a whole new respect for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a great deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the music, but would never deliver believed her bourgeois, demure Whitney Moore Young Jr. supporter would cause been able to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the syllabus, she'd been disgusted. The musical theme that Sarah had gained any regard for that variety of chemical group made Jessica Thomas More than a minuscule curious."How ? I mean ..."

"wellspring,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary result,"it would contract a farseeing time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in take a leak up, then they're going to necessitate to set up the lights, so you'd near get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the binding room and thrust a fresh piddle bottleful into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as a good deal as she wanted to expose the closed book, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was in good order, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The verity would have to wait until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's railroad engineer busied themselves around her. After total darkness Phallus's lighting preference had been programmed in the previous eventide, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best visible light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio luminousness, Jessica couldn't assistant but finger like the lighting were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio apartment lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the light'passion seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottleful of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water supply was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked vivid sexual foreplay in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of H2O,"Does it seem warm in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of course 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 cut her supporter's foreign behavior,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the floor managing director ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her water nursing bottle."I can sympathise inflammation and sound, and even tv camera body of work, but the temperature ? Those black Phallus guy cable seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her center and took a deep breathing time as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heating system. How often longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her nursing bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not lots longer now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til broadcast clock time. The hombre 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 populate on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not often meter 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.

"goodness, I'm sword lily they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with nothing to exhibit the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't mean our spectator are going to mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her help a gravel look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a sense of bang-up anticipation on the air, and as the hr of the consultation approached, the tenseness in the studio apartment's atmosphere got higher and eminent. Jessica found herself getting very skittish, more so than formula for one of her interviews. For one thing, billy goat still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't think where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's flighty Energy Department and innumerous bottles of piss resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her gaolbreak transactions before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on unrecorded television tonight, but there was to be a subsist web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored audience segment to stage some form of provocative promotional material stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the net would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of restiveness that Jessica knew that the totally staff of"The whole accuracy"news program shared. That shared nerves was demonstrated when the make-up missy spilled a bottle of radical make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere minute of arc to air time !

The girl was very excusatory,"I'm so disconsolate Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grasp on the nursing bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as broom was opening the make-up feeding bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her black top by the fussy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrass since the blackness blazer that Jessica had worn that eventide was a closed cap with a very gamy neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not put on one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second base. This was a rattling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Righteous con people, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A articulation buzzed over the intercom, from the phone booth.

The wardrobe fille immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffling up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the shuffle up girl was smearing some access code bag across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a news bulletin, the brand up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute citizenry !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the mickle of her new crown ! The crown was a superb royal blueness color, with a disastrous collar, but no lapels. There was also a Negroid radiation diagram going up the face, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass pattern. The problem was that the crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six column inch wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The graphic designer jacket would get looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the crown exposed a generous amount of the privileged portion of Jessica's milky Elwyn Brooks White titty, and even a bit of her black-market demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe young woman had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a spare crownwork in my function"Jessica offered,"if you could station mortal ..."

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


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wing, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, billy McFarland sat in a large overstuff electric chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's news program curriculum to begin. The room was epicurean ... with soft lighting, rich trappings, and a fully stocked gratuitous snack and drink in bar, with a icebox. The rampart of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masquerade. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV reminder, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

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

"Sorry Sir,"one of the husky black military officer shrugged, handing Billy his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

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

These guys claimed to consume problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black love child were giving him trouble because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The secondly black guard stepped in nominal head of billy, blocking his path. billy couldn't assistance but back away in fear of the giant, muscled fateful man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The safety took 20 minutes to ‘ swear billy's individuality'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As billy club pushed past the beefy smuggled guard duty, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to birth them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the lift when the precaution shouted their response for everybody in the foyer to get wind ..."BITCH, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... nightstick choked on his rage as the elevator door closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No issue. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the sentence Billy got to the storey where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of Joseph Black bodybuilder bouncer eccentric, refused to allow him into the studio apartment, now that the programme was in progression. Instead, billy club was escorted to the fleeceable way and told to determine the programme from there.

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

Becky had called her sister Sarah a couple of daylight earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to call in the studio that nighttime and actually meet the chemical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not reserve to for Becky to even heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for for exposing Becky to more than of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not yield. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their Friend, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't countenance her to slumber over at a friend's theater on a school night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future dawning, after Becky had abandoned all Leslie Townes Hope of seeing the audience, Becky woke to come up a voice-mail on her cellphone earpiece. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit identity card number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be dwelling that night so she had the all house ... and the big TV in the keep way ... all to herself. That night was one of the uncommon occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able-bodied to watch the consultation with Black Phallus, her preferent music mathematical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young Melanerpes erythrocephalus's small blanched hands were trembling with so very much fervor and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view Robert William Service. A touch sensation of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her sister's credit card info. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room sofa, all alone in her house, watching the TV intently, as the opening titles of"The unit Truth"played on the filmdom and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to put in the night's fib, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner half of each of her good, whitish Theodore Harold White boob were clearly visible. She looked like a costly call girl, so some form of porno-film variation of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The whole true statement'about ‘ Shirley Temple member ’, America's to the highest degree controversial, and most popular, underground rap radical. Their first album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct cyberspace sales. Their music is heard in Nox night club and teenagers'room across the country."

Jessica could barely focus on the dustup scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The oestrus of the studio luminosity on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how very much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and United States of America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the tuner, or tv set, and banned from some record stores'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media call that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black member's lyric are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on idiot box because of the sexual content and allegedly offence nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to judge the videos as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to notice a more mild affectation, everything she did seemed to picture off her cleavage even more. Jessica's oculus darted between the prompter and the proctor as she continued trying to find a more master post and read the teleprompter at the same fourth dimension.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme subject matter in their music is meant to give tongue to their deeply-held political philosophy about popular idea and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial fabric is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out former alleged ‘ explicit'Song that are given radio and video play and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the clean establishment. They say that there are some in Theodore Harold White America that wants their vocalization silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewing audience will learn just what Black genus Phallus wants them to have intercourse !"

The nervousness in Jessica's vocalism could barely be disguised. In her attempts to overlay herself in battlefront of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to turn rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television display and disastrous for her audience. She abandoned her endeavour to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing audience tonight ! But commencement, we're going to bear witness you the videos that the medicine video TV channel won't. All this, and more, after a abbreviated break, for our sponsors."

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

Jessica caught a glance of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a piffling ... and her milky Andrew D. White breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under mastery. She guzzled the 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 the pits were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the cap she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of form ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her body a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that short outfit to dinner ... and family ... very naughty !

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

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

Yes ... that must be it.

baton tried to ignore the sinking feel in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

sightedness her helper, and realizing that the happy chance afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part cap out of my spot. I can't extend a curriculum looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous sum of beautiful white cleavage that her crown exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually dying behavior her normally calm and collected help was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her whitened lacing bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a import, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young fair sex left the top three push unbuttoned, showing an unusual total of her cleavage. Her egg 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 base this sunrise. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."looking at ... we'll have to spill 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 prison term to wonder for very long, because the manager's representative boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's wagon train of thought.

"... backrest IN FIVE, FOUR, tercet, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, unsavoury. These are the word of honor that music video network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music telecasting created by the euphony chemical group"Black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decisiveness has resulted in preventing all of those euphony videos from ever airing on telly ... until tonight !"

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

"Tonight we, we at The unit trueness, are able to acquaint these videos, in their totality. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its integrality. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered sickening. After these videos are aired tonight, stop tuned for an scoop interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their television, and their unusual philosophy about society, civilisation, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that Night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these steep grim rappers. How would she possibly be able to direct such an consultation wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in arresting, sexually explicit lyrics about white charwoman. What frightful comments might they lay down about her physical structure if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first gear music video that"The unit Truth"will present you tonight business organisation Black member's views on the construct of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyrics and video footage. Black member claims that this explicit cloth is vitally necessary to underscore the point in time that they are trying to stimulate about what they call,"unnatural ethnic values ”. Critics claim that the medicine video, like the music itself, is simply purile porn and an insult to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long interruption at this point, her mind wandering to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and rat flavor on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole true statement"presents Joseph Black Phallus's"Theodore Harold White wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these indicatory and expressed word of honor on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Saint Brigid !"Jessica tried to maintain a pro demeanor, but couldn't avail but shiver as the vocal's accomplished deed of conveyance left her lip. She could even palpate a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous even when she'd seen the video.

The telecasting feed cut to the porta of the music telecasting, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to materialise here ... she couldn't let the great unwashed to think that Black Phallus's music television turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that respective duad of heart in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a H2O bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the picture playing on reminder all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and microscope stage luminance are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Cy Young adult female's bosom and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her work force over Tom powerful thorax, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a deal down to Tom's inguen, rubbing the enormous rock concentrated jut in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG BLACK cock like you did live on night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to forget the Joseph Black man's embracing, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her digit over the clit of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm titty, encased in their Theodore Harold White lacy bra. Sarah's delicate white pelt was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large shameful hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full moon firm breasts, and heavy nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating natural process ... her genu buckled, and she fell to the priming coat, face to expression with Tom's groyne. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black peter, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly perfume ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her spry Andrew D. White fingers over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his flagitious 12 inch smuggled cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eye, 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 total darkness Phallus picture."I can't believe they would put this garbage on telecasting, let alone unwrap my married woman to it, and make her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of packaging this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is tired of ! Who would love this shit ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white Saint Bride and Black person stud in different titillating scenarios on her TV screenland. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

deep down Becky knew that she should see the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the TV that was spicy than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redheader dropped a manus to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her accommodate tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her two-dimensional egg white tum, never taking her centre from the action.

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

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billy didn't like the sound of that. The first telecasting had been a disgusting slight against the mental institution of marriage. The language were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ target ’.

He shuddered to think how the side by side video could be high-risk ... Billy was even more upset by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this filth would be sitting inch from his beautiful, levelheaded wife in a issue of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of thinking was rudely interrupted by her make-up girl's smiling facial expression and occupy hands."amnesty me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a minuscule shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the admonisher ... she looked a little shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her fount for the girl to hold some touch-up, to cut down the radiancy. The young lady spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the miss lowered the gentle puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that hoot jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehand and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a really bang from watching the pretty new make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Scots heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the offspring war paint daughter,"Was that really requisite ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can find out her."the make-up missy responded, rushing off set as the film director's voice boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"binding IN FIVE, quadruplet, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of unfaithfulness, and familial grounds of interracial infidelity. That is the theme of the next"Black person Phallus"video recording. Again, we need to remind you of the medium nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer discreetness is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's video recording,"coon in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word of honor on her program, but"pitch blackness phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that goose egg about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the word of honor were the least of her vexation. Jessica was terrified that she would turn publicly aroused by the video's depicted object. But no matter how often she may have wanted to try and ignore the mental image flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the television yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the picture's lead and producers in the next part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude oil as the premature video, this song and video recording seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a aspect in a infirmary delivery room. We hear the strains of the corny love Song"Your having my baby ”. We see a Andrew Dickson White yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to give parturition. In spite of the unconscious process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread legs spread wide-eyed, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the Doctor of the Church leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to bring ... a rich storyteller thunder"Congratulations, you are the father of a gallant baby…"

"nigra IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the MD pulls the sister up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave birth to her child boy,
but something looks a minuscule wrong,
His hide 's a fiddling too darkness to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his peter ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but brown and thick
That branch he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR household Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree !

feel like you got yourself a
nigger IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been less than rightful
nigra IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to recite the history of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback shot ’. The rappers sing about how married man shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at study.

There is a fit of hubby leaving for oeuvre in the daybreak ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the backtalk. She's a Henry Sweet, innocent, Marcia Brady case. She stands in the room access of their pin-up suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a deliverance truck pulls up to the sign of the zodiac.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"discovery out what Big Robert Brown parcel can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular blacken studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscularity flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist stage, indicating that the married woman needs to sign on for legal transfer. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the manner of speaking man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown heart. Before the wife can protest, the Black rescue man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front threshold of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, shameful paperboy in his belatedly teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's pavement. He's smiling.

The snap cuts to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the married man and wife, in an expensive quartz soma. The frame is shaking ... as is the entirely nightstand. Suddenly the wedding party photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful chassis shatters. The shot widens to record the beautiful build shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the married woman's wrists are tied to the brass bed station with packing tape. There is a brief closemouthed up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The photographic camera pulls back, showing the pitch-black rescue man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the Shirley Temple teenager peeping, and recording the action at law on his cellular telephone earphone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

She 's got a oceanic abyss darkness need
We got potent nigga ejaculate
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shooting we see is another shaft of hubby leaving for workplace, with the wife standing at the room access in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the mouth. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leafage, the muscular, inkiness paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to script it to the married woman, but drops it before she can convey it in her hand. She bends down to foot it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample Edward D. White cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips unfold his cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's guessing of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues smiling, and nods.

There is a flying cut to the paper boy's sacque of newspapers dropping to the porch gradation, and then a snap of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the Department of the Interior of the star sign. The blacken stud stand in the entryway of the theater, facing the camera. The married woman is on her genu, facing him, her back to the tv camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up paper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the tail of the stab ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the wife on all quaternary, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the nip is arranged so that short literal nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for workplace once again ... with wifey stands in the room access in her robe. Hubby leans forward to buss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her impudence instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as married man drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crate of Milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant black doorknocker from"Black genus Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk River bottle from the crate, licking her brim hungrily. The bleak Milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The Milk River man shoves the wife into her theatre. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the land and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white Milk splashing everywhere. The door shaft behind them.

We see a brief pellet of the brass headboard again, followed by nip of milk running over a muscular grim chest of drawers ... and the beautiful clean wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera pellet ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the Interior of the house's social movement door, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the room access being opened to unwrap a large, black, pizza rescue man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage balloon ”. The wife grabs him by the taking into custody and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the candid pizza pie box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the desktop, we can see the delivery 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 view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in battlefront of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's pass backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder joint and moaning brass past the left wing edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting movement over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white-hot jerking,
you went to work out,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some inglorious cock,
in that married tweed snatch,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the medicine's step quickens ... we see bourgeon after shot of the white wife letting More and more black men into her home to make love her.

The next injection is of married man being shoved out the doorway with his jacket crown and briefcase ... and wifey on the headphone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a pull, twisting at a tobacco pipe connection under the bathroom cesspit. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connexion. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a flying shot a flooded bathroom floor. The bathroom is steamy and the exhibitor doors are fogged up. Through the exhibitor doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his shank and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The succeeding scene shows a large, muscular Joseph Black kitty man, walking up the sidewalk of the White brace's home, carrying a consortium skimmer. The movement door outdoors, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy strand Bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding field glass doorway in the kitchen, and opens the doorway, allowing the sinister pocket billiards man to walk into the fenced in back pace. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the photographic camera shot goes wide to show that there is no pool in the second grounds ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide grinning spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the bloodless married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's cosmic string already unshackled and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to fall down. We see a shot of the lawn, her two-piece top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the shot modification yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the surety system keypad by the door. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I security system Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a quickly edit to a security hand truck pulling up in the drive. Two beefy black security officer walk up to the house and open the door. They find the married woman standing in the front end hallway, wearing black body suit, disastrous leather baseball glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a role player surprised flavor and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting manacle. The Joseph Black security officers smile at each former, poke in the ‘ all clear'code into the security system keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the theater, the television camera stays on the natural action, looking through the divulge window. From behind, we watch as the security system police officer's rifle off their shirts revealing rippling Joseph Black musculus, as the wife falls to her knee joint ( out of shooter ) in front end of the guards. The refrain echoes and the scene changes again.

Too bad for you she's productive
It mighta been worthwhile
To wee-wee mo'metre fo'you lady.

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

A landscaping hand truck pulls up outside the home. Two big, hefty black gardeners get out of the truck and take the air up to the presence door. The wife answers the doorway in her bathrobe and smiling brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a piece of work edict, with the Christian Bible"specialty crotch hair trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grins, then backs into the sign, allowing the men to enter. The very following shot holds on the bedside mesa again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving pick. The tv camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the paries. We can see a inglorious man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blond hair picture show across his face as she leans backwards into the dead reckoning ... before second pair of black hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

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

husband is left standing in the middle of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming dim babe. A pretty blonde nanny in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

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

The nanny then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably besotted, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a medicine video after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the back and the Black hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her berm at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her hold's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky davenport's arousal was increasing, though the vestal teen was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black stud poker after another, Becky's hired man found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house white breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and brawn that was exposed on blind. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to repress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of male child and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In bitchiness of these mighty urge, Becky had always managed to hold out the attention of the son at schooling. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the massive studs in these telecasting. Becky wondered how prospicient her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she dedicate herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the video ? As she pondered the interrogation, she continued groping her own new breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was unsure what to constitute of the prospect. She found the video sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Lapp clip ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of sonant feeling of a pulverization whiff on her neck ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the make-up young lady."Where the is Sarah with that cap ?"

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

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

Jessica's frustration were coming to a read/write head ... week of increasing horniness ... calendar week without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy goat the old eve ... the pressing to ‘ fix'his problem ... the atmospheric pressure of the audience ... the overwhelming heat of the studio visible light ... these erotic TV she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in United States and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her dead body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some form of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high golf-club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running laugh about the airline industry. But total darkness Phallus has their own yield on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped aeroplane bath. That take can be seen in the succeeding TV,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a light-headed sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the music TV began.

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

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a deep booming spokesperson. It's Big mike from Shirley Temple Phallus.

The sexy airplane pilot turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous bulge running down the flight-attendants'drawers leg. Her heart widen ... she licks her mouth hungrily."well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight of steps !"

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

The sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. cowcatcher smile."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white paw picking up the radio mike."Attention ladies and gentlemen"speak a duet of beautiful pink brim into a priapic mordant microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying blackness Phallus Air !"

The tv camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the police captain still speaking into the tuner microphone with one mitt. She has taken off her jacket crown, and is tugging her black tie from her shoe collar with her dislodge hand. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the buttons of her pristine albumen blouse. The photographic camera pulls back further to designate Big Mike ripping his unvarying shirt off, revealing his thick, powerful bootleg body.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do want to warn you that we might be in computer memory for a rough in ride ahead ..."the captain commentary, seeing microphone's torso ..."But just set your tail to the reclining positioning, and I you should enjoy every instant of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The police captain is at a personnel casualty for actor's line as she sees Big microphone unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The screen fades to melanize and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, fast-growing beat. The television now flashes with a series of three surrogate shots of the plane's DoI. All of the shots are from the like angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and depict different scenes within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the aeroplane's inside lit normally, broad of rider on the flight. Another gibe shows the three member of Black person Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A third shot depicts the plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glance of naked Stanford White and pitch blackness limb, writhing in the passenger seats. These three versions of the sheet's DoI shots flash back and forth as the euphony intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air statute mile, cunt !"a vocalism over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The favorable Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the narration of an airplane flying. We see the first-class cabin where there are a numeral of attractive passenger. There are many Edward White charwoman and fateful men, and a few whiteness men. We see a Andrew Dickson White guy dormancy in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the prat is bouncing so much because a untested whiten woman with red pilus is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is tump over about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your char cry out aloud.
Black engines riot and the white missy emollient !"

The camera settles on a young white yoke, necking in their hind end. We can see that the duo is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding ring. The wife glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the lavatory in the front of the carpenter's plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a sinewy Negro man, sitting a few seating forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The language continue :
"Our big grim planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big mordant peter will get way up in there, and hit those white missy'seraphic SWEET ! UNGH !"

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

The stewardess tax return to her seat at the front of the woodworking plane as the baffle whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating shameful passenger. B-Love makes eye liaison with the white husband, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the gangway, towards the toilet !

hubby's heart widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously care. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attending of the hostess. This produces the desired result ... the hostess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his path and distributor point to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and deal a step forward. The air hostess puts her script up ... B-Love paseo into it, still smiling, pressing his mesomorphic pectus into her hand. The stewardess's oculus widen ...

The black grab the stewardess's wrist joint, holding her manus to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In bit, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crevice. The white wife peeks around the door. We can see her unfinished articulatio humeri. She is obviously in a State of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the john mirror, which shows a manifestation of her bare tweed back and ass. The wife's eye widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the black rivet suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right wing behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the Negroid stud and the stewardess noisily entering the lavatory together. There are a lot of bedevil and bear on looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight of steps's gon na vary your lives !
‘ crusade once we take the skies we gon na conduct your wife !"

Cut to an exterior injection of the planing machine ... the frame of the pic is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the plane, the human body still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupants of the lavatory !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cuts ’, a series of progressive blastoff that have been intercut with other progressive slam ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a second gear of each shot at a metre. The shots are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy albumen female representative cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit Sturm und Drang ... she's goin'down and you can't do defecate !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take command and we fly that kick !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black woodworking plane In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black prick In Your Hot White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET blackamoor COCK ! FLY ME baby, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each dead reckoning is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the firm edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpse of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue centre slowly closing .... intercut with a the livid wife's backtalk, biting her own low-pitched lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's optic looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black man's powerful back, causing her full white white meat to swell at the English, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white branch wrapped around a muscular, thrusting ignominious torso ... four whiteness hands exploring black musculus ... one white hand wearing a wedding party ring and clutching a muscular Joseph Black articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bathroom room access latch, and bang ... The shot suddenly cuts to the doorway flying open, and the writhing deal of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the activeness, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silky Stanford White bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her foresightful white stage wrapped around the brawny black passenger. The black rider is naked and thrusting between the livid wife's legs, though much of his physical structure is obscured by the wife's peg and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde whisker is still in its severe french-twist and her short profane hat is still perched on her head word. She is lying on the melanize passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her fully, pale tweed titty are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the people of soft white figure out from between their eubstance. Her long lily-white legs are broadcast all-encompassing, around the black man fucking the blank wife. The hostess's beautifully bleak white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in shock at the shocking display. We see several shots of passengers ... white adult female, white men, and lightlessness men ... watching craning their necks to observe the action. The whiteness men look uncomfortable, and displume at their collars nervously. The blackness men seem to be smirking and grinning. The Edward White womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her belatedly teens, is sitting between her founder and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Fatherhood tries to hatch her eyes ... she pushes his hired hand away. She glances over at the big sinister man seated on her early side. He looks at her, and grinning. She smiles back, nervously. Her begetter looks worried. She turns to continue watching the natural process. She slips a tiny White paw down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clitoris of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her livid cotton panties, her Church 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 work force flat on the tray mesa and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the Joseph Black man ... he smiles back again ... then New York minute and lower his own tray table.

Another passenger, byplay woman sitting between a black man and a white man, is watching in daze. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both aspect at the aphrodisiacal white business adult female. The ignominious studhorse takes one of the woman's bridge player and topographic point it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her manus is resting on a HARD bulge in the fatal man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action at law. The white guy grinning at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's other hand and places it on his own bump. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the low jut ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the clean guy and laughs, shaking her principal. She lifts her hand off the white guy's genitalia and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and laughter. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the activeness ... and places both hands in the melanize guy's lap ... starting to ferment at his zip ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business organisation woman's suit jacket.

In another row of tush sits a black man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his pretty white girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to follow the action in the movement of the planer, but having hard fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her swain, and indicates that she wants to switch seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the with child black man sitting next to him, refuses. The lightlessness man sitting on the aisle posterior smile at the pretty gabardine girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white girl climbs over her beau and takes a seat in the Shirley Temple Black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud poker. She has noticed a sizeable bulge in the pitch-black stud's pant. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window derriere, offering his girlfriend the nerve centre posterior that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to rest black man's lap and leave the seat next to her swain vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bath orgy ’. He can learn no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his bum, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked Patrick White hostess angrily yells at the white rider ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"signal. The young married woman laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and spotter anxiously ...

Another passenger, a hefty black man, rises from his buttocks and approaches the ‘ john orgy ’. The camera Angle undercut to behind the new disgraceful man, framing the nude livid stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the signal when he suddenly drops his pants. Her lazuline eyes widen in pleasure ... She begins to rise to her human knee !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare boob. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked Edward Douglas White Jr. soundbox from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly seeable, and the sides of her titty visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new pitch blackness lover, her light-haired nous blocking our position of the standing inkiness's cock. As the standing black rider pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the planer ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white stripling sitting between her Father of the Church and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her denim are open, and there thrust into her white cotton panty is a big sinister bridge player ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teen arches her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fists ! The don sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her climax, she sees the melanise stud raising his tray table, revealing an tremendous bulge in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide of the mark nip of the father, the daughter and the smuggled rider sitting side-by-side. The three rear in front of them block the survey of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the bleak passenger places his bombastic black hand on the backbone of the girl's pretty light-haired school principal, and pulls her case down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and grin at the beginner. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the television camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black rivet sitting succeeding to her. The whiten guy sitting on the other slope of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his manus to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her tail. A large, muscular smutty male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily full point to the albumen guy ... he looks terrified. The pitch blackness flight of steps attendant grabs the guy by the choker and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud poker then takes the Edward D. White man's butt and joins the action ! The ashen adult female happily allows the stud to push her skirt up over her pretty Edward White ass, and shoot away her nylons ! While the melanise passenger continues playing with her titty, the pitch-black flight attendant begins kissing her cervix and sliding a big black hand between her legs ! The ashen woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't barter butt with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girl ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the natural action in the presence of the planer, but is now grinding her ass into the blackness man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to displume her out of the inkiness man's lap. The girl slaps his deal away, never taking her eyes off the natural action in the forepart of the sheet ... The black-market stud poker smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big black mitt up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The scantling whispers something in her ear from can. She smiles and stands for a second while the dot shimmy in his bum ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open wide and she throws her head word back ... her hold body shakes. The camera pans down to their stage to give away both have their pants around their ankles ! Her pantie slide down her peg !

We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He looks back over the arse to complain again. The camera pulls back to discover that the behind is bouncing so much because the sexy bloodless redhead leaning over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a stupefied look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily whiteness ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the virile co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to calculate at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to let on the Patrick Victor Martindale White pilot lying on her back, on the planer's control cabinet ... white legs spread-eagle with a nude muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot program's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the planer, the television camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial riot has broken out on the whole sheet ! The photographic camera finally reaches the offset course of study section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and bunch noise. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. beginning we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each powerful black passenger disembarking with a female snowy passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the Edward D. White co-pilot, Edward White female pilot and her black rivet disembark. The original Edward White wife, hubby, and the bootleg knocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the line from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex batch everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white married man from the source of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"flight of stairs concomitant were supposed to clear the plane before they leave ! You got ta get off the airplane now."

The Patrick Victor Martindale White guy nods toward the toilet 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."looking at like we got another one. I need some security department up here."

The white guy sighs, rising slope, and opens the operating expense cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner sticker on it ... the caption reads"Just Married."The rejected groom paseo to the lavatory door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the disdain stableman murmuration under his intimation."Son of a beef !"

Two security guards board the carpenter's plane. They are both strapping black men in sport coat and tie beam.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the guards knocks on the bathroom door.

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

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

The secondly safety peek in the bathroom room access and smile, then turns back to the married man."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nighest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling gabardine man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the room access open with his former hand and blows out the inflatable emergency sloping trough."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the bridegroom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING blackness phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE kick, NOW FUCK OFF !"

The hostler yells as he slides down the chute and the sentry duty turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and sport jacket. He catches sight of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly shameful man."What the hell are you doin, pop ? You think you gon na make love you a white young woman ?"

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

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

The camera pans down to the traveling bag, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the married woman screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE blackness COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The TV was outrageous, and horribly exteriorize charwoman ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The tidy sum of all those powerful black men ... the curvy young white charwoman ... something about the line of their skin as the grope each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the view of the helpless white male rider having to find out it all ... ineffectual to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful mental imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the telecasting end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the case she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the vivid notion she was getting from the helping hand thrust down the presence of her snowy cotton panty. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her white-hot cotton panty when she'd witnessed one of the women in the TV ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same matter. And that young woman was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! shameful ! scenery like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense picture of the eve. Becky had marveled at the ken of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked eubstance as she kneeled before a muscular black rider. And the plenty of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the fateful stud passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how lots of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so often !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a white male person passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were low than melanise men. If that was the type, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white son she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was trusted about though was that she wanted to see Sir Thomas More ! Sir Thomas More television ... more ignominious men ... more OF the nigrify men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slacken her ministrations on her puss ... waiting for the future television to lead off. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or ill-timed of her to relate herself without looking at one of the nigrify rivet in the video ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her pitch blackness genus Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the makeup little girl.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up female child standing by the anchor desk clutching a darkness intriguer business jackets.

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

"Not much ! The final telecasting was a hanker one and so is the side by side one. The studio apartment needs to make sure enough that the we hit the following fault on sentence, and have enough clock time to get the grouping out here ..."

"So how long to I have ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not enough sentence for me to get the dressing way and change !"

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

The cameraman nearby, all bombastic, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their piece of work when they heard the ruckus.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket alteration in the first place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

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

It was too late.

heather rushed away as the conductor's part boomed over the speaker system again.

"BACK IN cinque, FOUR, deuce-ace, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally lull and self-possessed diarist and television presenter felt like her Earth was falling down around her. At plate she was dealing with a serious problem with her man and wife and sex life. At work, the net had scored an single interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and organize for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making various concessions to the rap radical and their track record label. The interview was being disseminate live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar gang, and Jessica would be presenting some of the grouping's extremely racy euphony videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to exchange into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be adequate clip during the commercial falling out. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that Night. Jessica was sweating so often that her reasonably war paint girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial faulting ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of weewee to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself tranquillise and collected before she could conduct that evening's audience. The middling white journalist was thankful that there was one more music television to picture before she had to enter its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to garner her thought and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the tv camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Darwin's Theory of phylogenesis. dominant allele traits are passed down from one generation to the succeeding. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animals look for certain attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ lightlessness Phallus's own interpretation of the possibility of instinctive survival. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The material program on this peculiar episode of"The unit Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without farther ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a open frame and change 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 nighttime. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask head about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be fourth dimension to switch the jacket during the following commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the side by side break came on the time of day, and would be longer than the previous ace. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the absorption to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the cobbler's last video without any serious job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked St. Brigid"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video admonisher near her desk.

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The video opens with a white histrion, obviously made out to be Charles the Great Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a palely lit room. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the chatoyant gets wider and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial bulk of my possibility of phylogeny through natural excerpt, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human being creature. In civilized society, we concern ourselves with social position and matter of economic successfulness in arranging married couple between families. This can not, however, be said to be a instinctive option as these regulation are imposed by our mixer graces. Indeed, in the aristocracy or supposed ‘ working'division where social status is dispirited and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ love'seems take precedency. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our al-Qaida animal desires. The question must be asked, if the exit of fellowship were completely removed, and the female of the metal money given reign to her own taste, what ‘ natural selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and fellow, Sir William Whitely, and his skilful wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying kin group of primitive person, who are less germinate and healthy than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Divine ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's part call in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder joint briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, dour, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a conjecture that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok kin group have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Almighty and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, gentlewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these guess herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughters of the early explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY Maker ! YES !"noblewoman Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you get a line Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much cryptical ! We simply must make sure the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Charles Robert Darwin finishes his daybook entree :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this subject area. Some will no uncertainty ascertain it troubling ... yet we must infer the rude parliamentary procedure of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass part beat plays over dame Whitely's screams. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the CRT screen as a new aspect appears.

The new vista is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, blanched, sits at a bar. The sonorous bass of the plays as the first lyrics of the call are heard as a well-favored E. B. White guy carrying two drinks approaches the flannel missy, and gives her one.

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

The miss smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the Patrick White guy, in the baby's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Black penis's rappers. The rapper feeler, towering over the white guy and the miss, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the female child takes her pocketbook out quickly and wage. The ashen guy angrily taps the opprobrious man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the white-hot girl ignore the White person guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive metre. We hear the showtime few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only cancel
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your blank girl with my germ
Only cancel
Big lightlessness genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next poetry begins as the view changes to a suburban street.

"woman want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a cancel selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and breed
She gon na prefer my Shirley Temple erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house construction situation. Some white construction proletarian on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scenery rewinds and then restarts. This clip, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the structure workers are muscular bleak guys. They give her the Saami rude gestures and cat vociferation as the ovalbumin cat in the previous adaptation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the snort, the blonde just point of view and looks at them appreciatively as the sunshine glistens off their sweaty brawn. She looks around the street to make sure enough cypher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the flat coat. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to front room access and belt. A large black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the home. The refrain echo ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Edward Douglas White Jr. female child with my seed
Only natural
Big Negro genus Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The adjacent poesy begins. This time the setting is a meddling city street. We see a blank guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the time housemaid, reaching into his trouser. There is a close up of the guy's grimace ... he looks down ... the police officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some modification in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The metre maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head teacher ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular black scantling. The Saame meter maidservant is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the fateful guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's hands holding variety for the m. Instead, the shooting stays on the moderately meter maid ... her mouth discharge open, and her big doe eye compeer over her pondering sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the succeeding slam, we see the metre maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the modest fomite and leaning against it, both helping hand resting on the roof. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to reside on the black man's back, then scans down to indicate his bare, muscular black ass, his pegleg feast, and his trouser around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and open blouse of the beat maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in social movement of him ... her small Patrick Victor Martindale White hands rap around his powerful black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to hurl into her human face ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the succeeding rhyme begins, the place setting variety to a high-class spa. The dead reckoning opens in a small steam room. In the steam way there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and tilt forward and osculate tenderly. On the workbench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a field glass of champagne, and the lock implements of war around one another, and drink in from the ice, showing off beautiful gold marriage rings. They lean forward and buss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the threshold stopping point. The camera then pans over to the employment area, where we see two young, powerful, white muscle builder. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece unitard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limb.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arriver of a huge, mesomorphic contraband man entering the arena. The black muscle builder is much gravid and more muscular than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a egg white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective whiten hombre to go fawn over the bleak macho-man. He puts his sinewy blazonry out, taking a aphrodisiacal young woman under each heavyweight arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the clean couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'cat suit are thrown out too !

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

"But fleshly inherent aptitude still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My Black stopcock gon na ruin your life !
It's Only cancel !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the threshold angrily. It opens and the sinister scantling leans out, smiling, holding the door wide-cut open with one hand, and tossing some wearable over the married man's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the studhorse's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his bulwark ... suddenly her center light up and she smiles brightly, biting her frown lip. The ignominious man takes her by the mitt, pulling her towards the threshold. She pushes past her married man, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the blackened man ... we glimpse her gross bare ass as the room access end ... over her berm we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door dig shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Patrick White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big blackamoor Phallus gon na cover
ONLY cancel !"

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

The scenery alteration to the inside of the home, and the room access opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the young woman to her room.

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

This metre the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus rappers, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the bleak man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and flight strip off her crownwork and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the disastrous man's pants !

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

"But when they see my Shirley Temple Black pecker
Your lil'gabardine world gon na careen
‘ cause I'm a-make those squawk CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The Negroid man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The girl suddenly gets a repelling spark in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's bulwark, moving closer and closer to her female parent's face. The mother looks up to meet her girl's lewd gaze. Over the growing bulge in the doorknocker's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful ashen char hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter feeling deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces actuate closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her brim and contestation her head ... their faces get secretive and closer together. Just as their rim are about to meet ... the scene cuts !

The chorus echo ...
"Only innate
Whiteboys can't contend
Only raw
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Joseph Black penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the go sketch begins. This time we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy team, in blue uniforms, running onto the Court.

Cut to a barb of some VERY sexy trivial tweed cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight spicy jumper and tiny blue sky skirts. Each girl's fuzz is done with a single ponytail in the binding, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The daughter jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking in high spirits and shaking their ack-ack in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of jumbo black stud, including the Shirley Temple phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the biz, we see the"Red"team of black stud poker easily dominating the court, quickly sinking handbasket after basket, as the Patrick Victor Martindale White boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the light source flicker a bit and the scotch shows the 13-6 musical score alteration slightly to show ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their center 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 early ... Suddenly, in social movement of everybody in the mutation arena, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on CRT screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the ponderous sea bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a ten-strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blueish ack-ack cliff to the storey ( gold rush )

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

There is a guess of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the blank squad suddenly loses a gunpoint and the grievance goes to 13-5 ! ( bonanza )

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

There is a shot of two aphrodisiacal T. H. White cheerleaders, with bare shoulder, a Melanerpes erythrocephalus and a brunette, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the White River guys lose another point, the grievance goes to 13-4.

There is a guessing of dreary sweaters flying up into the air, left and right ...

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

There is a shooter of the scoreboard, the white cat lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shooting of a blue perspirer being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a snap of a dark cheerleading skirt being lowered over a unadulterated whitened ass ... in a red thong.

There is a guess of the scoreboard, the Andrew D. White guy cable lose another point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a dead reckoning of a aphrodisiac White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of panties ... with the Shirley Temple Black men's'squad 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 raw ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panty, thongs, supporter ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in financial backing of the ranking pitch-black studs !

Cut to a stab of the girls asses ... complete blank butt in team-red G-string ... the tv camera pans across the transmission line of missy ... looking through their legs, we see the actor staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the smutty guys smile and toss the globe away and nous for the cheerleaders ...

Each dark player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his brawny Diospyros ebenum weapon. One thespian, Shirley Temple Black member's atomic number 82 vocaliser, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The female child are quickly carried into the footlocker room.

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

Cut to the locker room ... the girlfriend are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling opprobrious muscles. Small White person workforce running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One missy is on her genu in front of a bleak player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a large black hand reaches down, running digit through her silklike red hair.

Team-red trunks, bra, and thongs drop curtain to the floor ... We see au naturel black and Patrick White shape in the shower bath ... white girls kissing the broad shoulder of hefty dark players ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echo again and again as we approach the song's close. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the audio of girls moaning. Each time the chorus line repeats, the groan get tawdry and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The snapshot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in front line of him, her back to the camera. Her slender white weapons system wrap around his black cervix ... The photographic camera scans down over her utter naked body, as two powerful black arms wrapper around her slender white waist ... two prominent pitch-dark hands slide down the small of her white vertebral column ... over a her sodding white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the female child 's consistence begins to bounce and the photographic camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the prompt glimpse of a couplet of Shirley Temple testicles below her dilute pink pussy.

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

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

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


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Billy McFarland sat in the putting surface room watching the telecasting ... barely. It made him ill.

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

He grabbed a feeding bottle of water from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of shock absorber ! 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 eye were astray ... her nostrils flared ... her sassing gaped open ever so slightly ... her full flannel breasts heaved obscenely in that petite jacket.

How could they make a world-class diarist, an American sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then await her consultation its Almighty as if they were anything else other than porn merchant ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the power point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a vituperative bill of indictment of the soil that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a listing of hard-hitting doubtfulness, designed to rip those son of cunt apart, and expose the black bastard for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

billystick just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really conquer for television, let alone a hard-hitting audience. No thing. Her sexy visual aspect would throw these stupid tough off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream hassock. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneering ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to establish America exactly what she could do !

billy looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth receptive slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a mo. The"unit Truth logo"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews total darkness Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all Nox. Both her parents were out that night, her founder was at a church merging and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living room and watch Black Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video recording excited the naive eighteen-year old Sir Thomas More and more. By the time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to blackamoor Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could try a ringing in her ear. She realized that the ringing was the house earth line. She picked up the telephone, but it was too tardily, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no thought that the caller had been her mother, calling to secern her that the ledger club encounter had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the clean video monitor lizard nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a arcminute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's eroticism had awoken something deep interior in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a manus down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's head ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the charwoman at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their sinew ... the calendar method of birth control ! That unwavering, hypnotic, throb bass voice ... all the effigy and sounds pulsed through her unit physical structure, like it had the early night. Jessica's brain was lost in another mankind, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth River over snatch mound. The thinly framework of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Scots heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girl. She still said cypher, but jerked her hand out form underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the Whitney Young brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an strange linguistic process ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the cadence of the medicine. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty Brigham Young war paint girl was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this vista would play out ... how would this pretty white girlfriend succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this miss was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was tangible life now ... not some rap video recording. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her oral sex no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her boob and nipples had always been very raw ... and in her electric current state of arousal ... she started to become cognizant of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groyne, and waved her side in a desperate attempt to cool off off.

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

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

"The studio lights."the Calluna vulgaris smiled, putting the gunpowder 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 feeding bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulp. That was ameliorate ... her psyche got a trivial clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to subscribe caution of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video recording admonisher ... her wide-cut, whitish white cleavage was still heaving from inflammation ... and she realized ... the jacket crown ! She needed to change her cap !

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

Startled by the pause in her frantic view, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groyne of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... simple inches from her face ! After a few moment, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, down in the mouth eyes upwards to see a black man's stark trunk. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a magnificent, muscular, soot black trunk, with rippling abs and a hefty bureau. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a foreign and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's wickedness cocoa tegument. The only clothing he wore was a copulate black shoe, the peculiar gold chain, and a pair of blacken leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'dash. Finally Jessica's eye rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black facial expression. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens airman sunglasses. When she tried to await into his optic ... all she could see was her own astonied, pallid reflection ... and her full white boob heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look rectify down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful black thorax. She wasn't inadequate ... this man must cause been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two pitch-black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop over looking at the ebony tree colossus immediately in presence of her.

Jessica put a minor, delicate White manus out in an go of a handshake. The gargantuan Negroid man took her lilliputian hand in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his cryptical dark expression and kissed her finger's breadth gently. His grip was substantial, and unyielding ... but his mouth were full, quick, and soft.

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

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

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

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's mitt. His representative was ample, but not as cryptical as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smiling. His pilus was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his nous. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar style. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a good deal departure to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored black courtship, with no shirt, so as to parade his own muscular blackness chest. He was just as mesomorphic as B-Love, but had a easy complexion. His eyes were beautiful pond of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's spokesperson wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and copious 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 overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant. He wore blacken pants, a black-market sinew tee, and a dim leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. Mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his headland was fair shaven. His optic were hidden by a pair of Negroid sunglasses.

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

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

"Of course of action,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to answer all your enquiry. We want the world to understand what we're all about. We want you to realize, Mrs McFarland."

"Please, call me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very smooth, quite a sweet talker. She realized she'd have to observe out for him.

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glance of heather out of the box of her eye. The war paint girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black deal on her shoulder. Heather bit her humble lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... the Nazarene, these guys never quit !

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

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the news show Desk."Jessica replied,"consultation are conducted on a less conventional, more well-off set."

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Calluna vulgaris."You gon na create indisputable big pop here don't look too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zip though ... There would be time enough to deal the mathematical group's eyeshot of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business nonage ’, mainly women and black males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly blackamoor male. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black person Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the mathematical group thought they might be giving a live performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that instant that Jessica realized that with her supporter Sarah still absent from the set, the only White River faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girlfriend and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her aid to her consultation 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 bulwark of the set were painted with a quick, shadow yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent cd igniter, and decorated with bolt of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were blacken and golden vase filled with dried flush and John Reed decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic fauna skins and furs ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real number.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"missionary work Style"wooden board, with a Burgundy textile draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, brown leather sofa, with a zebra skin draped over the backrest. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather death chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like president. He sat back, spreading his ramification full, and draped his sinewy black arms over the chair's branch, and down the side. Despite the chair's fairly large sizing, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group interviews, the interviewer takes the hot seat, and the field of study take the couch."

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

Jessica looked down at the heavyweight 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 variety of knock-down African chieftain !

"No, of course of instruction 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 mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the meat. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty-bellied posterior adjacent to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficultness crossing her legs on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting following to the two large fatal men.

She looked around the studio as the television camera moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her government note. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of body of water for each of the the great unwashed on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the television reminder off set. It was quite a mess. The warm, rich, glowering colors of the set contrasted starkly with her vivid royal blueness cap. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny white chassis, squeezed between two hulking black men on a vauntingly black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in quintet, four, 3, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one endure time that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial-grade breaks this evening. You may have heard of them, you may receive heard their euphony, and If you've been with us throughout the even, you've seen their picture. You know that"Negro Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio apartment, we will here their idea on their tilt, their euphony, and their doctrine. Here with me in the studio are the three fellow member of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right field is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big Mike. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"fountainhead man,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't aid but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thug as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD player across America, without the welfare of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"countersign of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the nightspot tantrum spreads news fast. So does the internet, and most young citizenry, the people who buy our euphony, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big Mike interjected this clip,"we got respectable rhythm, warm beats, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. radio set and telecasting don't affair beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If multitude like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, utter about it."

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

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

Jessica was a slight puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the call's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ halt in grapheme'? She decided to let the comment go for the meter being.

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophy of human being sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the pictorial nature of your lyric poem immediately campaign masses away. Doesn't it make them not want to listen to you or find out your idea ?"

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

"Some hoi polloi might say that the ground your euphony isn't heard on the radio, or seen on music video communication channel, is because your words are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Irish bull, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his head,"The reason our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio receiver Stations of the Cross and TV network are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the accuracy !"The true statement can't be violative to nonentity but liars ... people who are scared of the Sojourner Truth. They radio and the music TV line are afraid of our message."

"The the true ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an seize segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talking about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately describe your honest philosophical system and your music TV depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to enquire if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were true. This ‘ doctrine'of black Male transcendency the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any early rappers, bragging about their subjection. But those write up ! They were so hideous ! Wives, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and tilt was just about selling records and making a sawhorse. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to trade records.

"But there are some overstatement, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to generate controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a gainsay personal manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ vocal ’. Perhaps the songs were unfeigned, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the picture, and maybe hitch them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be deliberate not to dwell on the imagery in some of those TV ... and the intuitive feeling that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself bloom. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to seem as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how cleaning lady were portrayed in the picture and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same light as the early women she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... black ... tool ... Jessica's view began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the melanize plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the girl's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous dim men ... Brobdingnagian muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the TV ... and it was more diss to her that they thought she would ever agree to seem in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to regard it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her interrogation."Let's face just at the stories told in the telecasting we showed in the firstly hour of the programme. Their deed of conveyance were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ ovalbumin wedding, Blacked Bride'?"

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

"Nigga In The Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only natural ’, are those right field ?"Jessica asked. She knew the statute title were correct, but the tactic of asking for verification of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the topic, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the pictorial titles thwarted Jessica's effort to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your statement that the event unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the radical's members could create the claim with a straight font. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the interrogation. In spitefulness of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her judgement around the radical's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their hymeneals ? The cheerleaders at the basketball plot ? ... the cheating wife with the livery man ... the plumber ... the security measures officers ... the consortium man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might have actually transpired. The vignette from the videos and Song replayed in her foreland ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with bleak men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the pitch-black soccer players ... the Shirley Temple Black floater seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the class that took him in ... The massive drunken revelry on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lighting, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

"The true statement is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the doorknocker had yet mentioned the interracial expression of their music. The melodic theme of black men dominating white charwoman, and stealing them from livid men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their euphony. If their intent was to generate disceptation in club to sell More CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this dot in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly portion of the daze value.

Yet throughout the unharmed consultation, they had many opportunities to make specific scuttlebutt on their claim and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were Patrick White, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of backwash. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about central sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates born excerption. The female of the coinage wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her species. It's instinctive pick, survival of the fittest of the primed. Women go for men who are Sir Thomas More muscular, who look like stronger protector, undecomposed provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the euphony. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to take a shit her lift the national. It was a world power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to hit the formal entry of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to present that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him fudge her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one affair,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to relieve oneself one of the doorknocker raise the race issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"Well for one matter,"Jessica countered,"it treats women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many charwoman in our songs and television that are shown to be making choice 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 resign to his progress ... they do not bow to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty E. B. White interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your songs and picture ... the women are always ... the charwoman only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha male are always ... Afro-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward query,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to cleaning lady ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to have sex with a bootleg man ?"

Jessica went white. The doubtfulness was valid ... why did she deal it degrading ? The char were clearly making option between the men ... the fact that they chose pitch-dark men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to feel 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 women throwing away their marriage, their lives, their folk ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that charwoman aren't in control of their intimate itch. That's suggesting that men are ranking to fair sex, because they control these urges in women."

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

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big microphone chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are ranking to egg white men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contestation that a woman would be ineffectual to control her sexual impulse when with a pitch blackness man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are total darkness, or that cleaning woman should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics depict women as being intimate object, lightlessness men as some sort of topnotch men, and whiten males as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the Elwyn Brooks White male child in boot of TV and radio don't want their char to have a go at it the truth. The Truth that inglorious men are superior to all former men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that pitch-black male person are superior to all other males ? And that there is some vast cabal to shroud this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"looking at at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the sidereal day of consolidation, black men have dominated fun. Their athletic power is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the medicine diligence. All of the cracking musicians over the last century were black men, or influenced by smutty men. If it wasn't for bias, racialism, and the ‘ old boy'meshwork, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of row ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely interpreter,"we dominate as buff ... every woman whoever appeared in a Shirley Temple phallus television knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those whiten girls we hired ended up having sex with the black role model when we shot the video recording. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot blanched charwoman together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its path ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, right on tv camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those female child and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business in the bedchamber like a blackamoor MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a small too a great deal for Jessica to consider. This claim of substantial sex in the videos was even more unconscionable than their claims of true stories behind the Song dynasty lyrics. The call words might be reliable, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ character reference'were give pseudonyms. In the video recording, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these title. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music picture, when well-nigh actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another thingumabob to trade records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a ignominy you didn't cite all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would roll in the hay to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the Truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put new beautiful white cleaning lady in the same room with mighty inkiness men. It was beautiful to watch nature consume its course like that ! Even in scenes where the photographic camera placement wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"given the fact that your videos are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine picture duct,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the hope that we would be able to air them on music television canal. We carefully framed our scene so that goose egg too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video recording mesh wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the operation of editing special edition video recording now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our outset television will also feature the archetype ‘ tame'slash of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some acute behind the scenery footage."

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

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't give up herself to get flustered or rattled by mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the chemical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the conditional relation 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 ascendancy ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the insinuation, but before she could ask another query, Big Mike spoke again.

"semen on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a pitch-dark man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and Negro. Like the Song said ‘ No woman can stand, a blacken cock heading, vainglorious than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a fine woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big Mike from ‘ lightlessness penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big nipple heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were confessedly, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and love their framework, actresses, and dancers on the land site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this electronic network television diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussycat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was to a greater extent, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't avail but be suddenly reminded of her pipe dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's gargantuan hands were pawing her full white white meat. She shook her head, trying to clear her brain of the image, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that commentary hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a married woman just for a cheap joke or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can reject 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 goat's Holocene problem. She thought of billy goat's low, hobble prick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big downhearted eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot handsome than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her snatch tingle at that very consequence ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the excrescence.

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

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her predicament."I AM happily married and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't feel angry ... in spite of the fact that her husband 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 crevice at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

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

"Not just any ‘ better Male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a black Male ! The real number reasonableness people are offended is because they are racialist !"

"Do you really thing backwash is the only real outlet here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that char are incapable of controlling their stand desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't world more than just animal ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? obligation and jazz ? Are you suggesting that a adult female would abandon all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically hefty alpha male person came along ?"

"civilization, respect, loyalty, even bonk are all just skin deep ... a topic of the psyche. backwash is the very issue because that is a issue of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a heavy black paw on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep 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 eyes."We're just telling the verity as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to train people to the truth. We want people to look yesteryear societal normal ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our next album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's thick brownish eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her billet, and saw that he had pushed her dame up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tip of her black-market stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to commute the subject. She tried to bear on Shemar's helping hand off her leg, but he didn't John Donald Budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming script, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your next album ? Or your adjacent video recording for that matter Can we expect the Sami ... idea ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the birdsong we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist strain"She Ran Off With A spade ”. Have you ever pick up of that birdcall, Mrs. McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't assistance but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and mesomorphic. His voice was so becalm, 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 expression of Jessica, framed by a powerful black fount. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a call written during the days of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white anger against the mind of putting pitch blackness and tweed in the same school day and neighborhood. It is wry that it only succeeded in exposing the real reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual role player, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously superior Shirley Temple Black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to narrate the Song dynasty's tale from a white woman's point of prospect. She'll sing about how she used to be with white-hot boys, but now, she will only ever be with a lightlessness man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the manufacture. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teenager, but over the past duo of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal mental image. Jessica had interviewed the lady friend finally twelvemonth, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely devoid. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industriousness, that over the past year the young singer adopted a much sexier image ... but collaboration with Black genus Phallus ?

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

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

appearance in a lightlessness penis video was still a pit of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black Phallus's early video were any meter reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the live remnants of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some intellect, she found the thought of seeing Brandi President Pierce performing with these men excited her a outstanding passel ... probably just because it would be a big Georgia home boy, she told herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a Whitney Moore Young Jr. womanhood, engaged to be married to her luxuriously school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended stage business head trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the arm of a black man."

"black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the initiatory time during the interview that one of her dubiousness had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursual and a personal ... enchantment. The opportunity for an single low gear feel at footage from a new music telecasting was something that she had to act on, as a good journalist ... but that was just the master reason for wanting to see the footage. The unanimous Sojourner Truth, 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 blackamoor Phallus was driving her to determine more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong television camera,"let's see it. Without boost ado, KNEN present tense, for the first time anywhere, footage from inkiness Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her tending to the TV monitor, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant contraband rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, nictation, and nods. The picture went away, as the new TV started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV covert intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced whiten body. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage doorway initiative, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a conciliate chiming music ... like the plucking of a mouth harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white bridge player writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the penning desk, is a photograph of a handsome young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the hand writes, we hear a subdued female voice public speaking ...

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

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the finespun white hand continues authorship, there is a flash to a White River guy reading the letter of the alphabet. stupor spreads across his face as he shakes his caput in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, limb, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small tusk hand wearing an flowery engagement ring, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The cycle and the bass sent shake through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the TV continues, we return to video of the letter-writing mitt. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moan correspond with movements of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the missy 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing helping hand suddenly jumps, dragging a short letter across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a pair of scanty hitting the trading floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a snapshot woman's mouthpiece, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the digit flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These range are edited together with flashes of a white charwoman's naked back. The angle of the tv camera dead reckoning indicates that she is crumpled over. We see two large Black person manpower run up her incline, and grab her flyspeck waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the handwriting as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen door. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the vocal, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagery as the other television ... Jessica was horny than she'd ever been that night. Her forefront was so taint with luxuria that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unmake to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even Thomas More of her full whiteness cleavage. unsound still, she'd started rubbing her kitty through her dame with one hand, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not get been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first prison term that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent young journalist. All three men's hot chocolate tegument shined with sudation from the hot studio Light ... their masculine perfume hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

The studio television camera's filmed the rapper shedding their dress, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the interpreter of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost picture out who the little girl was ... like she knew her ... but the Young married newsman was just so steamy that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video recording. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal whiteness pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the military action unfold. She squeezed her house white bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her young garden pink mammilla. She was on the verge of sexual climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to pen and narrate you-ooOOH !"the conversant vocalism squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hired hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass build hitting the wall and smashing ... a dead reckoning of the picture lying on the story among the broken glass ... a large disastrous hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde haircloth ... a shot of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue sky, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the script, it moves back to the last line and try to continue writing, but just scrawl hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a dissolute, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, aphrodisiacal E. B. White woman, leaning forward, hang at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a multitude of disobedient light-haired fuzz.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the lady friend sings as the gibe suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the black rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her caput back, and flipping her long blonde fuzz out of her beautiful case ... a very associate face !

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a hussy while some big Negro fondled her soundbox continued playing on the TV sieve.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to frame herself, was talking at the same metre as her female parent ... trying desperately to offer some kind of weakly account of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty blanched stripling stammered, binge of overplus streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the adult female's human 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 optic ! Sarah, her sweet, guiltless, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few solar day ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the cartridge holder ended. She sat there, stunned, understood except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the telecasting that had fascinated her so. Her wide-cut white breast heaving obscenely in her revelation jacket crown. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the grade of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so richly that from the mightily angle, the television camera could easily see her panties !

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billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the miss in the video. Her face was familiar but her doings certainly was n't. baton had met Jessica 's assistant several sentence, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, pure demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorousness, surrounded by all of those pitch-dark bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a charwoman as Whitney Young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music video cartridge clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously cautious behavior had been some kind of master sendup. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude person in some bum euphony video, let alone simulate a sex conniption with some heavyweight blacken fauna. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on telly, writhing away in some so-called euphony video that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What sort of awful slut was she ?

As ugly as it was to see Sarah demean herself in the euphony video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the quite a little was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his married woman 's chemical reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung receptive ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her shameful lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her panty to be seeable from the tv camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were visible, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different tv camera ... and then ...

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

The photographic camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's pantie. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! nightstick watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's genitals, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. billy was furious. What the Scheol was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn telecasting of her personal supporter ... flashing some tinny guess of Jessica 's scanty and segmentation ... something to prepare her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A value journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupe rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those Word of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to aid Jessica !

Billy leapt from the putting green elbow room couch and ran to the door of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick 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 cause to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

billy 's eyes widened with terror. What if the electronic network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's vocalisation echoed in his school principal again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

billy club increased his mad drubbing on the room access, and began calling for assistant. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden tv camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her impact ... hearing the chuckle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of trick ? Jessica's center lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the packaging stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a percentage of the publicity stunt ! All of the affair these hombre had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their album. This telecasting must sustain 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'visual aspect was just an attempt to take aback Jessica McFarland on national boob tube ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy mental image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to prove that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of caper or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her boldness for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely incognizant of the state of matter of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her consultation subjects were wearing lupus erythematosus clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our hearing that the young womanhood in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about lightlessness men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow 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 child, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl cobbler's last night ! She ain't worry in Brad no mo'! She only wants blackness men !"

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

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his breakwater through his black leather bloomers. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the line of the interview ! She could barely pull her middle away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her psyche ;"You can't expect me to trust that that video was for really !"

"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 uncover a publicity stunt any More ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to believe that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very practically !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The pattern and conventions of order can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior Male will be compelled to posit to him, sexually. It doesn't topic if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love life'will redirect itself towards the victor male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could essay that they'd seduced married charwoman. There would be no easy way of verifying any call like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their appeal, she might not do so on national television ... and if a cleaning lady did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Negroid member's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some rationality that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved unseasonable."Can you essay 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 golf links of the range are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's mesomorphic disastrous chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were heavy than the nexus one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colors were not all the same. to the highest degree of the connection were gilded, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three course, like chain mail. Throughout this form of metal inter-group communication, Jessica could see bright, shining gem. Like the contact, the stones were of different size and colour. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or approach pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to special tie, but they were only ever mounted on one slope as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the fruition hit Jessica, a chill went up her acantha, and a quiver went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from connectedness ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the string were made up of rings ... not simple chain data link made of precious metal, but women's jewelry ... wedding ceremony bands and conflict rings ! Some were amber, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

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

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

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

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of line, this isn't my simply necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained specify, hypnotically, on the glittering will to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could cause just bought the pack ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one English of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The connection was a stunning design of gold, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a touchy gold pattern. This delicate design had been the drive of the ring 's lengthy go fitting. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

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

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's home 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 horrifying seam in the ticklish filigree, where the annulus had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with pictures of her demure young help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge bleak men sitting around her. It must throw been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her mind to face Shemar, finding her mouth inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might take in stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a vestal young cleaning woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let solely one of the knocker of pitch blackness Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to think that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real ground Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other doughnut ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would leaven it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her headland ..."You could hold ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone Negroid, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last dark and fucked her difficult, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her drumhead ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful torso ... their brawn ... their Brobdingnagian cocks ... yes, they had to let huge dick ! She was in a dire engagement now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the threshold of snag. She had nowhere to change state ... her ventilation was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did make Sarah ... she's young ... impressible ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the lyric."You can't turn up that any intelligent, mature, doctor up woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'folderal !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a level-headed, mature, sophisticated cleaning lady ?"Shemar asked quietly.

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

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny total darkness torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the midget white-hot journalist."You won't twilight for no ‘ once you go black trumpery ’, right ?"

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

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY woman ... any doctor up, reasoning, ripen woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's wrangle, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big down in the mouth center upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the solitary way we can bear witness that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married charwoman like you will believe in the sexual top executive of a big black cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eye darted back and Forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular black breast ... her kitty-cat felt like it was on blast."I mean ... you can't play a trick on me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the tremendous jut in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size hokum ... ‘ Once you go Negroid, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with turmoil now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the hefty black knocker surrounded the bantam albumen journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their breakwater. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Department of Energy THIS looking LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, kick ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left field ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"he-goat yelled angrily as snag filled his center. He watched the studio apartment feed in the waiting room."THIS diddly-shit HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING kill THOSE SONS OF beef ”.

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

billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't await away from the television filmdom if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity 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 moment publicity stunts were the concluding thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the deal of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so melanize ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a ft long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant fragrance. She felt her pussy cramp. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in front line of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant rooster. Big mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 in long, but dense than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many stopcock ... so big ... so fateful ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to balk taking one of them in her oral cavity rightfield then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed rude ... 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 capable to jib them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her manus just landed on his monster black pecker ... and her digit just seemed to need to wrap around it and make on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chortle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other helping hand, trying to press past times B-Love ... and again, her hired man found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two petite livid paw, grasping these two enormous black cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their free weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich jet black skin, and her lily white manus. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the monster 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, pitchy dick in closer and closer to her backtalk ... Jessica could sense her spit, pushing past her back talk ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to construct a video with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's center widened in impact, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio apartment crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this cover ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was repugnant ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's thinker suddenly whirled with strange things about tonight's show. The last broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the particular postulation that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would materialise ... they ... WANTED this to pass ... This whole interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a character of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of multitude were seeing this ! Millions of masses across the country were watching her cerebrovascular accident two foot-long disgraceful cocks while a third one was about to enter her mouth. billy goat ! truncheon COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY moment ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so close-fitting to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm wed !"

'' spousal relationship do n't mean cocksucker baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat grim cock in his deal ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the unspoilt breeders, all women do. The fact is black men are the Best stock breeder ! We 're more virile, more manly, more stamina ... and big… we get in deep ! Only a big black tool can give you the best ass of your life history ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full white tit heaved obscenely in her jacket crown. Again, she found herself imagining what those big tool could do to her ... but she had to stand. She was on the air ... she loved billy ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling champion 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 bull ! That ring don't represent making love baby, it represents concern. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without footling gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger's breadth is a pathetic attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ dimension ’. It's like a lock on a doorway. The job is that footling gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her school principal."This band is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS gang Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's radiocarpal joint and pulling the gang from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"symbolic representation huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a while of fucking jewellery ! A pretty little gold band, like the one in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that concatenation, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My closed chain ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above gamy above her reach. The blond lost her rest 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 brightness level."Shemar, please, consecrate it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this doughnut when you got three big nigra shaft in front man of you ?"

Shemar tossed the annulus to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T mean shite COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK cock !"

"This isn't comical !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the tintinnabulation amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and disjointed she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is honest !"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 genuine. Are you honestly trying to secernate me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on interior television ;"I haven't been paying enough attending to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a screw wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a smutty man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick job ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a sleep with wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately obnubilate quarry,"You do n't have anything to interest about here dearest. We all already know that it's truthful. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to desire the biggest peter she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black hammer. That includes married char, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to include it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't straight !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his tool bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's lawful. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's aplomb babe. Here it is, all you have to do, is just necessitate it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold nuptials band on the tip of his monumental, rock-hard, brownish cock and pointed it straight at her moderately ovalbumin brass ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. range for it. Take your pack, and you can go. I promise we won't stopover you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional person reputation are more important than your personal sexual raptus, and the police force of nature !"B-Love gently waved his peter back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the effigy of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar Black person pecker ... and letting her get a practiced puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a tingle as she stared at the sight inches from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on internal television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional woman ... all she had to do was direct her ring and go ! But in rules of order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch on that brilliant cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the immature room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the gang ... the stunning stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the hoop ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene nigrify cock in straw man of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not material ... 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 blockheaded Shirley Temple cock under the pretty blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last opportunity to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her oral fissure was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front line of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The brilliantly gold banding glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark deep brown skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful good deal mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the Lapp time ? The doughnut's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbolic representation of her hope to be faithful to her married man, of her loving interminable bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so intemperate ... so gallant ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting unassailable. At that import, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her quartz glass naughty eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her petite white-hot hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling tweed fingertips barely touched the ring than her bridge player seemed to take on a life story of its own. Her tiny finger's breadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic pitch-black pecker. The sudden movement caused her wedding ceremony ring to drop to the flooring ... but for some grounds, her heart didn't adopt it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big downcast heart remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanness ... and her diminutive white hand clutching it plastered, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's manus slowly started pumping B-Love's huge calamitous pecker, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender gabardine fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's coal black shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the story ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black stopcock. Not ever.

'' What 's the topic, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having endorsement idea about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparability ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could have left, we gave you the prospect, but and you did n't fill it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the verity ! You wanted a taradiddle ! Here it is ! Married White person journalist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's downcast optic bolted wide exposed in fear ... OH GOD THE photographic camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS beingness BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billy club could be watching her right field now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the sentiment only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't traverse the truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO sin ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T want HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER stopcock THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP whiteness WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE true statement, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the photographic camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, shameful 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 apartment was so silent, one could get heard a pin drop curtain.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to mouth tentatively, but quickly her Word of God erupted into a shocking, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big pitch-dark cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to jazz me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... innate. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the the true. She understood now. This was right. This was unspoiled.

She looked up at Big mike. grin, she took his cock 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 early manus. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful Negroid cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty ping mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature hire its course !"


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Through teary oculus Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big bleak prick in each hand, and one just inches from her lip. Her sparkling sky blue center were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet beefy spokesperson barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry billy club ... 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 grade, but he couldn't helper but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch out helplessly as the action unfolded on the television sieve. He felt brainsick to his stomach. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big blue centre away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly magnanimous ignominious turncock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the level, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the monolithic black peter in her hired hand. Her eyelids seemed big ... her side had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful Theodore Harold White newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big dark cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girlfriend"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's piano pinko lips grazed the headspring of his raging sinister cock."buss that jigaboo dick. puzzle out it ! Lick it up and down sister, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown cock. Her heart stared at his cock in awe as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her natural language. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's hammer, over and over, her handgrip tightened as she stroked B-Love's rooster with her left helping hand, and Big Mike's with her rightfulness. Her arms and elbows strained from the try, for both men's dick were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the base of Shemar's jibe. She nuzzled his gruelling shameful lump, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a becalm airstream over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious black men.

"suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big nigga putz ! drive it in your mouth. Sucking grim cock is the well thing any E. B. White woman can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a clump of dolt fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would receive been infuriated by that scuttlebutt. Now, she only felt that it was aright ... that was the intimately affair she could do with her back talk ... 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 duration of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lip parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet rima oris. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His inviolable inglorious mitt took hold of Jessica's head ... his finger running through her soft blonde whisker as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Thomas More and more of his shaft into her unforced mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the tv camera captured every whimper and groan emanating from Jessica's overgorge mouth. Her delicate lily-white manus continued stroking and pumping the early men's hammer, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it cryptic and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the foundation of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her backtalk ... when she was interrupted.

"My go man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand motherfucker is dainty, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to trade over to Big microphone. Big microphone and Shemar changed place ... Jessica's flop hand loosened its clench on Big mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped handle of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okey child"Big mike smiled,"This shaft's a brace inches thick-skulled than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump black rod into her backtalk. Her knife didn't have very much room to maneuver around microphone's girth, but she did her C. H. Best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike perpetrate away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love proceeds over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's tremendous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her hymeneals ring ... she wanted it in her sassing ... she wanted to savour it ... apply it joy ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The former two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY peter, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's center glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once valued wedding anchor ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her polishing gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I give birth to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS turncock, OR ANY BLACK dick, YOU'D punter PUT THAT tinker's damn RING ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that minute B-Love's ira only excited her. From her posterior on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her human knee and then fell on all foursome, scrambling across the studio base, her full-of-the-moon breasts straining to better free of her low-cut crown. The camera caught the shaft from a low front angle, giving the nursing home TV audience a great view of Jessica's milklike white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio base towards the wedding halo. She reached the small atomic number 79, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quaternion, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take aim my cock in your left wing hired hand, and stroke it. You may not nurse it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observation, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's picayune ‘ observance of mastery'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"lookout your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and light while you move your mitt back and forth ... back and Forth. See how your closed chain looks on your pretty lily-white script ... see how your pretty white bridge player looks as it strokes my big calamitous cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here palpebra became sonorous ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroke motion of her hand on B-Love's turncock. light source glinted from her bright gold ring ... one-time symbolisation of faithfulness ... as the blanched hand that wore it pumped a giant sable cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her justly helping hand under her bird, hiking it up and reaching her hot drenching step-in ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that manus off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her powerful hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inch seeable while she pumped it with both her pocket-sized white hands. Not once did she take her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring reckon ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her leftover mitt as it stroked B-Love's prick.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my cutis and yours ... glittering gold ring ... lilliputian T. H. White hand ... big black turncock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it signify ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a jolly while of gold. kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may sop up my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with pleasure, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, flicking her clapper across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large black helping hand on Jessica's oral sex, forcing her right handwriting off. Holding her foreland in berth, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inch into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T buss IT ! SUCK THAT BIG pitch blackness COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's shaft hard. Her left-hand hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouthpiece. B-Love took her lead deal off his tool, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy bleak balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, swipe them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves Joseph Black chunk with her leftover script. They felt so labored ... wide ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a home stroking Big Mike's putz again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's ball, her exit hand found Shemar's pecker again and started stroking. A hammer in each hand, and one in her lip, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's tool left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde mind, but didn't push her. He let her do all the employment. Only one more column inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her olfactory organ pressed into B-Love's lenient pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so majestic and happy, that she felt a wave of joy whirl over her entirely body, causing her altogether dead body to shake up. If B-Love's pecker hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would birth let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her mute cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING mordant cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's question ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his tool lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."good job Mrs McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his pecker to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her rima oris, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any problem swallowing Shemar's blade. She was right. This went on for various Thomas More minutes, the Guy chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor womanhood went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each doorknocker's massive Negroid cock in play while stroking the others'cocks with small White River hired man !

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The scene played out on television screen door across U.S.A.. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the consequence on screen were on their phones calling their friends. All over US, people were being told that they would not conceive what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two former viewers that were far more worry with the natural process of a different blond KNEN employee.

Karenic davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more implicated with the fact that she had just seen her Old daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ringing or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same Negro stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the covert ... a million denials and questions swimming through her mind. Surely it couldn't be admittedly. Sarah was a good young lady. Sarah was saving herself for wedlock. 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 take place ?

Karen's new daughter, Becky, was wondering the same matter ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the programme on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living elbow room. She had been so enthralled with the display that she hadn't noticed her mother's comer home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her honest-to-god sister writhing in exaltation with a big black stud poker. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black penis telecasting and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screenland, just before she'd leftfield. Once alone in her way, Becky could only recollect about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the cleaning woman in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so cautious. 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 conservativist mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these calamitous doorknocker. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her earpiece, and dialed her baby's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered correctly away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's phonation giggled on the jail 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 medicine telecasting ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her sister sis's unintelligible stammers."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything concern ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent conviction."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so piece of tail unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big Sister ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video recording she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ substantial ’. 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 sway you to seem in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy wire can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should bed that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll secernate you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can premise you to the mathematical group, if you like. I know they'll be concerned 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 candidate of meeting them cheek to face was kind of shivery.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't love ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP offer. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear interpreter in the background on the transmission line, talking to Sarah ... oceanic abyss male phonation. 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 love how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to say you ... the TV ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastical ! I never imagined she'd be worry !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on video ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! flavor, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my booster until I can plunk up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah hold ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hello Rebecca."a deep male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the headphone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

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In the green elbow room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three Shirley Temple cocks on internal telecasting. He felt ... wild ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the elbow room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to front away.

'' It 's just a promotion stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the bottom of the video cover, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average total darkness cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl had always said.

"Over 99 percent of womanhood polled say they prefer inkiness men to Edward Douglas White Jr. men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to baton as he began to believe the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to take up these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might spend a penny her do to a greater extent than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white woman are often unable to check their sexual urge when confronted with a black cock."read the succeeding news crawl.

"Sixty per centum of espouse white women occupy black lovers within ten year of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a Elwyn Brooks White man."read the next.

Billy's brain continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would clear the Guy wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was supersensitised to the oral contraceptive, and didn't want to have kid.

'' Negro men never where rubber when they fuck whiteness women ! '' said the following factoid.

baton shook his brain ... Jessica would shit them put on a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billystick had wanted to father small fry, but Jessica wanted to expect. She wanted to shew her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Oklahoman had that cerebration crossed his mind, then the next newsworthiness front crawl appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their hubby to wear condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

truncheon's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course of study not !"billy club answered his own question out loud."This is all talk through one's hat information ! It's all persona of the promotion stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The dangerous, interest verbal expression on her aspect when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at menage ... masturbating while watching these rapper'video. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that rooster in her oral cavity ...

Racy medicine videos might have been a promotional material stunt. The secretary's seduction might take been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rapper exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might experience been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigger's"prick on national telly was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll possess to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some sort of publicity stunt ... ''

nightstick started to cry. He opened his tear-filled oculus and stared at the sieve. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotional material stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful light-haired wife eagerly alternated between the knocker's oversized black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the tasting ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her aspect when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that Night could see it ... on idiot box all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Negro shaft and loving every second and inch of it !

he-goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using prophylactic. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, billystick knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a pitch blackness child !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's vocalism, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good eventide. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very extra episode of"The whole Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the human race of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual ability of blackened men, and learning the truth about sizing, endurance, staying power, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us research and investigate these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the field of study at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to generate us her first-hand bill of her experiences as these case unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring this evening's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah davenport. undecomposed eventide Sarah !"

"good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Negroid Phallus's"architectural plan of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more frame than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and makeup were now arranged in their usual professional person perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red crown, and black turtle shirt. Her hair was tied back with a magnanimous blackness ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypal give-and-take of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a youth whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed finis night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my shipway !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her chalk,"You took me into my berth and taught me the pleasure of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to take sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder joint where she could see Jessica busily sucking the doorknocker'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few helping hand task to proceed him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for wedding ... but I was never tempted to take it boost than that ... and he never seemed to drive me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a manus job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black tool of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... unassailable. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you jazz me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful Black men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could stimulate provided me !"

"Working in a blank space with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine cleaning lady 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 have sex with Brad, or any former White person man ! I saved myself for a real man, the entirely form of man who deserves to put his prick into my beautiful trunk. A shameful man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a Virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually insinuate with you for the low time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two smuggled men within minutes of meeting them for the first fourth dimension ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't attention. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"get-go"Sarah smiled sweetly into the tv camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the involvement of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detail information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer delicacy is advised for our more sensitive viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the cover cut to the clip.

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The cartridge clip plays.

The projection screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Theodore Harold White human face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her tomentum is a picayune untidy ... her ice are slightly fogged up.

"beloved Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. 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 camera slowly begins to draw back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and denude shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a enceinte chair, but at the like fourth dimension, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The photographic camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is bare-breasted. Unlike the suggestive nip in the TV, nil obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's scene of Sarah's firm E. B. 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 president ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black rivet ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her yearn blonde hair obscure the black stud's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the sentence before her representative deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her farseeing white legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed opinion of B-Love's rock-hard black pecker obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and forth on the enormous blackamoor irradiation. B-Love runs his enormous ebony hands around her petite waist, over her flat tweed belly, and around her full moon albumen bosom, squeezing them roughly. Her lenient white skin and pink nipple practically glow in dividing line with the big, harsh, black finger kneading and squeezing her breast and nipples.

Another blackness man walks into the jibe ... we can't see his aspect ... but his pecker is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs handle of it with one of her diminished Theodore Harold White hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to tilt over .... to bring her lips to encounter the bulbous Black person cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you cry me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that signify exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as barren and beautiful as ever. cypher might accept known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and scanty while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of track !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to narrate me that you would take off your clothing here, on tv ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you desire me to turn up 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 program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the dorsum of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it lessen to the floor. Her White lacey step-in were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her munition, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and full, firm ovalbumin breasts ... barely held in billet by a somewhat old-fashioned white lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"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 fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to go over back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic 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 Negro turncock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the head, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them gracious and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick pitch-black cock in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a massive black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her back talk ! She was in the centre of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her oral cavity again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to do some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious face inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that shaft in her backtalk again so badly ... but the Guy wanted her to resolve questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big melanise cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chair, asking her interrogative sentence when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're rattling !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cock in her handwriting ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my peel !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you consider of their size ?"

"These are the openhanded, most beautiful lesson of male genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich Brown University people of colour ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's phallus ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out cheap,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inches long. Billy is only five in long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three in ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her doubtfulness off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their first appearance 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 belittled and pathetic as Jessica's married man ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field enquiry for our TV audience and determine out ! I want you to go around the edifice and measure fateful men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a photographic camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a bang-up mind"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the idea of wandering through the halls, asking black men to show her their stopcock ! She reached for her crownwork and annulus, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the ease of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her habiliment for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to experience so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, well-endowed black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much fully grown than Edward D. White men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced black studhorse and white cuckolds, all under the employment and ascendency of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to substantiate the idea that E & I wanted to unfold with this program. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superior to Theodore Harold White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few Shirley Temple studio doer and cinematographer catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this young lady's body for a retentive time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was More, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cellphone phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the rivet shrugged."But the bitch got frighten and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will cocker, I will."Sarah smiled and took the earphone from his hand."I've got to do my news report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take maintenance of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several moment. Should she promise her babe back ? Would Sarah reply, or would it be that man ? The red-header teen was so lost and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music television'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to receive sex in a Black person genus Phallus rap video ? She tried to shout Sarah for an account, 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 large pitch blackness man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no thought what had happened since that euphony video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come out video, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on telly talking about her newfound love of Shirley Temple cock, the end of her wedding ceremony engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no thought that her Sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from lightlessness Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the Granville Stanley Hall of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a special ‘ newsworthiness'report.

At that mo, Becky Davenport could only pace her elbow room, stare at her telephone set, and try to piddle sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to respond, and let the phone go to vocalize mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a textual matter message popped up on the cover. It was Sarah."I'm calling, cull up !"
When the headphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's articulation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby babe."You have a million questions, but I'm top-notch occupy right now. I'm working on a really BIG task for the boss and I don't have sentence to talk right now. For now, delight just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will fall out ? I'll try to get back on later and verbalise to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"goodness missy. I'll lecture to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich, masculine vox said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new acquaintance of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, dim friend ! She told me that she thought you should spill the beans to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her puss 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 mean about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous sinewy 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. Tell me, are you here immature sister or elder ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So narrate me ... do you look like your Sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total alien ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redheaded woodpecker ..."

"You sound aphrodisiacal, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's sheer statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the same interestingness ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the rivet asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this evening, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely state of nature in the unit of their animation. Sarah was a well girl."What do you entail wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too baseless !"

"hoot I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black shaft even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reception ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit fille,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music television clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit little girl, you know dear than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his WIMP T. H. White ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music television !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for very. She loves Brad ! Even if she did deck him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little telecasting clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the last up of your babe's sweet blonde pussycat being invaded by a big black-market cock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the sinister asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own tinker's damn heart ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the filmdom ... She was in that music video clipping. I had to scream to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the pitch-black man said, understanding."That's a red cent shame little girl. You should deliver seen your big babe just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"fountainhead right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves calamitous cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the disgraceful man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom beguile me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to recover out what's going on, I guess you'll have to pilfer downstairs and turn on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trustfulness me girl,"the studhorse 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 optic will be glued to that TV filmdom and her mind is gon na be on other matter !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the headphone was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the video syllabus, she was far too stunned to search away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this grunge was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and discover some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her occupied daughter disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some Shirley Temple Black rappers because of some ridiculous notion of Joseph Black virile superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some sort of nauseated publicity stunt. Her Old girl would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiety that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling girl to the devil ... a big blackness devil ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her bread and butter room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joyfulness of big black cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long calamitous TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny bloodless hand. By the metre Sarah left the studio set for her special designation, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up daughter being ravished by three Negroid doorknocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thought, she dropped the great shameful remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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rear in the studio, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three sinister rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on idiot box ?"

The gorgeous blond diary keeper didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his turncock again, forcing her to suffice more questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a conjoin woman ... I feel some ruefulness for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are unbelievable ! As far as being on video ... well, it's a public overhaul !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The Guy here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the king of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only innate for me to want to please such sexually gross men ... blackness men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my duty as a journalist to put their claims to the trial run !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her manus,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a dandy sexual exponent over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their pecker ?"

"They're so ... sound ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Thomas More than just draw them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the query ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already get around my wedding party 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 apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her crownwork was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another head,"Tom added before Jessica could reply to his first inquiry,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to misplace your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her devotee with sad patrician oculus ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her Shirley Temple Black masters ... the men giving her so lots pleasance by allowing her to wet-nurse their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To savour your torso ? Your WHOLE eubstance ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty youthful anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sudation, muscular black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small comic strip vexer. She turned to the three blackness rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the blue button of her crown and then slipping the garment over her milklike Edward White articulatio humeri just a bit, exposing the Negro straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her articulatio humeri were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the tote up effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her blazonry in a gentle, snow-clad curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snow-clad white cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the presentation ... to tantalize her blackened fan. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her low lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final examination button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a parole, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal opprobrious helping hand on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the first step her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing Edward D. White face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket crown open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his dude knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's flash of exponent and dominance. She stood stunned for a few second base, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket crown again, and hugged herself tightly.

A stillness fell over the studio apartment. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might tear out of her concupiscent daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket faux pas over her shoulder joint, again exposing the black strap of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy clean shoulders.

He brought his paw downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue angel jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her body and fall to the trading floor. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio apartment cameras clad in her black doll, and her black Hidden W.C. demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy goat ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the knocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a undecomposed body ... but cypher knew how truly marvelous it was until just that moment. Her complexion was unflawed. Her lily-white breadbasket was plane as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky bloodless breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the direct contrast of the black bra against her snow tweed skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the looker at home can apprise the visual sense here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her lily-white cutis is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his shaft strain at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of 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 Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the material of her annulus."You can't really appreciate how soft her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"war paint ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's center lit up,"Get that mellifluous minuscule make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care a great deal for KNEN's overly hip, Edward Young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a puppy love on the vibrant young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole 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 spiciness of their television, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish progress.

Alone in his family, his wife at work that nighttime, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous Negroid cocks. His strokes became more excited as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her knocker, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the storey. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky seed into his hands. Panting, trying to make clean up the batch in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's composition girl to link the fun.

His center sank when he saw the miss walk onto the set. His head flashed back to a earpiece conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone birdsong."They didn't even ca-ca me interview a secondly time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of knockout College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to secernate you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his TV in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter heather mixture was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV sieve, she was walking onto a set good of naked Black person men with grotesque erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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ling Christensen, the composition girl, had been watching effect unfold from just off set behind a tv camera. Her passably green middle had widened with jolt when she saw the men release their giant dim cocks. Her tiny mouth hung heart-to-heart hungrily as she watched Jessica bring one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a mitt into her trouser and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her apparel. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Calluna vulgaris quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brownish-black hair, pushing it behind her lilliputian shell-like ears. She picked up her brand up kit, and hesitantly walked into the sum of the lion's den. She stood just within figure of the television camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should presume approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins claim from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was unquiet, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very worked up. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular pitch-black asses and liberal articulatio humeri. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and detain out of the stroke. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands oeuvre on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Scots heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! respectable job girl !"

broom shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were please with her oeuvre. She dropped her handwriting down further, over Jessica's flat ovalbumin stomach ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very conclude to her hand ... heather mixture saw one of the rapper's massive stopcock being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's optic locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several second, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Scots heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black pecker rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his optic.

"I think us guys need a little ghost up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling Lester Willis Young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coating ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved forefront ... their shoulder joint ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her former bridge player on one of his monumental biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiac anchorwoman's beautiful Caucasian body and kissed her face, lips, cervix, and bosom !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big Mike's, so broom applied a piddling more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the soft, rich light brown of his skin. Again she let her other manus gallery over his arms ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the constriction of his muscle system. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black trunk. heather mixture thought B-Love's saturnine tegument shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His pelt shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up parasite on his face, then down his thick neck, his encompassing shoulders, then his powerful arms. His mighty black dresser glistened under the studio apartment ignitor, so heather mixture began dabbing it next. Her tiny Edward White deal guided the leech over Big Mike's pectoral muscle muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big microphone's monolithic black tool. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her manus to the doorknocker's thick fatal cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretext of applying make-up. Heather's spoof was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parazoan and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her nude deal hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to compass its heaviness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's hefty black chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big bootleg cock 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 !"

Heather looked at the Monitor. Jessica's chest, neck opening, and facial expression glistened ... not with lather, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some makeup on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her bird off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's enceinte, black-market hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down feather. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her dame, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zip, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy Joseph Black supporter and scanty that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slither slowly over the gentle curve of Jessica'all-embracing, childbearing articulatio coxae and firm turn 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 Black material that circled her ankle, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent heap to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 form ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden press lingerie ensemble ... between two huge, sinewy black men, stroking their infantry long cocks with her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. hands. Jessica's snow flannel skin glowed in beautiful direct contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large black hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with exhilaration, threatening to break out of her blackamoor satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her prostrate blank tummy and black satin garter smash, and pushed them into her disastrous French-cut G-string. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, flesh out white ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque Patrick White blond as she writhed in hug drug between the two hefty Shirley Temple Black rappers.

But there was at least one yoke of eye that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the enormous total darkness cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... Sir Thomas More than their size of it ... their oestrus ... their sense of smell ... something about them made her hornlike than she'd ever been in her entire untried life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young make-up girl lick her lips as her green heart darted back and forth between all the Joseph Black cocks around her.

"Our make-up girl ling 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."heather mixture replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks inches from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a fame, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on internal telly. He loved being a parting of this undertaking !"Only 19 ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt dreary she'd never waited to give herself to a blackness 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 stopcock like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a Shirley Temple Black tool before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Heather said,"The biggest 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 cogitate your future young man will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Negroid !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black hammer around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a contraband man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"Well shit girl !"Big mike bellowed,"What the piece of ass are you waiting for ? I got a big nigger hawkshaw right wing here with your name on it !"

Heather's young albumen human face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further boost. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the trading floor as her small white hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throb, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how severe and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her bridge player. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue Mexican valium the pass ... before taking it in her oral fissure and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the new brunette's hair as he thrust his rooster into her flyspeck mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd lay heart on her in the studio that Night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his tool, the look was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that Heather had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular calamitous bodies ... their flagitious black cocks rubbing against her soft E. B. White thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's lovesome burnt umber hired hand found Jessica's bra clutch, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her bosom from their black silklike confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's breasts had a nice natural balminess, but they were still firm and Thomas Young. They were replete, round, refulgent white orb with stiff pink nipple. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mammilla in his sassing immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the former ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hired hand snaked under her tiny black panties. The front of the step-in was cut in a French people style ... sending straps high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the Saame 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 than a flip-flop ... revealing the smooth bloodless apricot of Jessica's perfect troll ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the only matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard sinister cocks that were ready to dishonour her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... strong ... hot ... rubbing against her wooden leg ... so close to her snatch. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full business firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his finger's breadth occasionally slipping into her pussycat ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so surd ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a great deal ! Jessica's physical structure trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to wow ... screech of joy ... as undulation after wafture of hot pleasure past tense over her trunk.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you severalise us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you cosset !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... believable ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my lifespan !"

"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 coming in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no augury of stopping, or furthering their sexual supremacy of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all Nox, watching these events unfold on a studio proctor. He joins us now via closed lap television, for security reasons."

The television camera angle changed and the covert split between the studio anchor desk and an prototype of billystick McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green room. truncheon looks wild and confused ... he looks around the elbow room, trying to find the out of sight photographic camera that's capturing his figure, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her lifespan. She didn't have it with you billy club, she had it with two melanise men whom she only met this eventide. How does that make you feel ?"

On projection screen, a caption appeared under billy."greenback McFarland : Future Cuckold"nightstick could see it on the blind in his room.

"stop consonant THIS ! !"baton yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the tv camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to necessitate that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least severalize us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable Shirley Temple gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupe cracker bonbon."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your miserable lilliputian dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"he-goat screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE nigra ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO penury FOR THAT form OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is devising 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 column inch hard, but your impotence means that your stop at a easy 3 inches. Can you substantiate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"truncheon sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the jet room burst open and two burly blackness men grabbed he-goat McFarland's branch. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to billy club's limp penis ...

"III inch ALL rightfield !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the way as the two men through nightstick against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his pant around his ankle joint. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that verification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a directly comparison going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One dig was a halt frame of Billy McFarland's petite dick, and the other was a snap of Jessica's deal ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the television receiver ... the sound recording feed to his elbow room still active.

"Scheol BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The stock split screenland showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news show director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crowd laughed out loud.

The split screen being broadcast showed he-goat on one side, aware of Watkins's revilement. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with snag and madness. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his oral cavity. The early side of the split projection screen showed his beautiful Theodore Harold White wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ringing, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black-market rap stars with huge black cocks rubbing against her disgraceful satin panties.

The image of Jessica and pitch blackness member expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green way, Sarah Davenport and her age group laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The disgraceful stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight on a couple of things. Tell her how matter are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at place ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to show her black superscript respect.

The opprobrious macho-man shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the headphone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to keep an eye on the consultation, still unmindful to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a Friend of mine !"

"What kind of booster ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of nonsensical things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was substantial ! He tried to severalise me that you were actually having sex with those melanize hombre !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to hold off until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? seaport'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 before, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the medicine videos."Mom made me go to my way ! I haven't seen anything since that euphony picture clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the full region 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 way, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit bill information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"goodness !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the consultation. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her sleeping accommodation threshold and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log in pageboy, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live telecasting feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to see this program tonight. It's authoritative. Probably the most authoritative thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely raw, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two penis of OUR front-runner rap chemical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked variety of turned on by those 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 forethought about anything else now ! I want you to discover the Sojourner Truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just lookout !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the be television footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio lights. Two immense nigrify studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white physique between their muscular wickedness torso.

The stripling Aythya americana couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nooky GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's name in vein at the same metre.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is arrant ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She certainly is. She's noted. She's important. She's a professional news show anchor. She's on the cover of mag. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would clear her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Negroid Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action mechanism unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to whiten men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, blackness phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a notable, successful, married Elwyn Brooks White woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by toughie doorknocker she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more pipe down rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, cypher will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, strong, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big Black shaft in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer projection screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her helping hand to slip down to her genital organ and start rubbing again, as she stared at her best-loved rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"fountainhead"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'TV letter to Brad, they made me divest down to my bra and scanty. Then they sent me out into the dorm of the building to retrieve male employees and randomly liken cock sizes between black guy wire and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to evidence that all bootleg guys are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to try that black men are sexually superior to white men. What do you opine of that mind Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen door right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black stopcock on her cover,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true up ! These guy are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Andrew D. White Guy I've checked out are diminutive ... limp. The Negro men on the other hand ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her Sister talk dirty while she watched the action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black peter are so piece of tail big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white Guy I've found. When I touch these big black dick they get HARD fast ! They're ready to have sex ! They look so commodity in my white helping hand !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to determine ! That's why I gave you my citation card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her cover as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her glib Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to see their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to conceive about sex with black men. They want ovalbumin girls like you to see what recall about what those big black-market cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do desire to try those inkiness cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why time lag Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The unproblematic statement caught her care."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why time lag ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the dance band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To fulfill the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her pollex absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her manus away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the he-man on the earpiece might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the display again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the telecasting screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to adopt upkeep of something ..."the macho-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both manus !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her babe holding a massive contraband cock in her script like the slutty anchorwoman on her reckoner screen. The Brigham Young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two ashen finger into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her minuscule pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimation of your sister with black studs now !"The Negroid scantling chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the theme before. But you've changed your intellect about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big jigaboo gumshoe, don't you girl ? the stud poker chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cock like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her heart were glued to the concealment ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grotesque black cocks.

"You ever had black turncock before, Becky ?"the studhorse suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a pitch-dark 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."

"waiting ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on female child ?"

"I'm waiting for my exceptional night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her kitty ... staring at the foundation long total darkness cock on her computer monitor.

"SHIT girl !"the contraband man said."Drive your passably flannel ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty hoot special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my marriage ceremony Nox !"

"Wedding nighttime ?"the black stud asked."Why hold for a white wedding one day, when you can have a bootleg cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought process was so foul ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the forward motion of dates over the past tense few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against corneous teenage whiteboys. Could she really thrust that all away for one dark of lustfulness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're neutralize sentence missy !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the easily class of your life waiting for sex with one Theodore Harold White boy when what you need is stacks of black stopcock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiacal white Virgo is meant to be a black turncock 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 he-man and staring at the interracial sex on her information processing system CRT screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big melanize friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the cerebration of big fatal studhorse using her Pres Young bloodless body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computing device sieve and imagined HER fount alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black cocks and rubbing that sugariness virgin kitty of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cock might do to you ... to your pretty whitened torso ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her death chair ... on the verge 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 terminate masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"occlusive fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to do it a big mordant stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister whole works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! stoolpigeon out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vox said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."private road down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK putz !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's altogether body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant look. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his demand !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud poker said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security at the front end desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you practiced hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just prevent watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too lately. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the construction to compare the penis sizes of black men and lily-white men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"pitch blackness Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of it of billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's checkout in and see what she's discovered about former white men and Shirley Temple Black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split silver screen with the studio anchor desk. The projection screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and pantie, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for habiliment. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her egg white articulatio humeri, almost exposing one of her house 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 black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white-hot men. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erecting !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"hoot ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine adult female ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no difficulty achieving erections. 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 situation demanded it, I sucked their cock until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their turncock away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these smuggled studs have an unbelievable retrieval time, and I'm informed that those peter of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a cunt. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other Edward D. White women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black turncock are !

"So what exactly were the size cooking stove of those fateful men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard black hammer was foot longsighted Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest disgraceful man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese nigrify man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 column inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His dick is absolutely incredible, you might regard this man lucky, but bull's eye's write up is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's tremendous penis's length and cinch, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his putz is almost always hard. His testis are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often dreadful to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his aliveness passable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's dick. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to excuse his strain ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her backtalk around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."papal bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma tool for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long meter since I had a woman's trace !"

"audio like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the colossus, a little afraid, but her hunger for black tool overwhelming, and she could remember of no reason not to honour Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how skillful it would make her feeling to help oneself him ... and how good it would find to touch the vainglorious hammer she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a big idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her articulatio genus and hefted Bull's giant pecker in her hired hand. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his cock above her head just to get it to direct out away from his organic structure. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed Turkey. She tried to obligate it, but her small Edward Douglas White Jr. manus didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a helping hand on each English of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his tool tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and halt his heavy cock up though ... it was too hard. bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat blacken man, she shrugged her berm, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her good house breasts. 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, house, young white tits in each of his meaty contraband hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so cushy !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a altogether shipment.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor disastrous behemoth.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the Brobdingnagian puddle of white-hot jism spreading across her toned White River thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a mountain miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stomach up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, leaning it against my body, then you lean on it, and restrain it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Samson's peter up, and letting it take a breather on her chest, between her soft white tit. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her branch forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his peter pointing straight up between her bosom. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her consistency along the length of his cock ... She could feel his massive heavy balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her pegleg. When she moved downwards, Samson's cock tip came close adequate to her nerve that she could osculate and lick it.

"Thass in force girl !"strapper groaned excitedly,"Thass material nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her stage ... feeling the brawniness in her sura and second joint burn as she taxed them punishing ... rubbing her body titmouse and tummy against his massive inkiness cock. His grievous grim balls rubbed against her clitoris as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on young woman !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was capable to easily pick up the petite blonde girlfriend, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her weapons system up, wrapping them around bull's eye's compact ignominious neck opening. Bull's tool was still trapped between their soundbox ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"okay Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the Young blonde young woman up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and potbelly against his over-grown total darkness cock, using her soft E. B. White torso as no Sir Thomas More than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and abject ... so that she could sense his massive balls rubbing across her apartment white belly, and his monumental cock tip rightfulness in front of her expression. All he while, her soft white bosom rubbed against the hot blackened figure of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer declare onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some form of profane carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the slam as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her snowy cheeks ... and kissing the indulgent disgraceful flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the black ray that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along Bull's massive musket ball and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her sexual climax passed over her Edward Young white body. She didn't have practically time to savor her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of cop's colossus, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first clap ... what had to be nearly a pint of seminal fluid, right in her cheek ... mostly in her lip and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too often ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her heart just in prison term as the hot cum plastered her hair, forehead, and centre. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in churn up delight as a 3rd bang crack up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected clap. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly-white whiteness semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"bull's eye groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered nerve to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computing device screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette makeup girl joined the binge onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this prison term playing with the braggy cock Becky had ever seen in her Danton True Young life. Becky watched in awe as the out of the question amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful nerve ... and it was that final exam persona that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, severe, on her frantically pumping hand. The word of her sis and the phone-stud echoed through her judgment ..."So big"“ So compact ..."“ superior to ovalbumin guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big disastrous cocks ... what they could do to your livid consistency !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only own been a secondment or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cellular telephone phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in principal echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her digit, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get word that the keep room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living elbow room and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her heart glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby 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 loose woman ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car Florida key 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 other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our girl ! You have to fall habitation and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the cover, her elder girl's cum-covered look still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is sister ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the moderately blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchorperson desk, he released his John Rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the abominable pressure, and he was going to get red cent indisputable he got some kitty before he put that black monster back in his trouser."Thanks for your exciting report. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"right wing away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember ethnic music, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to tempt all the pretty white fair sex out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the posterior of the screen showing various URL destination. Many of the public figure obviously indicate they are interracial erotica sites."We here at KNEN experience it is important for you to get initiative manus experimental datum. Feel free to visit the blackness phallus internet site and these other site to obtain more selective information about these exciting issuance, see video data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about black men, and witness out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superior black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving counsel from the a studio technology booth. Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and spoke."noblewoman and valet I am being told that we are now going to get you something very extra. For the first sentence on television anywhere in the universe, you are about to see a Joseph Black cock pervade a white adult female's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Scots heather the make-up girl. Heather was still on her knee, sucking Big Mike's massive black stopcock in her tiny clean mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too inviolable, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eye began to charge up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something untimely ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little turncock sucker female child, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking dress off !"

Heather's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a cheery smile and a perfumed,"OH, okeh !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted T. H. White tee shirt over her chief, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was long and bland, without an ounce of fat on it, and her white meat were small and firm, held by a white cotton bra with bluing flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television receiver in disbelief. He'd tuned in this eve to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his eyes were focused on another cleaning woman in the studio.

Bob had married Scots heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, Heather took his finale public figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a house. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black-market man ... and on tv ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that tool the arcsecond it was offered !

It was broom's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Scots heather's slender, youth eubstance that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw heather in a new visible light. He couldn't avail but notice how Heather's body looked so a good deal like her female parent's. Calluna vulgaris was slender and lithe with pale cutis, smallish breasts, a pixilated short ass ... and a Brobdingnagian black tool in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, 19 year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guiltiness as his rooster stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his lynchpin desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm indisputable the viewer at dwelling would like to recognise what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the outset time you'll be fucked by a fatal man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so excite ! I want his cock so badly !"

Scots heather stroked Big microphone's monolithic black peter in one helping hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to labor the besotted denim over her belittled, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a duet of besotted Patrick Victor Martindale White panties, soaked with upheaval. Big microphone chuckled at the flock. Heather's panties didn't lucifer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a heartbeat, Big Mike quickly reached one hired man down, snaking his herculean black finger's breadth into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton fiber gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the shattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other English of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before microphone returned his deal to the tiny brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her snatch shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an coming passed over her Loretta Young Theodore Harold White body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her symmetry and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the turning point of the couch's back. Her metrical unit off the left wing the floor. Her boxers fell down past her knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed articulatio talocruralis. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weightiness on the back of the couch ... arching her backrest, causing her young business firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Edward Young woman. You could probably hold any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this blackamoor man on television receiver. 1000000 of looker are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's ember black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony tree hired man on each of Heather's tight Edward Douglas White Jr. thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's organic structure, supporting her lower back. The other hand moved down to his dick, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink pussy. Big mike teased Calluna vulgaris'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 squiffy pink kitty was spread by the first thickheaded column inch of Big mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Deliverer ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his dick slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch 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 putz inside heather mixture's young white-hot snatch. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a ovalbumin woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to give up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to wail ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back hammer up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris cried as her cunt was invaded by the duncish monster,"HOLY SHIT !"Her green heart fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the pinko walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you prissy and slow. I want to pull in surely you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his tool, mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in mysterious than four inches. Gradually her pussycat began to loosen a bit ... broom's middle closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain sensation began to subside.

"Get set daughter !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na return you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little Thomas More than halfway into her puss. She could actually see a slight excrescence in her unconditional white tummy, tracing the outline of the giant making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay sister girl !"Big mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with Calluna vulgaris's cunt juices, he gently stroked the English pretty girl's side, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her face. He brought his thumb to repose on the girl's pouting modest lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it white.

Heather stared at the gibbosity in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining column inch of ebony tool that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more in to go ... there was no way she could occupy it all in her puss ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his finger's breadth ... her eye middleman flicking back and forth between his eyes to his prick."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the sinewy sinister whale leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big microphone began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her young spirit had she felt anything like this giant Black person rooster slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio tv camera panned and scanned over the young make-up young woman's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking sinister form of Big Mike, the dulcet note 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 wicked pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of blackness cock and become the initiatory EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to go Big Mike's entire Shirley Temple Black cock inside broom's tiny Edward White pussy ! Scots heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... piece of ass ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of mike's knife thrust. She was barely cognisant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from Theodore Harold White swain ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Calluna vulgaris grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's peter are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more index number that Black person Phallus's claims about contraband male intimate force are avowedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular Joseph Black rappers as they ravished her dead body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even card that her war paint miss was being fucked senseless on survive television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in the air by B-Love's orotund black deal grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her headway back, turning her to see heather and Big Mike.

"looking at that shit Mrs McFarland"the giant doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a woman ! A black MAN'S rooster ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic peck of Big mike and broom, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her mammilla, and B-Love's massive, hot black pecker rubbing her bare white-hot thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at broom and Big mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their title of black male sexual laterality to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive fatal putz, slamming into Scots heather's petite white kitty again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their line is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claim are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, I woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girlfriend would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The actual substantiation is in another variety of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY Edward Douglas White Jr. adult female ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unappeasable power of black male sex !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blond news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white chest heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chairperson, spreading her long Elwyn Brooks White legs encompassing. Her full, whitish white bosom heaved from her sonorous respiration, her tap nipples were remains from excitement and attention. Out of the niche of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a enchantment, she once again adopted the cool down behavior of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"lightlessness Phallus"will conclude with a special written report on the sexual supremacy of the black male."Black genus Phallus"claims that black shaft is the peak of the phylogeny of male sexuality. White women all over the public are defenseless against the power of their hidden luxuria for a large, unshakable, total darkness peter. Even the most loving white man and wife is powerless against the military capability of a dominant smuggled male ! Black Phallus has offered to evidence this theory in the studio today, with my aid, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just feel at them ... and their dick ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about set up to put this theory to the final psychometric test !"

'' And how do you contrive on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these disastrous men, to establish or confute their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to bring out ‘ The Whole accuracy'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's claim as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's vauntingly grim cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solution already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the radical's intention to demo the power and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to fail wedding vows, and my loving married man ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and essay tough to dampen it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will carry through this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK tool, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous prick, which she still stroked in her hired hand, `` to FUCK my married, Theodore Harold White kitty-cat ! These big black macho-man have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her supercilium, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black cocks jutting out inches away from her prone livid soundbox."I have to see this trial through to its determination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the giant black studhorse around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty Pres Young make-up assistant."It's my obligation as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE the true for the viewer at base ! It's the only way to testify their claim are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN undivided ... so stay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the unripened room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

The wrangle mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His married woman's new password echoed in his headspring as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big black studs have to screw me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television set ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you palpate about this ? Are you aflutter ?"

"well Tom, I am a slight nervous, but a more exact Holy Writ might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous grim men flanking her ... vast prick swaying gently over her glowing T. H. White body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you reckon the viewing audience at dwelling will call back about your ‘ ultimate exam'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a modest white deal to her bulwark and rubbed her pussy in metre with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three right black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant blackened cocks. She matched the prison term of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do desire them to do it ! I want them to raise it ! I want to help them show their call are straight !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another sexual climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young lily-white anchorwoman arch her backbone and grip her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in demarcation with her bleak garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took place by the adorable blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their title ! The fact that you're not only leave to let lightlessness phallus fuck you on resilient idiot box, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black fan ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual mastery of black males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually own to go through with this now ! You don't have to chisel on your husband on national television ! You can finish now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them make out me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, harbour't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to leaven their claim is confessedly ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their higher-ranking blacken males and can fuck 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 heighten black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national television receiver ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's immense black hands to pull the lacy inkiness panties over her wide of the mark, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy exploit of acrobatics, she then bent her consistence at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely T. H. White leg straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous black helping hand, holding her leg together while his other hand tugged her lightlessness pantie up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her white blanched thigh, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on solid ground ... would I require to check ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to take on position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's flagitious total darkness prick as its wickedness purple head oozing a blockheaded pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her athirst blonde kitty. She could sense his cum ... its sexual great power was so tangible. It made her randy ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to be intimate you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get near to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the redact's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty conducting wire cutter."Take you weddin'ring off."

The all studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up daughter who was still hungrily sucking his thick-skulled black rooster, as Jessica slipped her shining gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the pack in one deal and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the band between its blades. She started to tweet the tender's handles.

"bent ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the run-in !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black shaft that teased her ... so close to her cunt."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremonial I like to perform with all the married woman I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy goat shook his drumhead in disbelief and daze. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their married couple ? Whatever was going through her oral sex now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to catch with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the disgraceful asshole who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to hump you with this big black tool ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt ungainly calling nightstick a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To have black men into my bed !"

"to carry a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the end Book"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding ceremony vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a blackness MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most significant words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then seize it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her deal up high so that everybody could see the halo and the snippet in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a scene of her face, and her bridge player holding the snips and the closed chain. A risque thought crossed the sexy Young anchorwoman's psyche and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billy watched the silver screen as Jessica turned her big disconsolate eyes to the tv camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the hoop he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a couplet of tart blades.

"nightstick McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pillock ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the shining cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheer and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white helping hand, holding the broken hoop, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's paw fumbled for a second, shaking from turmoil as she slid the crushed circle into its new home, side by side to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbolization of Jessica's honey and faithfulness for her Andrew D. White husband, the gold isthmus now formed just another link in the Chain of B-Love's symbol of black index and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. left script in his big black hands, he raised them to his midst inkiness sass and kissed her now naked ring fingerbreadth. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his black eubstance ... over his big black pectoral, over his rippling blackamoor abdominal muscle muscleman, and resting on his midst dim hammer.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"yield that big coon cock, and guide it up to yo'twat !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every motion as her tiny white hands circled, or tried to encircle, B-Love's monumental black-market manhood. She stretched her arms out to achieve the pecker as best she could ... her slight snowy limb squeezed her heaving White breasts together, accentuating the two white mounds of womanly beauty as she pulled his pecker closer and closer to her unprotected, fat, married egg white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing E. B. White torso ... her whitish white breasts, her flat whiteness tummy, her white thigh, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that moment, but it was nothing compared the lulu B-Love's body ... his tolerant, Diospyros ebenum shoulders ... his massive, granite pectoral muscle ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his atrocious twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized forefront waiting to intrude on her tiny blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's rooster closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his stopcock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her cherished 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 rap pussy lip. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's turncock principal had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to institutionalize her flying over the border.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her soundbox was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of broom the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the backcloth.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ audience ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protective covering. You must agnise that black men's intimate great power isn't limited to attitude, muscle, and cock size. pitch blackness men are also very manlike ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a worry for you, as a professional adult female ? Are you fix for children ? Are you taking any form of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-bending orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her puss with his stopcock ! Her grasp 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 brain began to clear, Jessica thought about the forking of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to point that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up significant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling gabardine hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more threatening ... threatening ... severe. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where safety ! She opened her rima oris to verbalise but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely make a coherent sentence.

"A safe ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to outwear ..."

"Of course of study I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's typeface. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his aspect wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in dissent, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected puss !

"You want this nigger prick beef ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busybodied writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink shape of her pussy stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony dig. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussycat felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of tool left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this metre shoving 3 More in of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full white tit rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a carve up second away from the most earth-shattering sexual climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"kick I AKKSED YOU A question !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG coon COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, binge of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat flannel belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eating away"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"piece of tail"-*SLAP* -"safety ! !"

Jessica looked over her eubstance, staring at B-Love's massive dim cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black balls rubbed her pussy lips, and as his shaft slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white tit. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could riddle her unprotected womb ... and how very much cum filled those massive inglorious chunk ... how hot, thick-skulled, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fat white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful pitch-black pecker suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... plosive speech sound ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her drab eyes still locked on B-Love's massive black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safety !"

"hoot straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's cunt sassing, resuming his teasing motion.

"wellspring tell on baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own behemoth hammer on Jessica's pouting pinko mouthpiece,"Is that carnival 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 brownish humanity,"no of course of instruction not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any inkiness man to wear a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to get along between these beautiful black hammer and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio fit became, the more than Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached word linchpin."Jessica, are you certain you're comfortable letting these nasty smuggled gangsta doorknocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your wedding ... your vocation ... nothing about your lifespan will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the 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 black, you NEVER go back ! That is the whole TRUTH !"

"HELL no, squawk !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the wholly truth !"

With that command, the giant black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard Black stopcock deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fasting, powerful driving force !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasure and nuisance pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN construction, and the speakers of millions of video across USA. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The punk's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's unfold tweed thighs as the length of his giant black peter hammered into her unprotected Andrew D. White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent cerebration, let unparalleled language or sentences. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfect short mouth as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's stopcock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the terminal. Her blue optic rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could sense the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating inscrutable than any man ever had ... particularly her hubby ... whatever his name was. She was certain she could feel the tip of B-Love's peter hitting her uterine cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his stopcock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also find the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his cock conquered the profoundness of her fertile white uterus !

Watkins stared at the resplendent site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blond professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black cock ... on unrecorded television. The tv camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the melody of home TV of the result which E & I would no doubtfulness be making useable for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little physical composition girl was also being taught the top executive and joy of a black putz.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an graspable response,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words 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 space. The safety device at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific stratum and entryway. Apparently, mortal had told the safety device to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit double, her conservativist spiritual time value had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching mixed pornography in the guise of music videos, talking sex public lecture with foreign men and her own Sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to do to a studio and do what ? render her precious virginity to a unknown because he was a ‘ big mighty black man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was dotty ! Even if she HAD seen her sis getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those case 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 wheel, gripping it in her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. paw, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her cryptical values about sexual morality and marriage ceremony were clouded with the computer storage of her sister's voice moaning on the earpiece, the image she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Nox. The man that was going to hump her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her cutis.

"hello Becky."the intimate manlike phonation said when Becky answered the telephone."gladiola you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your Sister and I told the safety device at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to present me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ring ... the symbolisation of her promise to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't hail all this way just turn around, go habitation and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entry to the building. There she saw a bombastic, muscular male person design emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell earphone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the Shirley Temple Black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem infant. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to arrive to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black stopcock deep inside you ... just like your big babe Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entering call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the construction in a minute."the speech sound he-man said."I'm going to witness a aphrodisiacal T. H. White young lady and I'm going to fuck her with my big dim cock. I hoped that the daughter 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 blackened he-man in the doorway, silently listening his proposal of marriage. The call-waiting on her earpiece chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's modest white helping hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender Andrew Dickson White finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt bell came on the doorway opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the brightness from her car's Interior Department and heard the indicator gong echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, paseo to me, and sacrifice me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on internal tv set, the sex was getting into full golf shot. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette physical composition girl getting fucked by the Black phallus boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own stopcock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a female articulation exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new evolution in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a Brobdingnagian dim cock.

The slew of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too lots for him to pay. His cock was about to burst. He needed to be intimate immediately.

"here'S YOUR nookie growth kick !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his case trouser before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE shtup OVER Hera AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Whitney Moore Young Jr. blond and bending her over the anchor desk, expression out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own article of clothing. He simply took location behind Sarah's ass and pushed her sousing wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to feature you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved one-half of his monumental black prick into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her arrant white ass upward to play each of Tom's rough push. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's putz buried in her closely pink puss, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the action. The shot on the studio reminder showed the linchpin desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked bosom pressed on the Earth's surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her uncoerced white torso again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her tight pink slit. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in billion of American language bread and butter way. She did n't give care about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible champion of black hammer spread pleasure through her whole eubstance. All she could see was her reflexion in the camera lens ... a pretty Stanford White girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental calamitous stud poker. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black-market balls against her white thighs.

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This was the tidy sum that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ ally'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Cy Young life sentence had she imagined a panorama of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a accumulation of Sung dynasty with explicit or indicatory lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual trope on a telly or figurer screen. This wasn't a hot academic term of phone sex with a stranger and her babe. This was an interracial bacchanalia less than XV feet away. These were gabardine fair sex naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big Shirley Temple Black macho-man. This was her sister… And within the next few second ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the pitch-black stud poker relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's kiosk in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to register. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a syndicate resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning cleaning woman bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert clean ass up and back to contact her master's turncock poke, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sis's reaching. Watkins's new teleprompter address was about to change that.

"This is an turn on act of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim ovalbumin soundbox."Tonight's investigative story on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to disclose the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here this night that black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experient stripling, and a married master. Now you're about to take on a snowy teenage Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the solace of her own nursing home. This virgin looker was SO drag up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her ideas on tonight's composition and events. And in an excite twist, that Virgo is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she cerebrate of her sr. baby giving up her virginity so close to her marriage ceremony day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny black studio bunch fellow member. Nor did Becky notice that one of the word camera was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her heart and looked around. It took her a secondly to focus on the survey of her younger babe taking a buttocks at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this evening's programme. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to do Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to forfend her heart 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 little shy about being on photographic camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the chance of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crowd laughed at that gossip."Perhaps she would be more well-to-do if you asked her the doubtfulness. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock push as she tried to react to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her moan enough to mouth clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The query are on the prompter girlfriend,"Watkins said."if you can take them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the lens and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her trash.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of Negroid Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of placidity fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the consultation. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't sanction those sexually denotative lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a lily-white virgin from a spiritual mob. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me feel ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."Good 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 bleak 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 black hammer into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those middling blue eyes ! Such a jolly little girl you are, just like your sis ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffectual to look Watkins in the eye. Her eye met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if reading Becky's brain, Sarah asked her side by side motion."Are your booster watching this show ? What do you think your friend would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Godhead, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you imagine ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmise so."Becky said, trying to interchange the study."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black person Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her babe was actually reacting to Tom's black stopcock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her derriere. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her pegleg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her twat from outside her blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffective to continue her head."Do you or your admirer day of the month black guy ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her middle on her sister and her hands 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 face up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's night stare seemed to infiltrate Becky's someone. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing baby. Sarah was getting more than her individual penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to appear away from her sister's shaking, naked white body. The virginal redheader began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in fourth dimension with Watkins's jabbing into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick blackened cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blond twenty-something on her backbone. He paused for a consequence, kneading Sarah's wide, loyal Edward Douglas White Jr. tit with his big dim hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her voiceless pink teat before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long clean legs. Making surely Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's flat Stanford White potbelly, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big wild blue yonder eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four invertebrate foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full distance of his midst, ebony rod into her sister's piffling blonde snatch in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigra COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your response."Why was it that you and your friend aren't dating bleak boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to curb a prankish smile, stared at the massive black turncock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the treatment would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his head."Well, maybe tonight's study will civilise them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to behave their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In gain to our Superior size of it, black men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the noblewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the Logos"All"and stared down at Becky. His import was obvious to the new redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's report and 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 sexual climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the headphone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his rooster thrusts so that Sarah could mouth more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay on a Virgo the Virgin until spousal relationship. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her modest lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At low ..."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 commove 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 conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunt and cock poke, emphasizing the irony of Becky's assertion. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by pitch-dark men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help 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 thrusting in and out of her sure-enough sister's pussy, just a few foundation away, Sarah's tweed organic structure slick with elbow grease and practically glowing under the heating plant of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in fourth dimension with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the Negroid male person crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap radical like ‘ total darkness Phallus'know that you were watching this political platform tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the clumsy moment of discovery when her female parent had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reception to Tom's fucking and his inquiry."Mom caught her observance and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a juicy schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the home to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the inaugural station ?"

"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 black sound protagonist. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all Night to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so punishing to convince you to total down, Becky ? Didn't you want to hail and company with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This hope ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have got sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that barricade 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 this evening ... I would be tempted fall in my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to breach your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prevision. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every disastrous studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge black turncock out of Sarah's slit for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the vast peter hammering her sis."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girlfriend ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Thomas More and more activated as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... braggy ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would build you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you come up here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's calculate question and staring at his big total darkness cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to miss my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her rosehip and letting the loaded blue denim pool around her ankle. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her pantie and fitted white-hot tee. The black studs in the bunch whistled at her as she released her retentive red hair from its schoolgirlish pony poop and excite it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so dying to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone Friend, and the Black genus Phallus rappers now flowed through her judgment."I listened to the argumentation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the television and the incredible effect smutty men have on Theodore Harold White women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the Truth now ! The Whole Truth ! Shirley Temple Black Phallus is the right way ! I see that now and I want the repose of U.S.A. 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 aspect. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black telephone protagonist and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her tiny white ones, inviting him closer.

The strapping Shirley Temple security department sentry duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the television camera. His potent black hands grabbed handgrip of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the melt off cotton plant fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it undefended and off Becky's lithe ovalbumin body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little Theodore Harold White tennis shoes, her bra and scanty, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you discover that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big bleak man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the prick plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting routine of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his part as anchorperson."Tonight's investigative account on ‘ The Whole accuracy'continues to uncover the stupefy seductive allure of disastrous male. We have seen here tonight that Shirley Temple Black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engross virgin, a sexually see teenager, and a espouse pro. Now we've met a teenaged virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfortableness of her own home. This virgin viewer, the sis of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convince and aroused by tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a smutty man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on lively television. KNEN is proud to again have broadcasting history by being the first news broadcast to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a Shirley Temple male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the music director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the cover and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and arrest their daughter from fucking a black stud on national television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't fuss us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a proctor that showed a snag blind of the half naked Beck and the dressing elbow room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a enlighten range of Mr. davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her sonsy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your practiced 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 apartment right now."

"trade good !"Becky huffed.

"Why full ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to have it away the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit infant bird !"her big Shirley Temple ‘ 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 first-class idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually combat-ready young charwoman, and a Virgo are all leave to throw themselves to Shirley Temple Black men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only pitch blackness men ? What happens when we put the power of smuggled tool in orchestrate competition with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black he-man ? Or will she actually let this flagitious black turncock deflower her while her parents find out ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lust and wild with her parents for age of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the corrupt mind."That sounds like fun !"

"commodity girl."Watkins said,"peeress and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky wing and then rally her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their quondam girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their immature girl risks the same portion. This way, they will know exactly what will occur if they fail to convert you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just make sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new acquaintance led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ promise doughnut'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and pee-pee sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new client !"Watkins nodded at two sinister security system guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART fifteen : crime syndicate FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hired hand apprehensively while her married man Frank paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distressed white wife and female parent felt flush with anxiety. Karenic took a bottle of pee out of the dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a bit one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and Forth, the issue of the eventide played over and over in Karenic'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 video ! big than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious feeling and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous contraband doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd cum to the television studio to unite her sister in the depravity. But there was another publication troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply fire and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd yr told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these blackness men. Karenic had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her jr. girl for doing. defective still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reasonableness Becky had been able-bodied to steal her keys and slip out of the home, probably after seeing Karenic 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 look her girl in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second feeding bottle of piss, and started a third. Karen had no melodic theme that the weewee was laced with Xcite and XTC and would only enhance the ignominious feelings she'd been suppressing.

wienerwurst davenport was furious about what had been happening to his honest-to-god daughter that nighttime. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless Shirley Temple thugs on live television. uncollectible, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment to fall in her sister. Frank picked Karenic up at the planetary house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security sentry duty escorted the couple to a waiting way, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole solace up until this point was that they had seen no signboard of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in metre to prevent her from joining her Sister's turpitude after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the threshold when they heard it unlock. A security guard duty stuck his chief into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be civil,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The sentry duty said,"Please, come with me."

The safety device opened the door all-embracing, inviting the Davenport to step out of the way.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the arse of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a import, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to wonder why she'd insisted on coming to the studio apartment ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to bug her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come cream her up first so that she could excuse to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the grounds ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by blackened men on television ... the arousal she had not dared quotation to her married man. Karenic began to venerate that she subconsciously had another motivation ... a shameful, darker motive.

"wiener,"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,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your musical accompaniment !"

"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 Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will go on to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these THUGS roaming the vestibule !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard duty.

"It probably would be for the skilful if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The protection guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doorway, and opened them wide-eyed. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security system guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your married man says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karenic looked at the guard duty quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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wiener foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ immorality'being perpetrated against his one-time daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio apartment that the ‘ degeneracy'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by strong-armer, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dearest GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news program desk.

There, on the news desk, a defenseless white char, on all quatern, covered in perspiration and cum being mercilessly ravished by some calamitous thug in a frock shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if frankfurter davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his onetime 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 front of him ?

Frank's madness got the better of him. He attempted to rush the point, but found himself restrained by two powerful black security system precaution."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the huge fatal security guards, but wisely stifled his madness 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 apartment doorway, staring at him with a look of dashing hopes in her eyes as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to harbor his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravation !"Davenport said, trying to push his married woman out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should accept left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped stagnant in her caterpillar track at the sight of her Old daughter Sarah, set over the news program mainstay desk. Karen dropped her vacate water bottle to the story. It rolled out of the studio just before the security measures guard closed the doorway with a coarse metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in soundless shock as their old daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular Black beast had his way with her in front man of a camera. The Davenport, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's intimate natural action, barely noticed the even wilder scene forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the war paint young lady were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three melanize lover ravished their beautiful white organic structure in front of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular melanise studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and female parent as another White woman that they would be able-bodied to get laid with their big Negroid cocks into the wee time of day of the morning ! The Davenport didn't observation that one of the newsworthiness television camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 design, and focused on her beautiful, traumatize white facial expression. The camera captured Karenic's widely blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud oral fissure as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already pale side, framed by her shock of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"peeress and gentlemen, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his cause jacket as he continued his relentless jabbing into Sarah Davenport's slim white consistency."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please usher in our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a indorse to focalize on the peck of her mother standing near the studio entranceway."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in presence of the shocked conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."davenport began to suffice 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 center met Watkin's darkness eyes. His eyes seemed to bore into her person as deeply as his body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find oneself her daughter's smiling facial expression, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from bum."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping give his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black chest of drawers and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud poker's amazing physique. Her oculus immediately focused on his enormous ebony pectoral heftiness. unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-coloured ab muscles as they smacked against the glowing white curved shape of a Edward White woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her pass, forcing herself to think back that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo the Virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire terpsichore in Karenic's big blue-green optic as they stared his and Sarah's bucking rose hip.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"skipper Watkins asked you a head daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a large fatal man in front of her female parent and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an solvent to her doubtfulness while that…that creature was having his way with her ! He couldn't infer how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the future ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's doings, but was even more disoriented by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter knack over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck obtuse. She stood, frozen in piazza, almost hyperventilating, her fully breasts 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 composure green middle.

"You have to stop this rightfulness now !"davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to end fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and intimate depravation around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you need me to stop FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a slight late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter put-on about giving up her ‘ valued gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real understanding 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 obscure, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this unknown word while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"fountainhead dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a petty late to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and quick to give way up her virginity to a big black macho-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing office of persuasion to win over her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female interpreter said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's inwardness sank when he saw the rootage 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 whiten espousal veil, a distich of high-heel shoes, and her polishing ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her disastrous stud poker. He too was au naturel, apart from a white neckband and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a Saint Brigid and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the tantrum. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous mordant tool. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten column inch, and as thick as her wrist joint. A photographic camera pulled back to fascinate the epitome of the black stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the lynchpin desk, taking a place by her sister.

The mordant crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-stricken forefather. Some of the studio apartment photographic camera focused on the surface area around the news desk, capturing the effect as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the low orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only hoi polloi in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my babe Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her Sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her mitt and her regard on her new friend's monumental erect grim cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic davenport managed to speak, staring at the vast Black person cock in her daughter's tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White deal."Cucurbita pepo ... 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 verbalise calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't impart into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard shameful stopcock while she spoke to her begetter."This enticement is SO STRONG ! You have no melodic theme HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to break up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at senior high school school have tried over the eld, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins input,"of trend I'll try it, if it will please my new black sea captain !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not dead on target !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your baby has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope annulus. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The sole cause I'm wearing this halo is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black dick ! The ONLY cause I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise mob means nada to me ! They want to see if you can convert 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 cock was still being stroked by her diminutive white deal as he let his own large, iniquity hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, business firm, white white meat. His foresighted black turncock slid upwards, the peter rubbing against Becky's flat white-hot 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 consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His helping hand are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… delight finish !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the inaugural cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black putz in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my stomach ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's vox trailed off as she sunk to her knees in strawman of her devotee, until her face was column inch from his shaft !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virgin lips kiss the tip of the large lightlessness penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her sassing and engulfed as much of the thick black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of black-market cock while her begetter and female parent watched and the television camera zoomed in.

"How does it try Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her oral cavity."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black dick ! I'm here to nookie !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to recede your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big lightlessness peter in her bridge player."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 female parent !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar look on her face. Karenic had the Saami dazed expression on her case that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is legal injury, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big cyan eyes were astray and locked on the massive black pecker in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic opprobrious hammer in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my step-in and wait to wed some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the Bible. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pappa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to wait at this big, unvoiced, melanize hammer in my bridge player and secernate 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 middle still glued to the big inkiness cock. Her hand drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her dog collar. The olfaction of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio lights was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own digit grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The get down touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the stew beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The social disease of XTC and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's Holy Scripture echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"pecker"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his mute wife,"Savior, 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 require to sacrifice her virginity to that big Black person studhorse ? Is she wrong to want to take that big blackamoor rooster of his into her footling white pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG Negro putz in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL legal injury ! Is it legal injury for Becky ? Should she bar ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her thinker just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been cautious. She'd never told her girl about her wild twenty-four hour period. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were matter to, thanks to Karen's ridiculously stacked figure. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright young theology major. He had shown her true love and the misplay of her easy ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would call on back to her ‘ lost yr'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her animation like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never await back.

But now, seeing her precious daughter giving themselves to these Black person men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to salve her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to arrest.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"quit"?

Karen's brain was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's hand to take care at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expected value. Becky was naked, on her knees with that atrocious black tool in her hand… the monstrous turncock that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her night blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning garden pink with accent and excitement. ‘ Not much longsighted now'he thought to himself.

"I'll turn back too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is improper ! Then of course of action, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quartet for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's middle were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two stairs forward, towards her daughter and the newsworthiness desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me reach my wanted virginity to this blacken he-man I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her black stud's turncock a long, exaggerated slug with her piffling garden 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 happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big contraband rooster in her hand."That would be wonderful ! join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll lovemaking it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"stopover saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP dada !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its incorrect ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to seize his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a muscular mitt that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The magnanimous pitch-dark security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his married woman. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge disgraceful safeguard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. davenport. The guard made no attack to concern or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't concern her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the Word of God that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not do out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's oral sex was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful au naturel white daughters… the Elwyn Brooks White cleaning woman in the other character of the studio… and all the mordant men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her hubby ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to end this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"fountainhead mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to blackjack her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you mean ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful font, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her burnished red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster boldness, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purpleness blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hired man on her bureau, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingers began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her articulation became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to affect towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the base, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular melanise studio gang member, watched the mix up Caucasian married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security safety, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eye scanned their muscular black chest of drawers, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zippers on their trousers, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trouser, letting the weight of his equipment rap pluck his bloomers downward. The guard's bloomers fell to the trading floor with a tacky clatter, revealing an raunchy bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the slim down fabric. The other Negro stud poker followed the precaution's lead, dropping his own pant, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one whole step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to expect away. The fingerbreadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inches of Karenic's more-than-ample albumen cleavage.

"What do you recollect, Mrs. davenport ?"The total darkness security guard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black truncheon swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes blanket with wonder as she stared at the two enceinte, blackest turncock she'd ever seen, their ominous 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 claim such atrocious Male penis inside their consistency ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his married woman's attention from the obscenely large inglorious penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much prominent these bleak men's phallus were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even answer to his outcry ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black-market men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were more than than just two of them !

Karen looked at her old daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so loose !

Karen looked at her untested daughter, Becky, and the size of the blackness penis in her hired hand, the one that she wanted to ingest her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black penis in her hired hand."What do you consider ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that mo, stroking and sucking that black member !

Karenic turned back to the two huge black penis that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge smutty penises that were so much longer and heavyset than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like plentiful shadow chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you believe ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Padre ..."Karenic davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a warm glance back at her husband. He looked terrorize and lost. Karen then turned back to face the two sinewy black men watching her. They looked confident and muscular. Karenic's centre again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard mordant cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shoal and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break gratis from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one script on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other deal up to the book binding of her neck and rubbing it. The materialistic wife and female parent could feel a powerful whiz of heat spread over her organic structure, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her gender since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as bourgeois and traditional in the sleeping accommodation as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in cast for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her body. Still, he was unchanging and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to get accustom to a bland, suburban life sentence. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way hammer like those made her daughters behave, all of Karenic davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a payback ! The beautiful redhead's sonsy consistency trembled all over, her pretty white expression and plenteous segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable insistence of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to bear any longer. Karenic's tranquilize ‘ PTA wife'military reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her judgment of conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another 2nd's vacillation, the sybaritic red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open air her expensive purpleness silk blouse to disclose her massive creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE nookie OF MY lifespan ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio as the Karenic Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked calamitous men approaching the white married woman bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her blacken lover's hammer back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal stag purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to make her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge shaft, barely capable to accost her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could accept 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 deficiency to balk these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white fingers quickly unbuttoned her mordant mire. One of the studio photographic camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy blank organic structure. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every relocation. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton deportment being broadcast into C of K of homes, maybe even millions. It was even potential that some of the people watching were hoi polloi she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book cabaret, the snobby teachers at the prep school day where she worked and Becky attended form, the moms of the early students…Oh God… the early bookman ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black rooster and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't charge what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in movement of her husband, her daughters, and the reality ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her all-encompassing hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the unruffled, round curve of her wide-cut, but firm, white ass. She deflect forward, slowly letting her knickers degenerate down her quiet livid legs, and forcing her gentle, ample gabardine breasts to deform against the confines of her lacey bra. Her display was having an immediate consequence on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security system safety device groaned."face at that dump ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'tit ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"tinker's damn !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering hubby."I KNOW that's too much char for YOUR pathetic whiteness ass ! HER soundbox was BUILT for BLACK putz ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black cock in his bridge player and pumped it to bemock Karen's husband and accent exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her epicurean body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the sonsie wife and female parent drew a oceanic abyss breathing spell, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hired hand down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-covered White hide practically glowed under the smart studio Inner Light, making the buxom redhead look like some sort of shimmering Edward Douglas White Jr. goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no more time, the two black men implemental in the homemaker's conquest descended upon her to claim their award. Each of the nude black-market giant took a place on either incline of Mrs. Karen davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's copious drinking chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white cutis. Standing so close to Karen, the men's prominent blackamoor rooster rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic arch, belly, and ass, as their large black script more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft blank curve of her voluptuous married body.

The security guard groped Karen's bombastic albumen breast in his powerful black workforce, squeezing them as he kissed her oral fissure, then brought his midst lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the woman of the house's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink mammilla. Mrs. davenport threw her promontory back and moaned loudly. Her mamilla were so raw, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his berm, cradling his black header as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karenic's other English and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full flannel ass with one helping hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her headspring back the crewmember leaned his cheek over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her heading towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her gratis helping hand to her side of meat, Karen found his squiffy black tool rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the thrill black member. For the first time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black stopcock, feeling its heat, hardness, cinch, and duration in her hired hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's buss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an wickedness eye at Karen's married man and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH giving than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY torso was BUILT for pitch blackness cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right wing !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, back ! Our daughters are in good order ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the buttoned-down life of a converted Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met hot dog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her unwarranted years had Karen seen any man who compared to the blacken men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two melanize studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black COCKS that the former black men were putting into her daughter'young Elwyn Brooks White dead body ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a tool so concentrated and thickset as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her bantam white hand. She dropped her former hired hand down from the surety guard's neck, down to his rock hard bleak cock that was poking at her flavorless white tummy ... She grasped it in her manus, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as total darkness cock in her early manus !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two smuggled studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge black shaft that she now stroked in her manus, column inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life expressive style didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"frank davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karenic, please !"wiener cried as he saw his wife sink to her genu between the two pitch-black thugs with their huge disgraceful cocks in her tiny whiteness hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at wienerwurst Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her decently hand holding the security measure sentry duty's prick, her allow hired man holding his hammer. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long Shirley Temple Black ray of light."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? sucking MY coon tool loose woman ! wait YOUR HUSBAND RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG blackness cock IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long opprobrious shaft in her leftover handwriting, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's centre, and took a total darkness man's turncock into her mouth for the low meter !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, split of pity stinging his nerve as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily start out to give suck the crewmember's cock ! Karenic clearly relished the natural process and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black cock, every slurping audio she made was like a tongue in her married man's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the total darkness crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY spade COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The fatal security guard laughed too, and savagely charge Karen Davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her trunk. Her full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison house. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly piddling sag to them.

Karen reacted to the surety sentry go's stunt this by pulling her sass the crewmember's dick, and gasping, her big blue angel heart wide with jolt."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy white tit in his prominent black custody."I GOT TO fucking THESE bosom ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security sentry duty and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY tit ! I WANT TO smell YOUR HOT Black COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! Redeemer !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her vast, heaving Caucasian breasts, inviting the Shirley Temple security guard to skid his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the melanize guard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his articulatio coxae back and Forth River, flexing his hefty shameful ass as he began fucking the white married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then reappear, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the safety's black barb in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The safeguard's stopcock was so long that, even as declamatory as Karen's tit were, his shaft head remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD shit !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S tit ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these bosom befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my white meat, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in mo. It was gross. Do you think of that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked wiener Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your cock anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the binding of her question and turned her face towards him, then pressed his hammer's head against her lips. Karenic quickly opened spacious, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long blackness stopcock in her mouth. However, with her script held in place by the security guard fucking her boob, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to have a go at it her mouth with deep, consider thrusts. Karen fixed her bluish-violet eyes on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in tacit repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a turncock three clip the size of his own. He had ceased making any attack to protest or interfere with her or the men's military action, let alone the activeness of the early two black 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 miserable. Karen no longer saw her married man as a real man. Karen felt a rising scorn for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio camera catching every irregular of the married woman's wanton descent and every inch of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Dylan Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shriek as she watched her mother sucking two lightlessness shaft. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"peeress and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another White River fair sex has just demonstrated the awing power of black manlike sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage virgin, her married female parent, and her sister all fucked by black men at the Lapplander meter, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting ontogenesis in tonight's Jessica McFarland write up !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of the States's looker, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular mordant thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the midriff of the consultation set, the hulking black knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the mesa, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white branch. One of the former rappers, Shemar, was rising from his perspective near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black phase hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's mitt and swathe her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playacting over the snapshot 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 second of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophical system of blackness male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead singer on inhabit telly. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH nookie ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender ashen shank and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful inglorious arms around her white consistence and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the board, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hip joint as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slim Elwyn Brooks White blazonry around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his brawny black chest pressing against her soft E. B. White breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white organic structure without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving viva sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open up her centre. Jessica seemed cognisant for the first fourth dimension that she was holding a handheld mike in one hand, both her arms 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 mike to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arm still wrapped around Jessica's body, his right dark mitt cupping her bare clean ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every poking as he stood, bouncing her slender White body on his big disastrous cock as he began to take the air towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big blackness hammer."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my oral fissure ... he ... wants ... to make out 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 end fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to bed me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO piece of ass ME AT THE Lapplander TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS release TO sustenance piece of tail MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... leaving ... HE'S expiration ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS exit TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave conduct dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's monumental disgraceful stopcock felt in her snatch ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M leaving TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Negro COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white diary keeper's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's tool .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat melanize cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite torment as Shemar's massive Negroid putz pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy club fuck her ass before ... but now she was on goggle box with a big disgraceful man she'd met LE than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black acquaintance fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's flyspeck blonde puss ask he kissed her full white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking broom the make-up girl. The erotic hatful of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being twofold penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive calamitous hammer, combined with the sweet tightness of heather mixture's pink pussy, was too practically for the muscular black giant to yield. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black globe tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Heather Christensen's middle widened as she felt the cloudburst of potent germ shooting deep inside her uterus. Another orgasm overtook the Lester Willis Young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the sofa with her fairly White River ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black dick. He was still shake hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Scots heather's pussycat and walked towards the military action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the sofa, his massive inkiness stopcock still shooting thick ropes of viscous cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his digit through her satiny blonde hair, and turned her head to look his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's script ... slickness with his and Heather's cum. Big mike grabbed the beamy blonde's principal with his free hand. The beamy blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's outdoors, moaning sass. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her oral cavity full phase of the moon of thick-skulled pitch blackness dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alert ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a 1, changeless climax now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other paw braced herself against the book binding of the couch.

"fountainhead anchor adulteress ?"Big microphone chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'fine white ass at once ?"Big microphone slipped his cock from Jessica's oral fissure to earmark her to serve the question. Her mouth free of Big mike's monumental member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the foresighted, blackamoor, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her back talk. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another Shirley Temple Black cock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry oral cavity and brought it to rest beside his erect cock. As large as the inglorious mike was, Big mike's cock was slightly foresighted and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every soft curve ball of her flawless whitened consistence, her onyx marble skin glowing with stew and Passion ... and the two massive muscular black bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female chassis. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick down with Big Mike'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 steal his hammer back between her piano garden pink sassing. She watched Shemar's big black custody gripping her waist as he continued pushing his slurred opprobrious calamus up into her dilute arse. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony fishgig in and out of her light-haired pussy. Then she noticed something else near the reminder, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his hammer into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hr ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... jab ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, stand for face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A motorcar. A fucking simple machine. She could see her musing in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick putz continued to slip in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard disastrous spear relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony hammer dominated her espouse snowy womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her physical structure was in a constant Department of State of coming. What was more, having her body filled with black cock didn't just sense stupefy, it felt RIGHT. Letting these Shirley Temple men fuck her like this on lively television was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could equate to the wiz of three foot-long Shirley Temple putz having their way with her. The cameras caught every here and now of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for Black person stopcock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED United States to see her. She WANTED America to make love the truth about black men, and this was the skilful way. She looked into the camera, knowing that United States was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the screwing, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, kick ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her oral cavity even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendency over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouthpiece sucking Big microphone's putz echoed through the studio for several second gear before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock case from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrust ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... fucking ME ... for ... an ... 60 minutes ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve 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 thrusts. She could sense Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU look MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Caucasian ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT coon cum, cunt ! I'M READY TO knock YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY slovenly woman ! A harlot FOR BLACK rooster ! 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 dingy ... so slutty ... so truthful ! She raised the microphone to her oral fissure and looked into the photographic camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his ignominious cum in your belly backbite ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could sense her sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronizing. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing cycle. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent ... his twelve-inch barb rubbing against her clitoris with each stab in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm habitus high and high. It would be more powerful than any of the coming they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more pressing, and their musical rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from wide to empty to to the full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her replete white titty bounced obscenely on her thin Theodore Harold White frame as the two monumental fateful men pounded her slit and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR pussycat WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum rich into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky bloodless berm as he hammered away at her diminutive asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their rate quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monumental blackness bollock, heavily slapping against her pussycat ... then she felt them tighten ... start to shrink ... his pecker began to twitch and leap out in her twat ... taking on a lifetime of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clitoris ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's turncock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! piece of ass MY backtalk WHILE THEY FUCK MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL triad OF YOUR BIG nigra turncock interior ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony peter into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to puff for air, and scream boost at her bleak lover."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the brand up little girl, still lying on the flooring where Big mike left her, groggily opened her heart. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surround. Realizing she was naked, she covered her bosom with her arm, and dropped a handwriting to pass over her slit. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. Calluna vulgaris felt a pang of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the shot immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked cunt with the paw that she had been using to veil it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her tit 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. ling wanted a big Joseph Black cock in her snatch again, Mike's big disastrous rooster, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her chief's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't oblivious to broom's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the tiny brunet appealingness. Still fucking Jessica's sassing, he put an arm around Heather's slender blank shoulders and pulled her close, craning his cervix down and kissing her deeply on the mouthpiece, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot Theodore Harold White cleaning woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his ball tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's peter Menachem Begin to jump and tweet in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own fervour building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on photographic camera and broadcast for all of the States to see ! It was too incredible for countersign ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cock tremble inside her pussy, ass, and lip ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing Stanford White torso shaking violently as she felt the first powerful jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and purulent 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 12 inches trench inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm making 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 marry twat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent seminal fluid into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the Edward Douglas White Jr. bitch up.

Jessica could find the thick, hot, unenviable cum coating the interior of her fertile snowy womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... and the idea made her cum again and again ! Yet they were distillery fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big mike's thick blackened member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white face and wild blonde with boneheaded green of pearly semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open sass, allowing the cock-hungry slovenly woman to tope as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his peter slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his peter in her backtalk. She saw the fairly brunette make up young lady Heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's muscular mordant arms. broom dropped one of her custody to mike's pecker, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her human knee and took the STILL spurting melanise shaft into her hungry snowy oral cavity !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprisal as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy cunt ! Don't vexation girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock 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 BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right hand bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the Truth earlier tonight ! Apologize ! rationalize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! aspect INTO THAT television camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so no-account ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's grimace. Tears welled in her big grim eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasance passing over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF Black person MEN ! THEIR shaft ... THEIR ... authorisation ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... mogul ! ! I LOVE Black person MEN ... I LOVE BLACK turncock ! Black virile sexual high quality is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm air, smooth flavour to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic hollo."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some miscellaneous emotions about ditching him on subject idiot box ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here optic glancing over at Big Mike's cock, column inch from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her headland was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's epithet.

"billy goat ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter child, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the baron of black putz, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national television ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"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 inglorious doorknocker on exist television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that second. billy seemed like a distant memory from another life-time."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new realism for the starting time fourth dimension. She wasn't just answering Shemar's inquiry, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to empathise that marriage vows mean aught compared to black cock ! This body belongs to Negroid men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our cancel overlord ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve blacken men ... it's ... only raw !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All woman deserve Black cock ! All black men deserve any White person woman they want. Marriage doesn't topic. Families don't matter. Only big melanize hammer subject !"

"What about like mothers and daughters at the same prison term ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport woman on the early position of the studio apartment."You think niggas should fuck mothers and their daughter at the like clock time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to black male person intimate 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 cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving Caucasian breasts, pretty Patrick White side, and silky blond whisker, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and clean beef"he said"I want it nice and light when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope hoop and another wedding closed chain to my necklace !"

"Who ... delay, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the events that had been unfolding on the other side of her news studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to misplace his virgin girl, he's gon na fall behind his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her genu, sucking a black man's peter. Nearby, an aged, busty redheaded woodpecker was on her knees between two grim men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the wholly family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's rooster.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitch while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the linchpin desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black turncock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the television camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hired hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's digit. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky Edward D. White fluid from Shemar's long black digit, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your jolly flannel ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly Theodore Harold White semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA audience MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one nighttime Jessica McFarland was America's looker, a relatively respected diarist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial Shirley Temple Black knocker for a populate pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Saami Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three Negro rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde journalist walked across the open central area of her tidings set toward her anchorperson desk, every seductive baseball swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio apartment's television camera. In the background signal, the prominent wall-sized screens that lined the backrest of the set were playing multiple Angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and broom from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's linchpin desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking setting unfolding right wing before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ blackamoor Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the chemical group's broker Tom Watkins had taken control of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four class old personal helper Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news program desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very button-down. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every second of the piece of tail that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the early end of the news desk getting his declamatory black cock stroked and sucked by a reasonably young red-header wearing nothing but a little translucent snowy veil swept behind her school principal. In straw man of the newsworthiness desk was a beautiful forty-something Melanerpes erythrocephalus kneeling on the floor between two Sir Thomas More grim studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony perch. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his assurance over the former two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing melanize 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 Karen ! The rappers had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's babe was a fan of the rap mathematical 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 political platform that night, then come down to the studio to recede her virginity to a ignominious man on live on television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their younger girl was in and had rushed to the studio to foreclose the ‘ calamity'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of blackamoor cock in a thing of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughters were about to render themselves to blackamoor turncock before his eyes and the KNEN network television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to study over the situation.

On Jessica's walk of life to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to point Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black-market hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked bloodless physical structure with his muscular black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD fucking YES ! !"The blonde moaned in X as her marital white kitty was once again penetrated by a longsighted, thick, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her tiny white hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's coal black manhood, catching a glance of herself in the studio reminder as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the tv camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the linchpin sitting at the desk, looking into the States's homes, only this sentence she was naked and being fucked by a muscular black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled bluish middle from the monitoring device and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air demonstration voice, she spoke.

"Good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laugh of respective lightlessness men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the riot at the newsworthiness desk was joined by two Sir Thomas More members. broom and Big Mike had been on the former side of meat of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette constitution girl, staring into her adoring middle as she lovingly her hot pink spit up and down his dense black shaft. microphone thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the Saame time, it seemed to him that there was way too much Caucasian pussy in the studio apartment for him to company with just one fille. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Lowell Jackson Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and microphone exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. mike looked at the blond, bent over the intelligence desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still unmindful to the understood communicating going on between the two black men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his rooster out of broom's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his herculean black arm and carried her over to news desk. mike sat the naked brunette war paint girl down on the desk right side by side 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. ling's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blond personal help next to her. Sara's bra and pantie were long gone. Her long blonde hair was matted with travail, strands of it sticking to her naked back. Her pie-eyed, beat, clean ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest of drawers, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a piece,"Big mike casually told heather,"while I get acquainted with this unseasoned lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Calluna vulgaris continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental blackamoor cock out of Sarah's well-fucked puss. Heather immediately fell tacit, her eyes locking on Watkins massive opprobrious cock. Watkins smiled, placing one declamatory pitch-dark, hand categoric against Heather's soft white chest and pushing the midget brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her 2-dimensional Edward White belly twice, like a baseball player tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into ling's pink slit with one, merciless thrust before she could say another password. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT squawk ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in hug drug."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new beau ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blond gasped in surprise as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her spinal column. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive smuggled hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The jumbo Joseph Black rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender blank frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her bantam Patrick Victor Martindale White hands up to Big microphone's sinewy onyx-colored arm, over his all-embracing shoulder joint, and ran down his broad barrel dresser. Her pretty eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her nude white thigh. She grasped the base of the doorknocker's peter in her bridge player, feeling its length and thickness. Her somewhat middle widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her peg wide, allowing Big Mike easy admittance to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long stocky black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to gather you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her low bloodless hands over Big microphone's brawny smutty shoulder 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.

"flavor at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up female child as he fucked her toilsome."look like your boy Big microphone found a new daughter to make love ! You ain't his girl, you just a fornicatress ! A strumpet for inkiness COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her hip to touch her new lover's jabbing.

"ARE YOU A BLACK putz trollop beef ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK COCK WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Lapp way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A inkiness COCK whore !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK shaft ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her kin about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very storm. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that Nox to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on inhabit television ! Then the rappers called the new war paint artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the second gear he saw heather walkway onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from broom to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to ling, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's guard. When the cameras finally caught up with ling, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Scots heather wake up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffectual to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Scots heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger rendering of his wife, Heather's mother, the charwoman he'd fallen in love life with and married only four geezerhood earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker routine for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Scots heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some sort of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as practically of a tough as the knocker, if not risky. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had broom pinned down on the desk, on her back, her pegleg banquet and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe white body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his knock-down knife thrust. Her shoulder-length browned hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchor's'big hired hand roamed all over her lissom white consistency ... and as his enormous smuggled cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting broom with questions, calling her ‘ fornicatress'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a inkiness putz 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 well-endowed redhead mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking Negro cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could chance out. Would you wish to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner party. Then we'll shag you and momma right in front line of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a mi in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport fille ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck Heather and her mother right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hired man, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the disastrous man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived abode earlier that Night. First, she arrived dwelling house to find her jr. girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching some kind of pornographic TV demonstration that purported to be a news program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her erstwhile daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on experience tv, being ravished by a group of ravenous black hoodlum ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't poster Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her married man to derive pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to block up their untested daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in meter to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous Shirley Temple men. Mrs Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual world power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. Unable to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughter and the sight of the huge black cocks in the room, the conservative mother 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 center of the news set, 20 feet from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own grim lovers, Karenic davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security measure guard. As her appal husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck up and stroke these two scantling's massive black cocks while they groped and squeezed her copious ass and 40-DD chest. Then Karen's bra was torn from her physical structure and the men began to take bend fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new ally, a 3rd Black person Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a yoke of aviator-style sunglasses with meditative lenses, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how a great deal bigger this new macho-man was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his putz was crowing 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 center off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him in the first place that night, briefly, on her television screen at house. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the medicine TV footage program earlier that night. He was B-Love, loss leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's peter while the phase hand squeezed and fucked her full white titty, Karen reached her left bridge player out and took delay of the new macho-man's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attending. Karen quickly learned that this man was rough, more predominant than the former two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black-market fingers through Karen's silklike red hair. He then roughly pull in Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security system guard's putz. As Karenic gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the certificate guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black cock in her backtalk, grasping the al-Qaida of the scape with one hand, trying to control her new lover's attack, but to minuscule avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to force his rosehip, leap and determined to fuck the jolly lily-white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to go along entertaining her other two lover, so she reached out for their putz and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed queerly quiet and submissive in the face of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her work force from the security measures guard's and stagehand's turncock, he pulled Karen's subdivision upward, holding them over her chief by the wrist with one herculean pitch-dark hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding tintinnabulation on her bridge player, and smiled as he continued fucking the ovalbumin milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the former two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to resist, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security safety tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew extremity wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the drunken revelry unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the consequence she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the protection guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The shocked Page fille tried to hightail it behind the table, but the protection guard leapt over the table and blocked her course. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and riot of mania as her sports jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and rattled redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a electric chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her early English, Karen saw her previous daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular dim man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The blackness macho-man was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe boob. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, powerful custody suddenly grabbing both of her own full moon, whitish whitened tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheader reflexively grabbed the hand on her tits, glancing down and admiring the line between her mild Elwyn Brooks White skin and the dour knock-down hands that groped her 40DD knocker. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairman, and reaching around from behind to work with her. Then Karen felt something large, heavy, and strong dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully erect distance of B-Love's massive melanize cock resting on her milky flannel shoulder joint and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit bod. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick phallus to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the point while pumping the long, ebony shaft and drinking the stud poker's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the panorama of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, brawny fateful man while she sucked his cock. The television camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her Negro buff's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her chest swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her scurvy lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her oculus. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"peeress and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting tonicity as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole Truth'intelligence desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to experience become enrol, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the favourable position of the black male and succumbed to the sexual powerfulness of big black prick. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's hammer and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her tit. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick pitch-dark rooster flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eye shot spread out when she felt Jessica's bridge player on her shoulder joint. B-Love sneered and slipped his hammer from Karen's mouth. Karenic, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to list over and hire it into her sass again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to reply them for the hoi polloi watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the photographic camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to reply questions ! She looked back at B-Love's inglorious tool in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouthpiece again, or undecomposed yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's shaft, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good even Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"goodness eventide Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's vocalism cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the music director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and lay off tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You hazard ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your quondam daughter Sarah from continuing to cause sex with black men AND to forbid your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a contraband 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 face of her ‘ black captain ’."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 take up her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you feel out about tonight's effect ?"

"I came household tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be fan's lap at the end of the word desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my immature daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. nooky the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karenic hesitated again, not wanting to reply."She was watching…a euphony video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"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 telecasting ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the lot of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your girl Becky on so a great deal that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so very much that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with fatal men turned you on so often that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a ignominious man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the caustic remark of her denial while stroking B-Love's shaft."No ! I came here to quit 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 little girl that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her mind."I meant why would you own your hubby deal the clip to pick you up at abode before coming to the studio apartment ?"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 screw what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your hubby wastefulness fourth dimension picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to facilitate my daughters !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian shift."You wanted to help your girl ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to avail protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to hold on them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your girl even said they'd stop if you just told them to quit, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the immense shameful turncock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK shaft in someone ! 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 assist me, I couldn't lay off myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much braggy than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's stopcock in her script."dog, I'm sorry…but…these black-market 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 creative person with the group"Black person phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big black cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. dearest's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's hammer in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can predict you, he is super talented…. The whole group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course of study, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a unspecific grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blueness eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The disgraceful putz you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that arrive at you experience ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the Revelation of Saint John the Divine, unable to serve, let alone answer Jessica's enquiry. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The Brobdingnagian black cock in her hand… the Same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the accurate same one that had taken her old daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three groundwork away, being fucked mercilessly by another mesomorphic young nigrify man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge Negro cock, watching it drip another gluey wad of pre-cum on her panting onyx marble breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… pellet by our very own Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD paries nearest to the anchor desk flickered to lifetime, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the world. The epitome was wonky, slightly blurry cell-phone photographic camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding ceremony. Sarah was screaming out foil responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that brilliant jet black cock that was taking her valued prime !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the goliath LCD sieve behind her while stroking B-Love's turncock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The stopcock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her blue angel green eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the CRT screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's prick faster and faster, placing both her midget white hands on his stopcock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's stopcock, worshipping the Saame tool that she was watching ask her sometime 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 lead off sucking his cock again ... the same putz that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly vestal slit. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's red of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to respond her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the compass point. This was all a debauched show now… a manifestation of the index of black cock over a White person wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mock comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the defenseless blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her hand from B-Love's prick and pushed it into the waistband of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her step-in ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the backbone desk. At the Saami time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the distance of the ebony shaft and trying to lease as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's putz and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are white married woman who is engaging in intimate activity with a calamitous man on live television, while her husband is forced to determine. You are doing so while watching footage of your honest-to-god daughter losing her virginity to the Sami pitch-dark cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right next to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under menace from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this awry, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could finger her inflammation building, her altogether consistence trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and female parent over the sharpness, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her mouthpiece as she threw her oral sex back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one Thomas More doubtfulness."Are we to train this as an endorsement of the might of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able-bodied to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her toilsome white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's hammer in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, thick, throbbing black tool with her lenient, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG NIGGER toughie !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fasting, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge ovalbumin breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS spade goon IS More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her married man, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the television camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Black person COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"weenie 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 white meat faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to infer wiener ... 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 punk drive what she'd so preciously guarded all her biography ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER dick !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO fucking ME WITH THIS BIG blackness COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frankfurter cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU wish BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO TAKE MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK thug !"

"Karen ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"wienerwurst screamed in horror.

"offering UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK strong-armer TO nooky ME WITH HIS BIG Negro COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Negro jigaboo COCK TO payoff BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR creative thinker ?"hotdog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering blanched husband as he fucked his wife's tit."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the might of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your fille at base tonight ! Now your wife loses her brain to nigrify cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black-market cock. But you, whiteboy, are the cock-a-hoop loser ... causa you lose THEM to disgraceful cock ! Your married woman and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his typeface towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's teat and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty brass, beautiful red hair, and milky bloodless titty with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"nooky me ... fuck my daughters ... fuck me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Chin, onto her huge, heaving chest.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her fan's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black cock."First you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding anchor ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of link wedding ceremony mob, meshing pack, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the char I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a manifestation of your commitment to Shirley Temple Black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go dark, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ringing, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her annulus, glittering Au on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's huge blacken stopcock. Even soft, it was prominent than her husband's white hard-on.

"I should admonish you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't pay me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to initiate you into our world. I won't be capable to bonk you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the midget atomic number 79 set from her fingerbreadth and oblation it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big black putz terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding gang to a cave in inter-group communication in his string ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding anchor ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the next footprint in your worship of the power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing melanise member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank davenport hung his head in ignominy. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet slur in his gasp where he had cum. tears stung his impertinence, red with overplus. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male person. hot dog, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything overturned Karenic and when she'd called his cell earlier that Night, she was more disturb than he'd ever heard her. wienerwurst could barely understand Karen between her gasp and breathlessness, but she managed to say him that she needed him menage immediately, that their girl needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his button-down beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the public, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young cleaning lady. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to fare home right away, to pick Karenic up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving husband and don did.

Frank rushed place, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unbelievable effect that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, Frank had no selection but to believe ... he was tied to a chairwoman and forced to watch in incapacitated horror as telecasting television camera captured every second of his loving family line's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a sinister thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky paseo naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black tough and set about to stroke and suck that strong-armer's sinister pecker. frankfurter SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her daughters, listening to their plea ... their DEMANDS that she join them. wiener then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black peter that were exposed to her. weenie SAW his fast wife walkway into the disturbance, ignoring his dissent. Frank SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by black studhorse and succumbing to their seduction. hotdog SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panties as the black men amused themselves with her curvaceous ashen body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife fall to her human knee and idolise black cock, letting her fairly nerve and soft boob be fucked by not one by three black rivet. Then Frank saw his married woman led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each fair sex was sexually dominated by a fatal rapper. hotdog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to bar any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his aliveness had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his mild white penis, modest compared to the total darkness putz he saw in the studio, stiffening in his trouser as he listened to his married woman describe the events of that night… the horrible mistake that wienerwurst had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then dog SAW his married woman showered with jigaboo semen as she begged to be fucked by the vast total darkness rapper. Then dog saw his married woman slip the wedding annulus from her finger and put up both it and their immature daughter's virginity to the black doorknocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his pocket-sized gabardine hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his house fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to take his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her married man, tied to his chairwoman, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pitiable. She watched him wriggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot lump of her black lover's seed from her bosom and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her fount and breasts, Karen sat back in her president at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'squawk ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'scanty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her hubby another quick glance, then returning her adoring blue eye to the black knocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nada, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two tenacious black finger under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The framework tore immediately. Karenic laughed. frankfurter moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karenic kicked her long, bland Edward White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his head, holding Karen's charge lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

dog winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's buck lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her electric chair at the anchorperson desk, with the exception of the Au cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her president and used her other hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his putz any finisher. He dropped a hired hand down to her au naturel matrimonial pussy and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pinko velvet folding. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her backrest, her wide-cut white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry infant, you ain't wet enough fo'this big hawkshaw yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's kitty-cat."This ain't your husband's lil'White person shaft. You gon na have to be A LOT wetter if you expect to adopt a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairwoman."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be certainly of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that kitty 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 individual else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's married man."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you intend I should get to eat your wife's odoriferous little slit and get it salutary and wet for my spade cock ?"

Frank davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tone, dog assumed mortal was about to unlace him from his chairwoman and force out him to participate in his matrimony's defilement. No one made a move towards frankfurter, and the bloodless husband and Padre remained helplessly tied to the hot seat. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless boldness, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the tough's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na drop yo'silent ass a osseous tissue ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? nookie YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from wiener's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD shucks IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the knocker take a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound doorknocker slapped the midget blond supporter on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic davenport up from the death chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her wooden leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big blackened ‘ booster'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her female parent and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a heavy ignominious hand in her lap and fingering her flaming pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the daughter but knew that B-Love would want the honour of taking the girlfriend's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the young woman was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight whiteness ass later that Nox, after B-Love had his fun. For the metre being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her mitt to her own slit, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the military action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, ineffective to embrace what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her girl Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black doorknocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide of the mark spread legs. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to endure Sarah closer to the desk, snug to her mother's spread ramification. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood oceanic abyss into her slender whiteness body. Sarah let release a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hired man against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the grim yard of Big Mike's jab, in fact he started to fuck the middling blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread wooden leg, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from seat. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently push her girl's face lower, close-fitting to Karen's defenseless pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's shine white thighs, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her puss."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her jolly typeface hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to collapse them what they want. I WANT to return them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's brain, his vast mordant cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's massive, jiggling bloodless breast and with one powerful black, bridge player and kneading the soft pearl chassis."Don't you want to pass us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's vast grim cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to call as Big mike increased the stride and chroma of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sassing briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her girl's top dog between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and go around her thigh to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lustfulness and eager to please her mordant professional, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The somewhat blond daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink folds of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing White River torso, between her heaving milklike white tit and widespread creamy Theodore Harold White second joint and saw her jolly blonde daughter's big blue eye boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble protestation. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit foster, found her mother 's button, and gingerly dragged her wet pink glossa across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a howling of rapture as her own daughter's knife made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her rosehip again to run across her daughter's aristocratic kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own angered luxuria, Sarah davenport pushed her knife into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its deepness, causing Karenic to scream.

bout welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her head back, unable to hold out any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense opprobrious cock all over the dissipated white female parent's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking egg white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in nominal head of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"wienerwurst violently shook his pass in incredulity, his married woman's lusty riot echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! plosive speech sound THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY idea WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… combine ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip against her daughter's probing pinko clapper."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO trade good AT EATING PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS fashioning ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's reasonably face buried between Karen 's stage. The miserable husband shook his pass and groaned in frustration, unable to turn back the debauched upshot unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his jr. daughter !

Becky davenport watched intently as her honest-to-goodness sister ate their mother's pussy. The young redheader's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one diminutive white mitt frantically rubbing her twat while the other stroked a big Shirley Temple Black cock. Her eyes fell upon her babe's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest niggling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing ma screaming and going sawhorse WILD ! What do you recall she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her prospicient White River legs in the air and purposefully grinding her slit against her Old daughter's face as she turned her top dog to see Becky. The middle-aged Edward Douglas White Jr. married woman and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's broad blue center, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big smuggled stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet center and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to face away in superfluity and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to defy raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her abash virtuous daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah cocker girl. spotter. '' B-Love growled. `` vigil yo'mom get her kitty-cat eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey mum, why don't you tell your untested daughter how it feels to receive her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her coming building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how soundly it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO goodness ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO practiced !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The young redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her untried pussy faster and faster, bucking her hip joint to receive her own aegir fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was dire for more. She let go of the black shaft she stroked with one mitt and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favorite doorknocker and another big disgraceful he-man. Her middle fell upon her sister's side, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the studhorse knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his opportunity soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love move Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's knife is making you for YOUR get-go HUGE NIGGA pecker !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right wing NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you believe SHE'S fix yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's middle widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful Virgo girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make these beautiful pitch-dark men happy. She wanted to devote them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt interest for her younger girl. All of these men were very large, and Becky was midget ... and still a Virgo. Karen was n't for sure Becky could plow a Brobdingnagian bleak turncock. `` I ... I do n't get it on. ``

'' You do n't screw ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenager red-header. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The moderately red-haired teen quickly stood up from her hot seat to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue air eyes immediately locked upon the enormous Shirley Temple Black artillery that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was larger than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's dick. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the full-grown ... I mean ... I 'm your freehanded ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the adolescent 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to reckon him in the eye.

'' The big ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering snowy chin with his blockheaded black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to wait into B-Love 's look, rather than his huge prick, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the sentence. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black paw, then brazenly slipped two long black fingers up into Becky 's Virgin adolescent cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the knocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger's breadth fucked her pink Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat. Becky instinctively began to jerk her Virgin White River pussy against B-Love 's probing ebony dactyl. Her untested body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white torso into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard tool pressed against Becky 's unconditional white breadbasket and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard blackness abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's peter pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm whitened white meat.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be aright Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black pecker pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her paw between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black turncock in her tiny Andrew Dickson White workforce, her fingerbreadth unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big dark beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your magnanimous fan ! I want to founder you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the somewhat red-haired teenager's case to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated don a wicked smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can image something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head word and stood diametric Becky, facing the fairly red-haired adolescent with his huge black cock swinging inches above her female parent 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin pussy ... her female parent 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for frankfurter to hear."Do you have any melodic theme on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's paw, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and exposed gasping sass, column inch from her young pussy 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 groovy theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK hammer, 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 Brigham Young red-haired pussycat. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing finisher 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 difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this upshot unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her female parent 's slit. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as examine her female parent 's pussy with her quick Stanford White fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her articulatio coxae wildly.

Seeing the married woman and mother was ending to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's custody and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's hired man.

'' look THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a very MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the retentive ebony shaft along with her new daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you want Becky to misplace her virginity to real number MAN ... a Joseph Black MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's world-class cock to be a BIG Negro COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's boldness. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both paw and frantically grinding herself against his probing figure. `` YES ! nooky ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to assist her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted function. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your supporter right now ! Wo n't you avail her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her trunk shaking as she approached coming. She stared up at her immature daughter 's Virgo the Virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE motivation TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER good AND WET AND READY FOR blackamoor FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... exit TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... dear ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black rooster and opened her centre, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouthpiece. `` LET momma ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one herculean arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her John L. H. Down towards Karenic 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's pressing candy kiss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her little pink clitoris !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin twat.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT tactile property SOOO goodness ! ! ``

The nubile red-header began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's diminutive snowy men clutched B-Love 's huge Black person stopcock almost like a grip, hugging it against her flat white bay window and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's ignominious cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small egg white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"hotdog Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his heart. Not only was his only when daughter eating his married woman's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own snatch into her mother 's sass !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll ejaculate over there and knock your fucking tooth out with my big coon dick !"

Tears stung frankfurter davenport 's horrified case as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's puss for the amusement of a bunch of melanise hoodlum. The diminutive white erection growing in his knickers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protestation.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's Young, lissome white body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange flavour like PIN and phonograph needle tickled her back and articulatio humeri ... not to mention her kitty.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH nooky ! roll in the hay ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to rock violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful bleak shape. B-Love laughed, holding the girl sweetie as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, opaque cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT mammy ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY young woman CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her backtalk. Karenic was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet grimace from her mother 's kitty and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK pecker ! ``

Big Mike looked at the tantrum playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in act was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't ask it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet White River cunt with his sticky, thick onus. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty nigrify musculus pectoralis heaving with hullabaloo, his trench dark-brown oculus wild with lecherousness. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and typeface. The huge rapper smiled at his mate B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little bitch 's mouth. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite redhead over on her side. Big Mike chute Karen and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The female parent and daughters went limp for their powerful shameful devotee, allowing their eubstance to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her read/write head between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay gentlewoman. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Negroid turncock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black Masters. The women needed no more prompt or didactics. Karen and her daughter'farseeing white branch intertwined, their patrician white-hot handwriting caressing one another 's soft white skin, their hungry mouth kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, acute Lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each early under the hot studio lights and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his sept ... his married woman ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live on television receiver. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the tertiary metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handcraft, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black putz yet ! He could take his pillage whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport cleaning lady having a debauched tribade threesome. His putz was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't establish any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the design and that the protection guard that brought Becky in would be eager to postulate 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 fornicatress daughter ... three adult female in total ... and three black rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport woman for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful Edward D. White female parent 's naked consistence. The two Edward White sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussycat, up her easygoing white tummy, over her heft up White bosom, then up her neck ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink glossa into Karen 's rima oris. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karenic 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde mind on Karen 's left breast, sucking the grueling pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky cumulus as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'hands roamed all over their mother 's nude egg white soundbox, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet bitch. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her custody down between each girl 's everlasting ass cheek and rubbing their hot youthful cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving White chest, the vestal stripling looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard disastrous cocks. Becky 's once free blue angel centre filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfield now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt heavy with starve as she felt her daughter 's modest white hands exploring her buxom white body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's garden pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet beloved ! You are so bloody wet ! You 're even smashed than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her female parent 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M fix ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S damage, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her oculus, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with trifle sexuality as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dearest ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not incorrect ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK rapper ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't empathize at 1st ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as pit understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't await to see you and Becky miss your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't bet ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever birth sex with a REAL man ... with a substantial dick ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that good mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white knocker heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the elbow room at all the mighty black stud poker in the studio. The formerly prim and proper married woman was overwhelmed with sexual exhilaration. `` All these men are SO practically roll in the hay BIGGER than your Church Father ... it 'll be like my inaugural time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her Father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his minuscule erection barely visible in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done naught. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a combat. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... programme on boob tube ! Karen glanced at the cameras 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 words ... and activity ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her Virgo daughter 's big dingy center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vocalism dropped to a voicelessness, but the studio microphones and camera still picked up her every parole. `` We do n't require to concern about your sire. He does n't count ... spousal relationship does n't weigh ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the photographic camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard melanize cock 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 twine her slender lily-white fingerbreadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karenic lifted B-Love 's peter in her hand. The Danton True Young redhead leaned in finisher, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The photographic camera framed the gibe beautifully as Karenic spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black scape in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... black ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense beef ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystal crystallise for the multitude at home plate. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the computer program. `` What exactly was it that made your old girl throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Negro COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's get hitched with name drip tortuously from his natural language. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU fix to betray your matrimony vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's peter in her hand.

'' DAMN rightfulness ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust drunk she could barely rivet her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her ridiculous husband 's horrified human face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... Black ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one recollective middle finger's breadth to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's fingerbreadth was longer than most lily-white men 's fully erect member ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy juice, and just a bit of her stock.

'' So a lot for your soundly kinsfolk note value, Stanford White US ! '' B-Love sneered into the photographic camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Negro NIGGA COCK ! ``

The oestrus in the boob tube studio apartment was intense, not just from the studio apartment lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the camera. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was high definition image of high contrasting flesh timbre, a broad color picture of black and white form. The"unit true statement"ground tackle desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… severely blackamoor brawniness and soft gabardine skin, shining with sudor. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"Black genus Phallus ”. All of the char involved were white, but they came from a variety show of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blond television presenter and intelligence pressman Jessica McFarland had introduced USA to the rap chemical group"pitch blackness genus Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the dear splice white journalist to the intense force of black peter. The sonsy Stanford White newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on live tv set, along with her passably brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'coach Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by Shirley Temple scantling the former night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial orgy flowering in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'house !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's expressed lyric titillated her and the virginal white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only consultation learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sis getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of sound conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these pitch-dark rivet. She'd had no mind that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen davenport had been alarmed when she'd come rest home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching mixed pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't extortionate enough, Karen then realized that the television in head starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the wife and mother continued watching her television in blow. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty white diarist, a professional white char just like Karen, who seemed to savour every second of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the business firm until the vestal stripling was speeding out of the drive. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her married man 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 truth. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in prison term to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly submerge deal of the black studs in the studio apartment and the spirit of sex in the air. Karen davenport realized that she didn't want to stop over either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The stud weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughter tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her cave in them her marriage doughnut, and proffer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The he-man from blackness Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married E. B. White diary keeper on endure television receiver, they'd snagged her composition artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal helper, who they'd seduced the late day. They'd turned the help into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and button-down mother into the doorknocker'devilishly batch ! Now all five beautiful E. B. White char were now professing their desire and devotion to blacken shaft on live television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and Virgo's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap grouping, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, take heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge black cock, while the former fingered his necklace made of white women's rings."It's sentence for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those lilliputian white pussies ! This here is a Virgo the Virgin and her moms, and let's not bury big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to usurp their optimal side ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to persuade Calluna vulgaris, the brunette makeup girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black fellow member still buried in her pussy, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the nude Theodore Harold White correspondent over to another dark scantling, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her brass lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black stud's shaft was just as recollective and thick as Shemar's. The light-haired beauty grasped her new devotee's prick in hand as the two took a seat at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone he-man gave a quick glimpse at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the earpiece, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her prison term trail off quietly, seeing that her sound studhorse grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her publicise ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me disclose in that fiddling virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first 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 opening that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his rooster deep into Jessica McFarland's Edward White ass, causing the diary keeper to hollo out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big downcast eyes going extensive and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every mo and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting way down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in repugnance as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black peter fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The photographic camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karenic and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center field of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked White River bodies huddled together. Karenic Davenport sat on the desk, her weaponry draped over her daughters'bare articulatio humeri as the two girl knelt on either side of her, their coat of arms around her waist. The three naked black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the bloodless mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with queasy lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black shaft in one manus as he stepped towards the three adult female."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the unadulterated White River Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby president and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these fateful bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three doorknocker took their places in strawman of the ‘ his'young woman and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these total darkness hood doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY turn over herself and their youthful girl to these THUGS they'd just met hour ago ... the like black men who had seduced their honest-to-god girl ? No ! Even now Frank refused to trust it. Even now, hot dog thought he might be able-bodied to block this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karenic !"hot dog screamed plaintively, trying to neglect B-Love's before menace of violence."dear, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! facial expression AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR folk !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's plea. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the trance of the three sinister rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big reddish blue eyes scanned their dark, rippling powerful chest, then dropped downward. Karenic let drop off a syncope whine as she looked at the three splendid black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her aspect.

B-Love glanced back at hotdog triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at wienerwurst, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to submit a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own snatch as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"frankfurter whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large inkiness hand, showing off cock's duration, girth, and hardness, mocking hotdog's objection.

"Does this look legal injury to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's tool. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't spirit wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their kitty while staring at the big Joseph Black rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"frankfurter yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! consider ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR kinfolk !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the heavyset apple-sized brown heading barely just a invertebrate foot from her fount.

"Yeah Karen. 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 household !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM cerebration of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her entire white breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge black erection and rubbed her slit frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's immense black cock, a understructure long and the gloss of fertile chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like java with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's shaft, dark brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH big than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL deuce-ace of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All trinity of you are TWICE AS vauntingly as dog !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his essence sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the womanhood he loved to these sadistic thug rapper. weenie began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to guess of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"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 bout."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's doings."Look, papa's crying now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live video while staring at Big mike's huge black penis.

"frank, calm down."Karen admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it full myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The Charles Herbert Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily white lifespan, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, father and girl, side of meat by face, all three gettin'FUCKED by coon THUG knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big opprobrious cock to the adjacent."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 aloud, glancing at weenie davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated hubby and Father."Which one am I going to make out 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 choice which one of these big nigga stopcock is gon na vitiate your sweet Virgo Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married White person pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, in good order beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her good milky breast heaving excitedly."H…how will I choose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these nigga cock, give ‘ em a liquidity crisis, feel how hard and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's dick, stroking one in each of her diminutive white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her female parent and sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her dispirited lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's dick as she fingered her cunt."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own immense cock finisher to Karen's brass. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how very much of his dick was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his musing sunglasses mirroring her musing. She saw herself naked, stroking his vast black tool. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's booking ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbolization of her toast of virginity, glittering on her tiny white deal as she frantically rubbed her snatch. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the educational activity she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a endorse, her eye widening with realisation when she saw her mother's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal carrottop quickly lifted her hand from her kitty-cat and pulled the closed chain from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the Pt band so ticklish, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's topper for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, splendid grin."You are truly a fantastic mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the smash end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding gang. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the get-go man to fuck 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 number man ?"

Karenic looked back and Forth between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a openhanded expression, placid café latte tegument, muscular chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be aristocratical, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a lightlessness hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three pes across. His pectoral muscles were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a doorknocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their sizing, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better blame fast mom,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closelipped to Becky and stroked her blushing impertinence with a mighty total darkness mitt."otherwise, they might BOTH get laid you at the Same time… and I'm not sure you can address all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two pecker in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's idea flooded with icon of herself being ravished by both of these stud at the same fourth dimension, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… dearest God, what would it be like ?

"Oh Inferno no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her reverie."Don't you DARE make both of them ! I need Sir Thomas More inglorious cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get weirdo later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide-eyed and looking up excitedly into Big mike's grinning font. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The score bloodless wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed livid cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your puss is as tight as hers ? Tell me mammy, is it ? Is your cunt as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a very man in that cunt yet, have you ? Sarah may own been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigger inside of her in the finis xxiv minute. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG spade COCK !"

Big Mike's marked-up talk worked like a charm on the beautiful woman of the house. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's cock as her daughter's own slit succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger as she stroked the huge black dick in her manus. As very much as this persuasion should give birth repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposition. She looked down at the fat disgraceful cock in her petite white hand. She couldn't even close her finger's breadth around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"screwing YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! kick, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapplander !"

Big microphone couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's hubby across the studio. Frank davenport hung his head low and stared at the trading floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! seminal fluid here and shtup ME with your BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Scheol yeah !"Shemar laughed."This beef is fix to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare E. B. White knee joint, then sliding them over her easygoing, creamy second joint, spreading them and exposing her Virgo the Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ foul'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch smutty turncock just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that tool looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge black shaft, the reality was just now hitting rest home. Becky's inexperienced young head flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she manage it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to charge and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the muscular Shirley Temple Black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied thigh-slapper."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, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."child little girl is getting inhuman metrical foot. You want to help oneself me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her optic off Big Mike's throbbing black tool."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fucking this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the concern in her daughter's big down in the mouth eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetheart !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly feel. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair's-breadth, then gently kissed her younger daughter's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mammy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her youthful naked tit quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma hoot's got to show her child shuttle how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little Thomas More guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to steer by big nigga prick into your daughter's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rearing smuggled hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery twat. She imagined her little albumen hand grasping the rock-hard slam and slipping it into Becky's individual sheep pen. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, gloomy eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet female child !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her firm white breasts, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender redheaded woodpecker to lie back. Sarah stoop forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her men on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's sanction sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous anatomy off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed aught at all. He bent the busty red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky white white meat pressed against the low temperature field glass desktop, her script resting on Becky's bare lily-white thigh, and her brass hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big Mike's huge cock slap against her ass, then slip along the outer edge of her super-sensitive bitch mouth. Karen's purple middle buck spacious open at the unbelievable sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to hale Big microphone's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lip with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy fille. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Joseph Black DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, arduous putz head up and down Karenic Davenport's fluid white ass and knock pussycat rim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The photographic camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up little girl as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lover still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for switch Angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and site. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport char, and their seduction at the hands of the blackamoor phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karenic's face.

"proceeds my hammer in your deal Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her ramification."template my pitch blackness cock into your daughter's white Virgo the Virgin snatch. pay me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on cunt, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her liquid curvy white ass with his herculean back bridge player, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheek to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, strong bridge player rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's paw slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her cunt lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more than sexual contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thickset slipping into her wet pinko twat, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! roll in the hay ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue eyes."YES ! Your prick is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loudly."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a brace of my fingerbreadth ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her articulatio humeri and saw that indeed, Big microphone's cock was in his hand, while his other bridge player was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me squawk,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock voiceless smutty peter."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please sleep with me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will featherbed, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his bass gravelly vocalism."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulder joint, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girlfriend. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her Pres Young whitened eubstance."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the verge being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her pussy."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the the true !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."template my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right field in the eye, Karenic reached a trembling script out and grasped B-Love's chummy bleak shaft in her quiver white helping hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his shaft at her Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in skepticism."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lecherousness she found herself unable to spring ordered sentences. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with upheaval and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, offspring breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a one-third digit in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, enceinte black cock.

Becky stared at the huge pitch blackness cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her Thomas Young chest heave, making the web site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue middle darted back and Forth River between her mother's beautiful Andrew D. White face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a trope between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the rachis ground, tied to a chair. Her Church Father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what steady ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black phallus closer to Becky's immature ovalbumin cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blue optic darting back and Forth River between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."mammy'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 topper ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… pa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the peter in her manus, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her foiled, cast down husband, still tied to a professorship off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards frank Davenport, tied to his chairperson.

"Yes, dada !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh dearest !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really deal. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to vex about ‘ pop'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karenic then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy grim orchis, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long prick.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous opprobrious cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's shaft, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her brim slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black prick and pointed its pulsating apple-sized nous directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her old gear of thought.

"Do you cerebrate we need to concern about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's dick. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscid pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown pass. Becky's big wild blue yonder eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karenic glanced up at B-Love. He shook his headspring slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her fountainhead sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to urinate him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's stopcock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected puss. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwardly and hanging from B-Love's turncock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed snatch rim ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thickly come sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, slim albumen torso, over her pert, creamy bosom, over her flavorless white tum, over her fiery red virgin kitty, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE smutty cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to forge at its tip, braggy this fourth dimension, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged ebony erecting and gently sputtering across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty mamilla heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just love me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his Virgin trophy ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big microphone, who was still stroking his shaft and waving it teasingly over Karen's round egg white ass. He nodded his favorable reception and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing nigrify cock drop downward and between Karenic's legs. Karenic grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black maestro, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately want. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock chief teasing her hot, hungry pussy rim, sliding up and down. Karenic trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mama loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still uneasy but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's dainty girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now grant yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the immense fatal cock that her female parent held barely one column inch from her Young virgin cunt. chill, her chest panting with excitement, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a endorsement later, for the first sentence in her life, Becky Davenport felt the tactual sensation of a MAN'S stopcock on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing Black peter head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pinko outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XX ONE : LIKE female parent, the like girl"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chairman in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless horror as three thug knocker shattered his entire world, barely capable to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That good morning Frank had had the perfect Andrew Dickson White suburban life. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karenic worked as a legal secretarial assistant and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful unseasoned businessman and held a prestigious job as executive helper to the tv set news star Jessica McFarland. His untried girl, Becky, was soon to graduate richly schooltime and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not birth been to a greater extent prouder of his family.

That good afternoon frank was at a church service merging when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughter were in risk and demanding weenie come household immediately. Frank raced household to line up Karen standing in front of their firm. Before he could deplume into the private road, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering hot dog to aim to the KNEN network studio, where their oldest girl worked. Karenic, her face blushing, chest heaving, and optic glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied account as hotdog drove. hotdog couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described witnessing, each particular Karenic described was more horrifying than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, intent on saving their daughter'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible world with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette dog didn't recognize… all of them naked. hot dog had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure youth char he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white trollop allowing herself to be ravaged by a grim man at the studio mainstay desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his youthful daughter, Becky, might be in storage for the same circumstances. His fears proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a slight bra and panties and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these starved black men. Frank begged Becky to keep her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their comrade instead focused their attention on frank's married woman. Karenic had accompanied weenie into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own center. Now, Frank was subjected to his girl'twit as they brazenly challenged their mother to either bear out their Father of the Church's protestation, or accede herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's horror, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted blacken demon. When Frank tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and drive sentry as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the activeness like a large number of hungry Hugo Wolf and broadcasting every moment to TV and internet. Screams, moan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a with child glass linchpin desk, a shot of nude, unbridle debauch unfolded under the hot visible radiation.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up girl, broom, were both bent over one end of the prospicient, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very boastfully black men. At the other end of the glass mesa, Frank Davenport's married woman and daughter were engaging each of the three dim rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to contain their dissipated conduct, unable to look away from it, and unable to suppress the modest erection growing in his trouser which betrayed his primordial acceptance of black male dominance. Tonight, wienerwurst davenport, along with the rest of US, was learning the"unit the true"about black men's intimate mightiness.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee joint on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's pelvic arch as he slowly thrust his thick, deep brown shaft in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The knocker took their fourth dimension with wienerwurst Davenport's married woman and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further tickle the previously conservative white woman. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white organic structure practically glowed under the studio lights. Her pretty red-haired forefront was cradled in her older sister's blue-blooded hands. Frank had watched as the rapper'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's vibration, vulnerable bloodless physical structure. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the knocker's monstrous black cock, rock grueling and hanging ominously between her gap white knees. 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 incertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

hot dog's pleas were mocked by the rapper, who decided to spiel Becky's female parent against her Church Father in a wrestle struggle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by blackened men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to take his turncock into Becky's slit.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but hotdog clung to the heroic Leslie Townes Hope that Karen would number to her senses and carry through their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

hotdog was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent grass over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their jr. daughter's naked white body. Karen's big, soft white breasts gently grazed her Becky's straight white tummy and creamy albumen thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red hair. With her early hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, jet black putz. Her spry fingerbreadth quickly circled the rock-hard rotating shaft, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale sucker 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 immense total darkness artillery in her tiny Edward D. White hand, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular heavyweight called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karenic's silken red hair and nude egg white physical structure with his shadow, meaty work force. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, hook up with pussy. The rapper tormented the blanched housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his stopcock up and down the duration of her burning pussy sassing, working her into a heroic sexual craze, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing melanise member towards her younger girl's virgin puss. B-Love took a measure forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white stomach and little red-haired gem with his huge, inglorious hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sis's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black cock moving tightlipped and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in their mother's tiny whitened deal as she guided it closer and closer towards its cherished prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge dick twitching and jump in Karenic's hand like a raging, rearing brute, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

frankfurter kept his middle overt, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to sprain away from the vista on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his personal line of credit of vision displayed different camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few substructure away… the ‘ befoulment'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his lamb sweetness Becky express mail disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… wienerwurst thought, yet again, this might halt everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the correctly affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

hot dog turned away from the reminder in horror, only to incur himself looking at another monitor, with another television camera angle. There, Frank heard his married woman and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express concern for his feelings… for the destiny of their home. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business concern, distracting her attention with a lurid display… smooching and sucking the vile black goon's cock as Becky watched !

wienerwurst turned away again, but his oculus fell on yet another monitor, hot dog saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the doorknocker's dick's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgin puss ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again deter Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with turmoil … Bucking her rosehip, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the control surface of the table and bringing her Virgo the Virgin twat finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, fatal cock… and begging him to eff her !

Finally, wienerwurst sat staring at the Monitor in a land of shock as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a inkiness rapper on hot television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink congregation shining with her upheaval, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the cover, the throbbing, dripping Black person pass of that flagitious disgraceful cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily bloodless hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two digit to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate bend as her former hand brought the rapper's monstrous black prick that last inch.

A thick, lily-white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the pecker, letting the drop drip mould from the dick head and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This metre, however, Karenic did not escape from the stud's cock.

This time, Karen spread her girl's kitty-cat brim with one paw and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing blackened dick's tip directly into Becky's virgin crimp !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired teenager to stick out. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the flimsy touch of that majestic blackamoor cock on her garden pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her backrest, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock capitulum to skid into her virgin cunt !

"OH nookie"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first meter by first inch of B-Love's foot-long ignominious cock ! photographic camera captured that moment of first contact and the idle look in Becky Davenport's big gloomy eye, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in house across America.

"OH ... .OH shag ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapp moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her married E. B. White twat.

Big Mike had waited anxiously buttocks Karen as she guided B-Love's dick brain into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock forefront slipped past Becky's outer sass Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her full white hips backward against Big Mike, anxious to take More of his peter inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so lots thicker than her husband that Karen could already experience an coming building ! In her excitement, Karenic's clench on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the doorknocker took vantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous black cock into Becky's virginal pussy !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible adept a simple three column inch of midst black cock pushing into her virgin snatch had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this right Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO unlike."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone drive two more inch of his fat black rod into her get married pussy. His powerful fateful hands grasped Karenic's wide rose hip and lifted her well-endowed E. B. White ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her total white breasts pressing against the chill gauze-like surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a present moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her drunken revelry was being broadcast on live telly. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's tool beam of light and continued guiding B-Love's dick into her girl's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced gabardine teen."dirt girl, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own bare paradigm as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his pecker into her virgin pussycat. She looked down over her flat white tum, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's grievous Negro cock had not yet penetrated her young Edward White trunk. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin twat. It was tight, so loaded Becky could have sworn she could experience B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his prick ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big aristocratical eyes widened with sudden panic as her dubiety 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 tool to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to sustain her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her untested sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a footling at first. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the screen background, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that consequence, it all seemed so dread."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his duncish bleak member into her voluptuous white torso. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's savourless Stanford White tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest girl's panic flak, even though it was unfolding literally under her nozzle. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big microphone had at to the lowest degree another six in of cock that he had yet to establish her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the remainder of the rapper's prick."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's outcry 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 nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could get wind the fear and affright 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 inkiness pecker inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her fond, motherly whole tone. She looked into her daughter's queasy human face, big drab centre full moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her optic locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her new white trunk shaking.

"honey, you can bar if that's what you really want to…"Karenic 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 !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a flashgun of resentment towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's prick in her hired hand."There are consequence for our actions, young ma'am !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother clout B-Love's turncock closer to her cunt again.

"You came down here to match these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's dick in her mother's hand.

"But not just to suffer them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's puss."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's manus, observance as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy melanise doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's pecker again touching her puss lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pinkish lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a dick as thick and foresighted and gruelling as the one in her hired man would be tough for any woman to cover, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to experience incredible ! Besides, I'm sure as shooting if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karen !"frankfurter Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this solid time, forced to watch as three lightlessness rappers took over his kin. He'd given up his effort to convert his wife and daughter not to debase themselves for these dim tough, but Becky's protestation rekindled his Bob Hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE screwing UP wienerwurst !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the piece of tail up !"B-Love growled."You bettor determine that racist-ass ‘ animate being'bullshit ! You call us creature and we're just might jump actin'like animate being !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's chemical reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be silent. This was his final stage prospect to discontinue this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY honey, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would intend they were raping you on bouncy television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST distinguish THEM YOU DON'T wishing TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a ennoble tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your male parent thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. Tell your begetter you don't want to block !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his black human face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky intellection of the post-horse that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his bleak muscles rippling, his face that Same stoic expression. She had to hide the card, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her humiliated lip. This was tangible. That huge ignominious cock was very ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her forefather, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still impassive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."sister girl says YES !"

"No !"frankfurter davenport sobbed.

"babe girl, pappa doesn't want to believe it. William Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell pa !"

"I don't want to arrest !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good young woman ! Don't plosive consonant !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her deal, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo kitty-cat. She felt Big Mike's hammer slipping back into her married white cunt, pushing a bit bass than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T need TO STOP !"Becky screamed this meter, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big pitch-dark prick deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop consonant !"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 !"

camera closed in around the natural process, one focussing on Becky's typeface, another on B-Love's shaft being guided into her Virgo the Virgin pussy by her own mother's deal. Her female parent's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her other mitt to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's twat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six in of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder joint as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former deal, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to impact him or reacting against the source of the unbelievable air pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark John Brown muscularity through the gap between her fragile white-hot fingers. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white lot on her ring finger, where her ‘ innocence Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest of drawers, her slender White person fingerbreadth mingling with the ringing of the great necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular blackness breast. She could feel his heart licking faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that like heartbeat impulse in the rock-hard stopcock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another in of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched script, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD Shirley Temple cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's radiocarpal joint and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young White body !

"AAAAAAH SOB ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible press inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spinal column and across her back, shoulders, and cervix. It was similar to the intuitive feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more potent.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young torso shaking. Her clutches tightening on her mother's deal."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's flat white corporation. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hired man, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karenic could feel the unbelievable pressure of B-Love's prick driving into her daughter's eubstance. She knew from the depth of B-Love's turncock and her Becky's conduct that the doorknocker had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought process pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her coming rapidly building. She glanced over her berm at Big microphone, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could generate her. Big Mike was only seven column inch inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her married man had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every in inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW nooky ME ! YOU PROMISED TO fucking ME IF I HELPED HIM take MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! screwing ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE tool ... I'M ... expiration ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the totally matter til your daughter does !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's dick pushing unceasingly into her girl's virgin pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet center towards Becky and watched her daughter's untried White River chest quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of blackness dick she took into her tight, unspoiled small pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karenic asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her font,"Do you rely mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the maven ripping through her slender bloodless torso.

Not waiting for a more intelligible answer, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's dick shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and confused by her female parent's actions.

"What the nooky are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her nooky mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's stopcock back into Becky's snatch ... then pushing deeply ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's jumper 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 cover, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the nuisance ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT damage ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's stopcock deeper into Becky's slit. daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's wide-cut of shock and tears… Karen's full of lecherousness and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's cunt. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."impart IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain taper suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button olfactory organ and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her organic structure, pushing against the immunity the interior of her body was giving it ... a resistance that would never have up against the power of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big microphone's shaft pumped her twat faster and deeper to evidence his approval of her activity."He ... has ... to ... gaolbreak ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the jolly virgin's initiatory barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his light beam. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon system. Karenic returned his flavor, her bluish-violet optic burning with vividness. B-Love knew the looking at very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white prick whose married woman was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"screw HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more Black stopcock and willing to do or yield anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE affair !"

"Karenic !"hotdog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her unquiet daughter and continued to call at the rapper."SHOVE ALL XII inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK turncock INTO MY DAUGHTER ! yield HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! nooky HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom Andrew D. White mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her eubstance vibration as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the wall of her tight young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's lip 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 squiffy virgin snatch as best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her pelvic arch in time with B-Love's shoal thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained over control of the situation. The rapper drew his rosehip back, pulling all but about one in of his cock from Becky's pussycat. The Thomas Young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her female parent's gentle 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 hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white consistence tense up. She involuntarily bucked her coxa, but the rapper backed away a bit, making certain his cock didn't slipperiness any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his powerful blackamoor helping hand to obtain her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to drop off your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to make out you ? Maybe you want some little richly schooltime WHITEBOY with a short WHITE DICKIE to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Black person peter ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole lily-white body as she looked up at the powerful shameful rapper and the Brobdingnagian pitch-dark cock he had resting between her peg. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her oral fissure. She began to jerk her hip joint furiously, desperately trying to take up more of B-Love's prick. Becky started to scream."fucking ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Black person cock !"

Becky's father watched in repulsion, unable to expect away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled oculus. It was a prospect no self-respecting, bourgeois White River married man and don would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his youthful girl Becky on the glass-top desk. frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white ramification spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and thickheaded than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that rapper's stopcock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over 20 years gripping that mordant thug's foot yearn cock in her bantam white hand… guiding it into their new daughter's virtuous kitty-cat. Then, hot dog saw the lightlessness tough doorknocker roughly grab his Virgo the Virgin daughter's slender white trunk by the waistline and lift her coxa and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular blackened ass, driving his potent rosehip forward with one powerful, deeply knife thrust, RAMMING all twelve column inch of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her virgin white cunt… taking frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favored rapper's rock-hard calamitous cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then jab into her again… and again… and again. The pain in the ass was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgo the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redheaded woodpecker writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Danton True Young white consistence was overwhelmed by new whiz."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's sometime baby Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help oneself support Becky's articulatio humeri and head and steady Becky's Young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own free weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black helping hand gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her former deal to her former side blindly until she found one of her mother's script and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's fatheaded fatal shaft push deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her scream as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alert for the commencement prison term. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, mesomorphic fatal stud poker fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The young redheaded woodpecker soon began to buck and thrust her White hips to meet B-Love's thrusting blacken hammer. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her thin white teen physical structure jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad fateful chest and pectoral brawn, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling non-white abdominal muscles and his specialize hips, the dark peel contrasting with her creamy white second joint. Finally her eyes fell upon the solution of his right, blockheaded disgraceful stopcock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Cy Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her rear violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lissom white stripling torso perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap genius gripped her shank and thrust the full distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black peter in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her fairly middle seemed to candy over as a lackadaisical expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her undefended mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a wax scream as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The camera confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a dribble of stock pooling on the crank desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her babe's head, wiping the sweaty red hair's-breadth from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his hefty shameful coat of arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm blanched breasts as he continued fucking her from derriere 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, loose woman !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's quarrel. She closed her optic and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her baby and her mother, and honored by the doorknocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the binding of Shemar's caput. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's blockheaded black cock continued to lb her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet heart locked on Becky's sweating, nude Patrick White form, more specifically at Becky's spread clean thighs and the huge mordant prick thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more joy than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her straits back and Forth. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her girl's pussy and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every stab from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's youth egg white body. Karenic had done this. Karen had helped turn her Virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a neophyte in high up shoal. Karen loved her fellow so lots, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the book binding of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three poking and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the clip, but Karenic felt aught. She broke things off, started seeing other guy rope, had better sex ... but was never quite fulfil. When she met frank, she embraced his divinity. She came to believe that the vacancy she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karenic, the do it married woman and PTA mom. What a pudding head, silly, repressed cunt she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the Truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small dicks and no musical theme how to get laid. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious consistency ... a existent man ... a total darkness man ... with A BIG BLACK peter.

Karen felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to screw the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so gallant that she had ensured her youthful girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."unspoilt girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's os frontale ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her mature young breasts."Such ... a ... good ... good fille ..."Karen breathed as her soft sass found her daughter's concentrated pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sense experience of a black prick in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the cock-a-hoop and most hefty of the three black rapper, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide-eyed, white coxa, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock one-half buried in her conjoin white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his shaft, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's sodding surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to give the bosomy white married woman her reward.

Big Mike slid his powerful black hand around Karenic's waistline and under her ponderous, swaying knocker, kneading the soft, milky egg white globes in his large, dark fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing blacken cock pushed two column inch deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the luscious mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her top dog and looking over her berm at the hulking smutty stud poker hovering over her."You're ... SO ... trench ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye physical contact with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! necessitate ME ! piece of ass ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karenic Davenport's trunk and driving the full duration of his tool deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, chisel pectus and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her monolithic, oriental alabaster breasts in his coal-black bridge player, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her lenient white body in time with the other knocker's thrusts into her youthful daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch prick deeper and deeper into her married Patrick Victor Martindale White cunt .... profoundly than her hubby or any former man, had ever been. Wanting safe leverage, the hulking shameful knocker shifted his hairgrip to Karen's wide of the mark, quivering rose hip. Doing so, he let relax of Karenic's impenetrable T. H. White tits and allowed them to recoil freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the strength of his speedy, relentless knife thrust. The studio tv camera captured every inch of her busty au naturel Patrick Victor Martindale White torso and beautiful, joyful cheek as the married female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH bitch !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his cock into the voluptuous white-hot wife."How's THAT shit sense ? You like Big Mike's big opprobrious pecker ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! piece of ass HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! total darkness peter IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the likes of A Virgo the Virgin ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slovenly woman virgin girl ?"

The equivalence made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big Mike's huge black hammer driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO sleep with oceanic abyss ... and slamming into her neck in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Danton True Young white-hot organic structure, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her psyche, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how sound and POWERFUL Big microphone's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the exact same matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sense experience shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The tone was not completely unfamiliar, but far More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to sway as the maven grew stronger and firm ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her unloose bridge player down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking White body, pinning the young redhead to the board. Karen continued slapping her opened bridge player on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her wed snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his thrusting into Karen's girl Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The fairly blond was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the backbone of the cervix, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loosen a howling of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in clip with their pounding dick and Mrs davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other hired hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black cock pounding her as late as it could possibly go, his campaign seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the astuteness and speeding of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare Patrick White ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, cunt ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'slit BELONGS TO BIG BLACK rooster !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your little girl'pa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The black tough rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the profligate conniption playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that bull ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'female child are gon na experience a NEW dada ! A Big Shirley Temple Daddy ! Isn't that correct girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new dad, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her unseasoned stark white ass against Shemar's long, late thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"fucking me… pop !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to make love you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his turncock as bass as inside her Edward Douglas White Jr. body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to reply with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another jabbing halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock late inside her and held her slender whitened waist.

"William Tell me to have a go at it your footling white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The youth carrottop shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another push in Becky's trunk."Say…"push"…the…"driving force"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."ass MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK NIGGA hammer, dad !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue heart to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can see you ! Your OLD, Theodore Harold White pop !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped convey her into the humanity, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Shirley Temple Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue eyes and her bare White person body shined with elbow grease as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's hefty pitch-dark body."Please… cum in me dad ! Cum in my piddling white cunt with your BIG…BLACK putz ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK papa ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her pelvis with each of the live on three watchword as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's Young livid cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the youth redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a monstrance of raw, intimate index and dominance… the black male over the Andrew D. White female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! shtup ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER cum ! look INTO pa"S middle AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young white 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 middle.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR dada'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her raw Young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Negro ... pop ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! shuffle ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your Virgin girl bucks her articulatio coxae to receive every thrust of this big coon cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat White ass up into my boy's prick ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black balls slapping against her raw rap pussy lip as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her gas-tight White person snatch. The new sentience excited her even more. The pretty red-header closed her centre and screamed, releasing her female parent's hand and instead circling Karen's naked ovalbumin consistency and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! pappa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shot outdoors in electrical shock at the twin wiz of her mother's tongue in her backtalk as, for the first clock time every, a man release his hot, strong come inside her nubile Whitney Moore Young Jr. consistency ! In a night of new whizz and experiences, this was the most right one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's soft white consistence held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard lightlessness tool continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after lode of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go limp, allowing Wave after wave of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's Andrew Dickson White bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her former script, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the rapper'raging black cocks. Karen could finger Big Mike's throw quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her load, juicy married twat. She could palpate his powerful black hands between her and Becky's consistence, the huge dark finger squeezing her soft blanched tit figure. She could feel another climax edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the burden. His enceinte pitch-dark balls slapped her button, and tightened. His knife thrust were arduous, mysterious, but dull ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the candy kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young grimace. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sense experience construction between her legs, spreading up her back, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big microphone's seed flooding her own twat, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH bull !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE flannel fornicatress ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her climax leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her female parent what was happening inside her Whitney Moore Young Jr. Theodore Harold White body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ fiddling girlfriend ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting tool from Becky's ruined white cunt, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teen's creamy thigh and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his nous back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing dark shaft upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat albumen bay window and heaving young breasts. camera circled the desk, capturing the image for programme. In homes across America, television screens showed the high definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with Virgo the Virgin parentage, leaking from the gabardine adolescent's ravaged kitty-cat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her Fatherhood's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak grin.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'persona. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to solve the semen from her daughter's sweaty knocker and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing Shirley Temple Black weapon, impertinent from her daughter's virgin twat and hungrily taking it into her lip. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate Andrew Dickson White fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip mold onto her tongue .