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

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The calculator screen flickered to life sentence with the image of a blazing sun. A modest caption appeared in the lower left nook of the covert :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black penis / Label : E & I platter ”.

There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a solitary guitar string. The film whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's locomotive sputter and it pulls off to the position of the route. The tv camera angle cut to the Department of the Interior of the car, showing a egg white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his face. Sitting in the back derriere, reading a college orientation course brochure, is their somewhat white daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 histrion. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girlfriend's earbuds. The lady friend looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of meat of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't look well-chosen either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle command processing overhead time as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his header. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his manus from the heat. The daughter sees her Father-God shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high schoolhouse graduate rolls her center, but then she looks down at her MP3 thespian, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cubicle phone and starts entering a earphone identification number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front line seat, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the sound and sees"THE tow truck"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit dismay, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her headland at and nods toward her Father-God. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The girl shakes her caput and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the sound and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling predator again. The family now has all the car room access open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his cap and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white soma. The married woman sits beside him, several blouse push button 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 two-piece top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parking lot in social movement of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ ruining ”. The door opens and a declamatory opprobrious automobile mechanic gets out. The music for the television finally starts properly now, a grave strong-growing rap beat, the Saami one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the conniption. The calamitous auto-mechanic is tall and very sinewy, wearing some unaffixed correspond jeans and a cockeyed tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the folk car and smile. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the grease monkey. The husband opens the tough and endeavour to examine the engine again, but the towering black shop mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his spot in front of the car.

The car-mechanic coup d'oeil over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her weapons system stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad consistence. The rivet smiling, then looks over at the pretty brunet female parent, her blouse still unbutton revealing her interior cleavage of her sizeable breasts and her Bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much skin she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the shop mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to airlift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own matte midriff. The automobile mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curved shape of her slopped little ass in her dungaree short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny shorts, over her mat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting rim, and ice blue eyes. The macho-man makes eye contact with the little girl, making trusted she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her plenteous cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading material, and that he has the mother and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the locomotive engine, making sure enough to ready a couple of extra indicative thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The girl giggles. Dad is woefully unmindful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the words are faintly heard. The good tone on the video is poor people, but lyric poem can be made out :

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

The car-mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful Black implements of war, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscularity. Mom's big blueing eyes widen. daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hired hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The married man looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of baseball glove he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The grease monkey looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his hand truck and begins to manoeuvre his claw and winch. The mechanic flexure down and attaches the claw to the bumper of the car. His brawn flex, the elbow grease making his bleak peel shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a mates of inches, but sweetener comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide of the mark eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his whang. With one swift apparent movement, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband startle in fright and covers his headland for tribute. As this happens, the photographic camera Angle changes to demo the blacken mechanic in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the setting looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his swath off, his baggy pants fall down a few inch, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would live that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide-cut, lambaste dropped… obviously seeing the machinist's pecker. The camera returns to the old photographic camera Angle within a irregular, and the machinist is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The words continue :

"When yo'locomotive's overheated
‘ drive you been mistreated
YA'phone call THE WRECKER"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belted ammunition around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The automobile mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the social movement of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The shop mechanic opens the passenger door for the mob, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the Bench buns, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her rung ass a piffling button up into the seat. Next, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to shoot care of himself. The machinist then walks around the nominal head of his truck and climbs up into the driver's seat, but as his monolithic black underframe squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to stave off an inappropriate situation, the husband move for the wife to sit in his lap and make water way for the daughter. The wife declines the whirl, and before the married man can importune, it's too late. The daughter hops into the automobile mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad white meat mere inch from the mechanic's broad smuggled boldness. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the auto-mechanic's bare, black torso. The auto-mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to drive as the E. B. White teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

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

The married man and Padre face ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the disgraceful car-mechanic's lap. The mechanic motility his head left and powerful, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can get. The daughter continues to wriggle in the automobile mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her finale, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulder joint. The machinist glance downward, getting a fowl's eye aspect of the teenage girl's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to suffer hassle steering the truck, and the married man glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the hubby. The shop mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white married woman sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the bracken. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The automobile mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to ram safely. The husband hesitates for a bit, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding blacken stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the hubby glances again at the mechanic and his girl, the wife following his gaze. The married man furrows his brow in vexation, and the wife smiling at him, as if to order him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The hubby takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the hubby pats his place on the motortruck's bench seat, indicating the married woman should scoot over and pretend elbow room for their daughter to get out of the grease monkey's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's ass, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the motortruck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to proceed to the middle of the bench seat. The grease monkey Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to turn on in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the orotund fanny window of the truck cab. A worry look weirdie across the husband's face as he sees that in malice of the surplus room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very rough in ride in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is aware of the progeny. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's Bench backside is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her girl. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distraint and awe ! He begins hitting his car's trump, trying to get the truck number one wood's tending. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the snapper of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the number one wood's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the married man falls forward in his seat, his eyeglasses falling to the storey of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a seat on the far side of meat of the hand truck's cab. The married man is about to breathe a sigh of relievo until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At initiatory, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the shop mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her spinal column. The married man sees his married woman looking at him from the hand truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and force out them down, under the truck's rear window, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange distasteful grinning is on her cheek. She is not trying to go up over her mother to get back into the auto-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to labour her mother closer to the shop mechanic. The hubby sentinel, confused as his married woman shakes her foreland and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the shop mechanic and bearer her hands down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm blue"just before their daughter pushes her top dog down, below the posterior window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car motor horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the row"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then hold her hands up, palm facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The hubby doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's drumhead pop up from below the rear window of the hand truck. His moderately Caucasian wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare white ass and realizes that she has shed her short pants and panties ! The father watches, mouth love feast, as his daughter climbs back in front end of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the husband starts blasting the cornet again. Then he sees his girl's pinko bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert twist !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is incapacitated to break off. He sees his pretty albumen wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his straits at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale downcast eyes full phase of the moon of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it unfastened, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her girl's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the windowpane and up into the brightly desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring finger's breadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one last clock time, blowing him a kiss with one hired man and waving good-by, before reaching up to the ceiling of the hand truck cab and hitting a electrical switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the kinsperson car which drops to the highway at 70 miles an 60 minutes, with a tawdry collapse. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the tow car drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the legend appeared in the low nook of the screen door :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Negro Phallus / Label : E & I record ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best protagonist Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with long red whisker, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckle across the bridge deck of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's Father was a very conservative man who attended church service meetings twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older baby Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to prune provocatively, use loathly language, enjoy ‘ out or keeping amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these regulation with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild tyke'of the family. Her parents had deep business organization about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff uncovering top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with oodles of boy.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did nigh of the other tops worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of sentence. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boy who desperately tried to make her. Maintaining her virtue was no petty effort for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity halo, a symbolisation of her hope to her family that she would stay a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as uncivilized as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her sense of taste in music. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap chemical group called"inkiness phallus ”. The Song were full, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the Song dynasty on the internet, but had some trouble. The few links that she found for"blackamoor Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn situation for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking computer software that her parents had installed on Becky's estimator prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to recover in local music computer storage, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school day were surprised that materialistic Becky Davenport had become a fan of Negroid phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her wish to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't mention to her singular friends was that the Sung dynasty were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that cautious Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus strain to achieve the best culmination. to a greater extent and more, she wanted to hear their music and acquire about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her supporter Lauren came over to call in, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music television that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their vocal mashed up with magazine from a porno flick ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"state of nature huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you marvel if the rumors are true ..."

"What rumour ..."Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumors about inglorious 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 force that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

"Yes !"Lauren said, her optic lighting up with turmoil."Just conceive of those guys with you and your mom Becky ! She's still pretty hot for her age !"

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God, what a kick !"Lauren hissed playfully."I can't believe that she knows they're your favorite group and didn't quotation 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 bulwark, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met renown at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP fling to the studio.

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole verity'and verbalise about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the vulnerability they need to hit it big because of racialism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television receiver for a ‘ survive no-holds barred, exclusive interview and appearance US and the rest of the world what black member 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 website says the interview will be go and uncensored, and there's some sort of special on-demand pay-per-view sort of deal. There's supposed to be some variety of streaming television thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

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

Lauren continued."The site said that black member is planning to depict some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"saboteur"video was expressed, just suppose what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was unmanageable for her shelter mind to imagine how much racy the Black Phallus euphony videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her nous began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit black Phallus might make their music videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her human face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ raving mad ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's level of debauchery and sex company that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio, or on the movie set of their music video recording, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly tale, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could amount over to my place that night, quietus over and watch the audience on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP go ? What do you conceive ?"

Becky smiled at her savvy Friend."I ... I think I should call my baby !"

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

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In the two yr since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of almost recognized and respected young women in American telly journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest wads of anybody in the mass communication field, and immediately found exercise with a overseas telegram news network. It was a in force job too, as an"Entertainment pressman"she would be an on-air personality ! In verity, the job probably should have gone to mortal with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a orca public figure, flawless Edward Douglas White Jr. complexion, dazzling smiling, and big blue centre. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blond hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her vocalism was slightly high-pitched, but at the Same sentence had a variety of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'spokesperson, 36c/d-28-36 chassis, and her sexy turnout, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news show reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her number 1 coming into court on TV, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before farsighted, her photo graced the cover charge of dozens of magazine publisher, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advertisement work. While Jessica loved the attending, she was disappoint that it seemed to focus so often on her appearance. Money and picture were plus, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suit of clothes in dark people of colour. Little changed. Jessica felt more pro, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on Christ Within, fluffy, entertainment tidings. On top of that, in maliciousness of the fact that her bearing had increased the network's evaluation ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more than money, she could get hold of the diverse clay sculpture and advertising offer that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one class, Jessica tried to negotiate for Sir Thomas More money and to a greater extent say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more than in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrity. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment newspaperman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was dependable that she could resign, and seek greener pastureland, she didn't daring leave the meshing without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her populace was fickle and had a short-term store. With her hubby Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the estimation of being without a job when she'd been so cheeseparing to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another class, she received a telephone call from a touch network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar mass as the master of ceremonies of a news computer program for their new entertainment-oriented news meshing. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a good staff at her administration. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to propose level ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment anatomy. It was still technically ‘ only'an amusement news broadcast, but cypher at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little peril in taking the job. The meshwork was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The motivator were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to employ her married man, he-goat, for a easygoing job with their electronic network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this web, unlike her current employer, would throw her the treat her like the valuable plus she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshing that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, queen network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the culture medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an interview often neglected by the news media… minority and youth food market. To appeal to this interview, KNEN combined serious stream matter reporting with an edgy young double, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that prototype. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to comprise the legal age of the main administrator staff. Jessica was well-chosen to be working for such a progressive electronic network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a fag. She always had refreshing fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The simply affair that wasn't going well for her was her sex spirit. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billy seemed less and less concerned in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy club McFarland, too, always had a level-headed supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his married woman, Billy was not glad 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 more than money, and that the work would be ‘ promiscuous'since his employment was basically a pourboire to his wife. Then there were his colleague. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many pitch blackness ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate chore to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working later nights, doing the piece of work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

he-goat wanted to complain to his supervisor, but they were all opprobrious men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. billy felt completely lost, unequal, and exhausted. To make matters defective, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her Sir Thomas More and more sexually fast-growing. She seemed to want sex almost every Nox, and truncheon's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to make lovemaking to his new, sexy wife Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the solitary thing that wasn't working out for his married woman, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her trunk ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could tell there was something awry, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have meter to find out what the problem was. There were other matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap grouping,"inkiness penis ”.

"lightlessness Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circle and among teens and college bookman, but it was never heard on the tuner or seen on television because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap creative person whose words created prototype of extreme violence. What was strange was that Black Phallus's words weren't controversial because of fierce imaging, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few euphony videos the grouping made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable medicine network, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Shirley Temple Black phallus refused to let any epithelial duct to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the early total darkness Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos useable on their own site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored configuration ) on television.

In spite of all the disputation and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in cloak-and-dagger circle, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and news program network remotely connected with the amusement industry wanted an consultation, yet nonentity could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the unsufferable. blackness Phallus agreed to an scoop interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, secret negotiation with KNEN executive director. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to take the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, topper chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As arouse as this candidate was, Jessica felt incredibly neural about the interview. Aside from this being her low gear major ‘ intelligence'interview, she'd had very little time to do any research on the grouping. Information was limited, since no interview had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of difficulty tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Shirley Temple Black Phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of trend, Jessica was worried about the yielding and agreements that KNEN had been forced to arrive at, before the controversial group would harmonize to be interviewed. The network wanted an sole, no holds barred consultation with the rap chemical group, a live studio public presentation, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen euphony video that the grouping had produced. In substitution for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime quantity time'evening to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the even was used by the consultation. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any sort on the interview, nor on the euphony TV. Further, the grouping also wanted their own railroad engineer to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crew would not be present. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political panorama, the group insisted on excess security quantity, including security ascendancy of the studio for members of their own security department team. Finally, the radical demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight agenda. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three day to train for her interview. Being a hip, overstrung, minority-oriented cable length tidings network, KNEN was in a perspective to satisfy the group's requirement. The major sticking point the meshing had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations 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"computer graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen old age of age, and some other looker ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's web site, and Black genus Phallus's website, with the same obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap grouping to perform some kind of outrageous packaging stunt. Even if the avoid FCC fines, they risked gazillion of dollars worth of lawsuits and patron losses. In venom of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The truth was that both Black person Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon business leader's ebony & bone endeavour, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain reporters, the lone interview that Shirley Temple Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business organization, all with one major agenda, the sexual potency of sinister men over white women. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very pernicious in their forward motion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to heighten black men's shape and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to stimulate an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and cause powerlessness among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational routine. Over the long time E & I had used these chemicals to quietly appropriate private fair sex and even unit business sector, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other materials to get on E & I's order of business. For security department use, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I line of work operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no thought who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's schedule. The only connective between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon king. This way, all of the patronage could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Shirley Temple Black member's platter recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually denotative rap euphony, with mixed motif. The plan was that the angry young black males and rebellious white youths that listened to rap music would discover this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to trust every word of it. Black Male would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged quest for sexual coming upon with White River char. White males would begin to see black male person as sexual superiors, and sense embarrassed about their sexual deficiency and small penises. White girls who heard the music would commence to see ovalbumin male person as unworthy and blacken males as the most suitable intimate specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The mathematical group was comprised of chemically enhanced smutty men, persona of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate powerfulness of fateful men, and subverting Stanford White Male sexuality. The school of thought that the group advocated was that black men were the intimate alpha male of the human race. As such, black Male had the right to get it on and breed any woman, every fair sex, they wanted… even splice cleaning woman, and especially white women. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on television ? So it was that Black person Phallus's first scoop interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her pass around her party boss 's open office doorway ; `` I have those unedited copy of the"Black person Phallus"CD and music picture you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her Cy Young helper and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the stuff on top of the text file stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing shadow vividness, buttoned-up dog collar, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and name were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their tending a endorse thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an free, but quite bright, with an excellent disposal and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's indigence. They had formed a close, sister-like chemical bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on for the first time name terms, though Sarah thought it important to pertain to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at study. Anything less might sabotage Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make surely she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

Jessica put the recipient down and turned to her pin-up young help.

"I just wanted to let you hump,"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 computer ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual fille and never swore. She never used the Almighty's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sighs, groan, and grunts of frustration.

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

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

'' I 'm no-account Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't entail to be difficult ... it 's just ... that group. They have a reputation ... I'm a little care about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's script. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our mesh. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a hardy face, flash them that winning grinning of yours, and you 'll be hunky-dory ! Besides, you know how these chemical group are, it's probably all just a clump of daze value hype and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be very well. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the video recording, and she'd been unable to acquire copies until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news as this one is, we have to work forfeiture to get the first crack at the storey. The group had only had a twain of even free to devote to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The history about Black Phallus's limited accessibility was a concoction made up by E & I. The rattling reason that Jessica was being limited to two day of research fourth dimension was a security measures precaution. Jessica was a right journalist, and Solomon business leader wanted to puddle surely there was fiddling or no chance for her to chance a connecter 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 alleged music yet ?"

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the former nighttime and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her Quaker into the studio that night ! As if I would be a party to her hearing to that vulgarism ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite medicine group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting punk and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the touchy talks around this interview, I doubt we can take in a VIP guest in the studio that dark. security is going to be surplus tight when these bozo are here, and the group will throw their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's arrangement with Black Phallus allows for nudeness, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a hand full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to consume it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the program's content. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The inquiry I gave you said they like to arrange promotion stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring cleaning woman from the audience up on stage and ... and ..."

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

Like the reports about Black Phallus's limited accessibility, the reports about their need for uncensored airtime was also a screening level. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimer, would provide them to broadcast sexually expressed music telecasting, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit substance ... not just from the medicine television, but also anything that might transpire in the newsworthiness studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by TV sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a little worried, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An audience with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any hurt ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those awful black rappers to her recent participation."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the halo to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a stunning home heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and rhombus. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a soft gold radiation pattern. This delicate figure had been the cause of the closed chain 's extended fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's menage ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to hold off until the wedding ceremony to gift 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 contract it off ! ``

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

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make up him felicitous. He's been so patient with me ... with my impression I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual urge that she'd so easily crush since her teen years had grown incredibly stiff. 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 lucky that he'd had to go on a commercial enterprise stumble to Europe for a few months. She would accept hated to return in to her urges so close to her tie day ! Still, Sarah's heroic horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's leaving two months ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every nighttime she went to kip thinking about her wedding dark. 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 psyche wandering to her Recent epoch desires and recently frequent view of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be defective for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my impression. I mean, believe that my physical structure is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage ceremony. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its wrongfulness. The only reason Brad's not having sex before wedlock is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really hard for him. But he's going to be so vibrate that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the merging could run a little foresighted. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's powerlessness had become a source of creeping and intense defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her helper."Sarah, I know you're bear on about those guy rope from Onyx disc coming tonight. Don't trouble about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and kickshaw you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! Answer any query they have, serve them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. OK ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few month and yearn minute at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be capable to anchor a intelligence platform, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a not bad vocation, and a neat marriage…

Of course of instruction ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to nightstick's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virginal help, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problem 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 humble spot, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her electronic computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a smash 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 black-market suit, the former was wearing a silky black shirt and loose-fitting knickers kit, almost like pajama. He also wore a couple of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very openhanded. In addition to their superlative, the men were both very sinewy. Their tegument was a flawless, rich, warm, chocolate Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's bantam Patrick Victor Martindale White hand in his titan pitch blackness ribbon. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the band on her fingerbreadth ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the closed chain. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's script. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his solid fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pluck her hand away, and was afraid to talk to the behemoth man holding her paw. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for respective irregular before Sarah worked up the nerve to address to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her heart off the jewelry-admiring goliath holding her hand.

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

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

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

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make sure everything you have is compatible with Black person member's indigence, for tomorrow Nox's studio apartment performance."

"Certainly…"Sarah croaked."I'm sure you'll find everything you need here. If not, I'll be glad to try and satisfy any asking 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 lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank Black lense on the blank shell calamitous case of the minute man. He smelled so ripe !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the s man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her office,"I have a large piece of gear that I need you to help me prove tonight. It could accept much of the night, but I trust I can consider on your ended co-operation."

"Of course of study,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective electron lens of the second man's sunglass. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate blank features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black lineament."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

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

That door was still closed 3 minute later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her bang to get out the bureau that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black person genus Phallus"video rear end. She picked up the box with the TV and was walking retiring Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her Edward Young supporter moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head word and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent insufficiency again, but she couldn't assist it. It had been month since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black penis's sexually expressed lyric had only heightened Jessica's intimate tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to shit her farseeing for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't secern her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't carnival. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her spousal relationship out of her capitulum and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the door close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another wow of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would stimulate been shocked by the peck. The billet was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in piazza of the discarded information processing system, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, nude plenty of inglorious and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Savior FUCKING the Nazarene ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the massive bleak cock pushing cryptic and deeper into her recently virginal flannel pussy. She would induce been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Whitney Young, virtuous bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted tomentum and a pair of fogged-up chicken feed on her fairly gabardine face. Her beautiful clean body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative vesture, was now covered only by a lean bed of glistening sweat that caused her smooth Patrick Victor Martindale White skin to shine like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white consistence was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his vertical blackened pecker between Sarah's full phase of the moon, soft, Elwyn Brooks White knocker. He pushed her tits together around his thick black cock, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black-market cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose public figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big melanise mitt on her lilliputian white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting in after inch of his monumental black tool into the pretty T. H. White assistant.

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

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

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

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

The Negroid laughed ...

"And assure us again,"Watkins asked."how recently was that babe ?"

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins peter while the shaft 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 blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your groom-to-be ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor mute whiteboy been waiting to hump THIS pussycat that I'm shtup RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG coon stopcock ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the blackness demanded.

"4 ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

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

As the blacks laughed at their own caper question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of climax. She had waited twenty-four twelvemonth to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four bit !

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

"Then recite us slut !"The blackened pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to involve your virginity months before your wedding !"

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big fatal tool bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... XX ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black-market ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black screw her cunt ordered.

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

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your puss while you scream that shit ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud poker fucked her puss, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral cavity and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first fatheaded jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty clean face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer virginal ovalbumin pussy.

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

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

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some admirer to help oneself us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet White person pussycat. You might want to cleanse this room up a picayune bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two inglorious stud poker threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her baby's smiling typeface. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the adjacent night. Then she thought about what would encounter to Becky if she had granted that asking, and that idea turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her telephone set, laying on the story with the pass catcher off provenience and emitting an objectionable beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a sound figure. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. tone, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a present moment. Sarah didn't want to just come in 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 thing of hours."I met with some congresswoman from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the ratiocination that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my credit entry card bit so that you can fiat it on pay-per-view or sentinel online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

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

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take reward of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a trivial strip ribbing for him, slowly taking off her business organisation attire and getting down to her bra and panty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his shaft a aristocratical power play. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's okeh honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a fooling shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could work on on her interview interrogative sentence and research. Jessica went to her household bureau, powered up her information processing system and began studying her inquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of irregular and third short letter of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her doubt, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her metre as best she could. She looked at the racetrack listing on the CD, and marked the racecourse that were on her music DVDR. She could cut the those track and watch their TV later, thus saving a minuscule time ... and saving her the bother of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into computing machine and plugged in a distich of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to hire notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative fabric, she'd study some lyrics from some of the birdcall, but hadn't procured a copy of the full phase of the moon material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music video recording. Every single song on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the Sung dynasty were all about pitch blackness men having sex with white adult female, all variety of blanched fair sex ; immature, older, undivided, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's lining government note. The chemical group contended that all of the birdsong on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the tale told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first song was called"Size DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your lady know it's true, size of it Department of Energy matter !"It was about all the stereotype of pitch-black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the unharmed philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the lengthening of a laughable myth.

"Reparations"was about a inglorious history project in a college class, where white scholar had to become ‘ striver'for disgraceful students for two weeks. The white-hot female person students end up becoming sex hard worker for black-market men, while the gabardine manlike students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously fast-growing and anti-Semite, but the steep tarradiddle continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a bright political satire about airstream relations and the fear that many Patrick White have of integrating with the fateful community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

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

"Honey, I'm base"told the story of a Edward Douglas White Jr. man who comes home early, only to notice his wife in bed with the inglorious neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a comment on the bias care that white people have of livelihood in the same vicinity with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High school that has to set to an influx of African-American students when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of educatee to teacher will be thrown out of residuum ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white school. The song goes on to name how the black male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot Theodore Harold White teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racist veneration and social remark on white flight from the inner city.

"Big hirer Man"told the story of a egg white man vying for a advancement. He invites his black boss rest home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy ashen wife, he tells the pair that he'll cave in her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The elephantine blackened man fucks the white married woman on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or make the mesa first. The next workweek, the boss gives the promotion to another Black man ... whom the blank wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this birdsong as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmatory action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a livid college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the Black person basketball game team. There was a ‘ humourous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival schoolhouse's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't assistant but smile at the idea of the dumb athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric poem to be insightful and amusing, she had to accept that the euphony itself was quite near. The lowering bass rhythm were firm and coursed through her body, making her wish to dance, or at least movement with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 participant and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and act around the elbow room.

Jessica let the calm, unforgiving rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a hanker time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The language still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing basso that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The words barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the musical rhythm of the bass coursing through her trunk. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the euphony that she missed the fact that the following song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' nigra In The Wood spate '', the next track, was an even more humorous birdsong than the previous unity. Using medicine samples from the old cockamamie lovemaking Sung dynasty,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the nascency of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its Black person, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a contraband man !

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

"Dear John"was about a white young woman writing a break-up alphabetic character to her high-school sweet tenderness ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot gabardine mummy"was about the plight of a"confection young white married woman"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a lightlessness lover !

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

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, anti-Semite snowy college girlfriend who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to assert his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her Father-God for him.

"Man Of The family"told the tale of a dark drifter who is taken in by a near Christian materialistic family, and how within a calendar week he seduced both of the family's counterpart daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young lady at once, the founder is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the title track,"Only natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a great deal that she failed to find that this song was featured in one of her music telecasting, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual superiority and authority, from the angle of ‘ natural excerption ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ rude'right wing to breed any adult female they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every char knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially blank women. Every cleaning lady, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only raw ’.

By the end of the last caterpillar tread, Jessica was sweating, and her entire physical structure was tingling. She realized that after calendar week of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed he-goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw unfold the room access to her office and went to her bedroom. billy goat was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his sleep, and slid her hand down the presence of his pants… zero. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back crying. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her pass was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her inquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wreathe 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"Andrew D. White wedding, Blacked St. Bridget ”. It was the one course that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music picture into her information processing system. Not wanting to ignite Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the estimator and sat down at her desk to view the TV. Within seconds, the laboured hammering of the sea bass coursed through her organic structure, again igniting a fire that no cold shower bath was going to dowse…

Jessica's big drab centre locked onto the projection screen as the first images flickered to aliveness. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked Brides"euphony video seemed to be a series of vignettes about Bride ditching their hostler on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the Holy Scripture"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening setting showed the rappers standing on a stage exchangeable to those one would see in a strip club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained trash ‘ walls ’, evocative of church Windows. The social dancer were all young Patrick White women, wearing assorted skimpy outfit evocative of a bridal motif. All the lady friend were supple, with fully boob and long, shiny hair. Each missy wore a bridal head covering of some sort, lily-white high-heels, and some lean White person intimate apparel. One fille, a blond, was wearing a lacing bustier and scanty. Another girl, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin mitt. A tertiary missy, a redheader, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a supporter smash and fishnet stockings. The early missy in the desktop were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', standardised to those conniption in slip golf club. Jessica noted that the perch were painted a productive, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the round brown poles, they mouthed the actor's line to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the photographic camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue heart directly into the photographic camera and sang the language `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Negro Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to throw distinction about the lyrics. But as the birdsong continued, it became apparent that this video recording, unlike the others, had almost no lyric poem. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do lightlessness Men, And Only lightlessness Men '' !

The screen door cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the St. Bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the photographic camera gibe showed that the bride was in fact looking over the bridegroom's shoulder, at the C. H. Best man… a handsome, bald, grim man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's fount. The stud poker runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the Bridget nods, hypnotized… We see her tinker nervously with her posy.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the Christian church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of Elmer Rice or bird food from all many of the wedding Guest. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curbing. A large disgraceful hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding party Edgar Guest stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"foretoken has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The photographic camera cuts to the DoI of the limo, to a closemouthed up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The photographic camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Brigid on her knee, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her principal bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tress and embryonic membrane bounce gently with her movements. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that panorama. She wanted to be offended by such a clamorous disrespect of the instauration and spiritism of man and wife. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen, and the becalm pulse of the bass that vibrated through her trunk. So captivated by the outcome on the blind, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one bridge player under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her inguen.

The refrain began again, and the shot shifted back to the 'stripper'place setting. This sentence it ended on a close up unlike dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unshrinking, and mouths the words `` I Do black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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This time, the background is a large and expensive looking receipt Asaph Hall. It 's a different hymeneals, with a unlike groom, and this clock time the St. Bridget is the redhead. We see the Bride and groom in the receipt pipeline, greeting their guests. A big black man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her paw and cuddling it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his great blackened helping hand over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eye widen in blow momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this conduct. He puts his hired man on his wife's shoulder and tries to rip her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the inglorious man, still kissing the St. Bridget, grabs the hubby's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the client stare in shock, the black studhorse picks up the Bridget and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his full berm and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The fille holds the redolence and a feel around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her paw, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black he-man ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another St. Bride, mouthing the lyric poem `` I Do Black Men, And Only black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger snake down the front of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a instinctive response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's detrition became more frantic as she watched the next vignette Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty white bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The scantling, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Brigid's eyes, taps the stableman on the shoulder and indicates that he would care to trip the light fantastic with the Bride. The groom seems to object at start, but the Saint Brigid smiles at the he-man, and gently pushes the groom away. The blacken stud pulls her conclusion for the dance, we see her eye widen and glance down ... we see the mordant rivet grin ... There is another cut, this clip to a wide shot of the dance base, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not look to be anywhere on the dance story. The tv camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful St. Brigid, pinned against the wall, her immense white doll hitched up around her waist, while the total darkness rivet stab against her mercilessly ... all in fourth dimension with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of cacoethes, so enraptured with the picture that she was barely mindful of her own existence… let alone aware of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the telecasting ! Her side was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action at law unfold. Her nimble white digit probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her optic even managed to stay candid and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the side by side vignette played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the like ... a beautiful white-hot bride ditches her Stanford White groom for some pitch-dark stud.

We see a white St. Bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Saint Bridget a bite of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the Brigid ... she meets his regard, and sucks the white icing off her groom's digit. Then she holds up a piece of bar for the groom. As he tries to prick his cake, she shoves it into his font. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his center, the inkiness waiter whisks the Saint Bridget and the cake out of response hall and into the kitchen ... with the dark kitchen faculty stare at the dyad hungrily. The shot cutting off to the Brigid's expensive white dress fabrication in a mountain on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nix but a few strategically placed smears of lily-white cake icing. She writhes in exaltation as several pair of large black hands smear more coat frosting all over her milky whiten skin. The camera circles the mesa as a large, half-naked disgraceful men surround the writhing snowy bride and get down licking the frosting off her naked body. The television camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her kitty is blocked by a total darkness man's bald head ! She rests her white hand, with its shining hymeneals ring, on the pitch-dark man's denudate head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet tabular array with her groom. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Saint Bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Bride on the shoulder and susurration in her ear. The Saint Bride's optic widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Son to her husband, the Brigid gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a bandaging elbow room. Opening the door, she finds 3 shameful men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and turning to the Saint Brigid's amah who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink dress. The Bridget turns back momentarily, looking down the Granville Stanley Hall to the banquet room. She can see her hostler at the board ... he looks down the Radclyffe Hall ... briefly making eye link. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick cuts of custody ( Joseph Black men's hands and albumen cleaning lady's hands ) ripping the tweed robe from the Saint Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a St. Brigid adjusting her veil in straw man of a mirror. The door of her binding way opens. She turns to see a well-favored black janitor entering the way, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the St. Bridget sitting there, the janitor pauses for a here and now, smiling at the lovely egg white girl. An enormous protuberance 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 door of the fertilization room. We cut to wedding party in the strawman of the church service, waiting for the bride so they can start the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's female parent, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the threshold ... and it suddenly jerks open to divulge her beautiful clean daughter on her stifle ( back to the photographic camera ) kneeling in front of a black man in her broad espousal night-robe ! The mother stares for a here and now, before another black man, who was standing behind the doorway grabs her and drag in her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the verge of her honeymoon suite. The ostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to withdraw a shower first. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the toilet. Then there is a belt at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bath. The black he-man looks at the fill up john door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her frown lip and shuffling her pes under her dress.

The following scene was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the stableboy coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the television camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the background. In the foreground, on either incline of the screen, are the Brigid 's peg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the medicine. Suddenly, the pitch blackness man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the pulsation of the bass part. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is nude his muscular grim body shines with sweat. He takes a draft of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Brigid. All the spell, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily clean hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into legal action, out of the television camera shot. The bridegroom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

caustic remark can be a turn one's stomach thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted exposed, as she shot up from her chairwoman, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a mazed, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the iniquity hall, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his optic glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his grimace perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon retinue.

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

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

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

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

'' sister, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to sympathise ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't mean for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't hold in it ... Besides, it's not a big bargain ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a medicine picture. ``

But that was billy club 's entire problem. The black men at employment were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the effigy of powerful black men and Edward White women in a music video recording. It was more than he could stand.

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

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

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

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

As soon as the words left Jessica 's sassing, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too tardy. baton 's eyes widened with wrath ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the threshold behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt demented to her stomach. Her close remark left her satisfy with guilty conscience. 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 computing device monitor. The video had ended. She had no mind what the conclusion scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to brush up, but after the fight with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to reduce on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the night talking. As lots as she wanted to sort affair out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big consultation, and she needed to get some quietus. Jessica decided to sleep on the lounge in her home office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen wardrobe and a bottleful of weewee before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eye, idea and self-doubt swam through her tired mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in month, but now she was n't even capable to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't verbalise to her about his trouble ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to centralise on her personal living after the adjacent Night 's interview with Shirley Temple Black Phallus.

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

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The church was wide of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

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

The pitch-dark man stepped into the flesh of her reflection. He was marvelous and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the bride 's articulatio humeri.

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

The guests'brain turned too keep an eye on the bride 's approach.

The Bridget sentry in the mirror as two turgid blackened paw rophy from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded albumen girdle to shreds. White drop and beads fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the base ...

The black man 's hand slide over the newly exposed white-hot belly of the bride ... and over her replete white breasts.

The stableboy taps his foot, raises his manus up and looks at his watch.

The Guest turn to each early, there are cardiac murmur of confusion.

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

The bridegroom turns towards the back of the church ... screeching ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's Billy ... tears stream down his face.

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

When Jessica got into the exhibitioner, she made sure as shooting to crank the cold weewee up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened commonwealth of intimate tenseness. This was the Saame sexual stress that had been building up through workweek and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same stress that had led her to masturbate the previous eve, while watching lightlessness penis's explicit video. It was the same sexual tautness that had led her to scream at Billy…and hold her that atrocious nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on billystick ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in replete gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to lead up lovemaking with truncheon for calendar month, but her own terrible parole kept coming back to frequent her. How could she have got said those fearful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more confident she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her demerit. He must possess felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the frigidity water cascaded over her hone white torso, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet down, romanticist dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got place, Jessica would give truncheon a skillful massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd start sexual love. To form sure it would n't give out, she 'd start off by giving him unwritten sex. oral exam sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her backtalk to be egregious.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitor, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal lingerie. She decided that would fag out it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could exuviate her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales agreement at the Hidden press intimate apparel store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, lash panties, a matching garter whang, and a couple of fatal thigh-high hosiery stockings.

As she dressed in the corps de ballet, she admired her reflectivity in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her honest skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c titty, without binding her flesh. The step-in rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round Stanford White ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and sport coat that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a overnice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billy was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a frail hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those nasty things ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very deleterious to him lastly night, but she always had such a sugariness phonation. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the Saame time.

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his place, once again, ineffectual to look his married woman in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it dear ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Chin in her hand and raised his font so that he was forced to establish eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upturned lately. ``

'' You do ? '' billystick was surprised. How did she cipher out what the problem was ?

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know things have been difficult since I started study at KNEN, and I 'm no-good. I 've had this big interview coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' baton felt his parentage head start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the faulty matter to say. Her guilt over the previous night took handle again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this appointment had taken so a good deal of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn billy club.

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

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

'' I do n't cerebrate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliative tone, `` but they might try some variety of publicity stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this consultation, they 're ready for it ... and I might throw to go along with it, for the saki of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In cattiness of the awful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to present her his love and living.

'' Oh he-goat, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you come by the studio tonight ! I 'd like that. That would be sodding ! ``

'' Perfect ? '' Billy 's peculiarity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

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

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio apartment, she had a fast confluence with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a piddling background information on the mathematical group, and introduce each of the music video before conducting the consultation with pitch blackness Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with truncheon the previous evening she hadn't been able to watch all the videos. Seeing the television before the audience would turn over her the opportunity to prepare Sir Thomas More motion. The but real problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a vivid smile and a chocolate, urine, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like almost of the crew, Sarah was usually aflutter on broadcast days, but today she seemed spoilt. She wasn't just neural, she seemed charge up and distracted. Jessica noticed this conduct, but remembered her treatment with Sarah the premature day. Sarah thought the knocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might force in the studio apartment. Sarah was no question extra flighty 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 shopworn and her wearing apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Saami clothes she had worn the former day ! Had the pitiful girl not slumber ? When they had a few bit, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this morning, and you seem a small cark today. Are you sure you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the like clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a gravelly dark death night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio apartment 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, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting fussy near of the nighttime ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of class, Sarah, I'm so good-for-naught, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should give birth gotten some son from engineering 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, matter went well then ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue air centre,"it went a lot substantially than I expected. I learned a lot about the radical, and I have a totally new deference for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a good deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the medicine, but would never have believed her materialistic, coy young supporter would make been able to await past the surface of the lyric poem. When Sarah had first learned that Black penis would be featured on the plan, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of radical made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a recollective prison term to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to postulate to set up the lightness, so you'd sound 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 medical dressing way and push up a fresh H2O bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as a great deal as she wanted to bring out the closed book, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right field, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to wait until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the backbone desk, going over her while the set's engine driver busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting preference had been programmed in the former evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to trump brightness level Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain characteristic. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but finger like the lights were raging than convention. Certainly, studio light always put out a lot of oestrus, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially hard. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottle of ice piddle. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the body of water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any approximation that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquidity"e"raptus mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her 4th bottleful of water,"Does it look warmly 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 deflect eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to discount her assistant's unusual behavior,"it seems lovesome than usual. Why don't you check with the trading floor director ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a draught from her H2O feeding bottle."I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those inkiness member guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water system tier in Jessica's current bottleful,"I learned that last night. They like to lead complete command of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her center and took a rich hint as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this passion. How much longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottleful of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not much longer now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til broadcast metre. The guy cable from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with zippo to show the world !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our witness are going to mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her assistant a perplex 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 possible, trying desperately to suffocate a laugh.

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

Jessica's nervous energy and countless feeding bottle of water supply resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her open frame minutes before the program, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd leftfield. The ambience was justified. Not only were they going on last television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the populace ! Then there was the possibleness of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial mathematical group like Black phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience section to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a sensory faculty of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole faculty of"The unit Truth"news broadcast shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the physical composition girl spilled a bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica's ignominious blazer… with simple mo to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember pass by just as ling was opening the make-up feeding bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sports jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her disastrous top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly blockade since the black sport jacket that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not wear out one ! Jessica's sexy dim"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling upshot that she did not postulate to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Pure hustle multitude, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the audio booth.

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

"One arcminute multitude !"The film director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the muckle of her new jacket ! The cap was a brilliant royal blue color, with a Shirley Temple Black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black radiation pattern going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the cap had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the eye of Jessica's chest. The house decorator jacket would receive looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket crown exposed a generous amount of the interior helping of Jessica's milky white knocker, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center field ! The wardrobe fille had given her the haywire kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a dissimilar jacket ! ready ! press !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

"No fourth dimension !"the film director called over the microphone,"don't concern, you look keen ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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wing, in the commons Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, billy club McFarland sat in a heavy overstuffed professorship and anxiously waited for his wife's news program to begin. The elbow room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, ample furnishings, and a fully stocked costless snack and drink bar, with a icebox. The walls of the elbow room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One paries featured a built-in plasm HDTV varan, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, billy club was highly agitated.

He'd arrived belatedly, been hassled by surety downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Saame guy rope that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some ignominious nightclub. In any suit, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

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

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

The sentry duty swiped the wag through the reader again… looked at his computing machine screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guy cable claimed to have got problems scanning his ID. truncheon knew it was bullshit. These black bastards 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 apartment !"

The secondly black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his itinerary. Billy couldn't help but back away in fear of the heavyweight, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty dollar bill minutes to ‘ verify Billy's identity element'with the security post. They didn't bother apologizing. As he-goat pushed past the beefy black precaution, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to feature them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that baton expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the elevator when the guard shouted their reaction for everybody in the pressure group to hear ..."BITCH, A fine char like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a heart ... billy choked on his furore as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio surety, another pair of bootleg bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to set aside him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in onward motion. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to ascertain the broadcast from there.

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

Becky had called her baby Sarah a couple of day earlier, hoping to get a VIP head to visit the studio apartment that Nox and actually gather the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to to a greater extent of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep party to find out the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't provide her to sleep over at a friend's business firm on a shoal night ! Lauren promised to DVR the audience for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next sunrise, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the consultation, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit rating menu turn so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the unscathed house ... and the big TV in the life elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarified occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her family alone. Her begetter, 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 determine the interview with Black member, her favorite music chemical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The untried red-header's small white manus were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the headphone bit for the pay-per-view servicing. A feeling of prickly heat tingled through the white teen's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's credit entry carte du jour information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room sofa, all alone in her menage, watching the television intently, as the curtain raising titles of"The Whole accuracy"played on the screen and the political platform 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 introduce the Night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the monitor. The inner one-half of each of her broad, milky whiten breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced margin call female child, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to brush aside her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit true statement'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's near controversial, and to the highest degree popular, surreptitious rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct net sales. Their euphony is heard in nighttime nightclub and teenagers'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely centralize on the words scrolling up the teleprompter projection screen. The heat energy of the studio lights on her bare bureau was a changeless reminder of how a good deal of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's sight of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio set, or television, and banned from some record stock'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the politics and the culture medium claim that the grouping is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black member's lyrics are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual cognitive content and allegedly nauseating nature. Some euphony meshwork official have gone so far as to pronounce the television as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another coup d'oeil of herself in a studio monitoring device. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her branch failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to come up a more meek pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's optic darted between the autocue and the proctor as she continued trying to recover a more professional situation and read the teleprompter at the Saami metre.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such uttermost content in their medicine is meant to verbalize their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old title of every controversial artist ... that their controversial stuff is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out former supposed ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and video manoeuvre and ask why they are singled out for complaints. 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 white validation. They say that there are some in white USA that wants their spokesperson silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our looker will learn just what blackamoor penis wants them to know !"

The nerves in Jessica's vocalisation could barely be disguised. In her endeavour to cover herself in front of the television camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become hot and bothered. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss confidence, it would be bad for her television intro and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attack to find a more coy camera Angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But initiative, we're going to establish you the videos that the music video channels won't. All this, and to a greater extent, after a legal brief fracture, for our sponsors."

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

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

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nightstick sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket 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 from the icebox.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was persona of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to swank her consistence a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd article of clothing that little kit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reason. baton sat back to watch the balance of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to disregard the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the brief interruption, Sarah davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four to a greater extent bottle of ice-cold urine under Jessica's desk.

visual perception her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare cap out of my office. I can't go along a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the idiotic amount of beautiful white-hot cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't assist but notice the unusually queasy behavior her normally unagitated and collected helper was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her flannel lace bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the bourgeois Whitney Young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual measure of her segmentation. Her ashen 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 plate this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the young lady so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have prison term to question for very long, because the director's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... spine IN quint, IV, threesome, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racialist, offensive. These are the Logos that euphony video network administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air music telecasting created by the music group"inkiness Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast television receiver. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those euphony video recording from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focalize on the teleprompter and brush aside the epitome of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to reflect with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the Negro male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole accuracy, are able to portray these television, in their integrality. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view post, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the stuff you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these picture are aired tonight, arrest tuned for an sole interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their videos, and their unusual philosophy about company, acculturation, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the audience later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these outrageous black doorknocker. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about White person charwoman. What frightful comments might they make about her eubstance if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The maiden music telecasting that"The unit Truth"will testify you tonight concerns blackness Phallus's views on the conception of man and wife. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit language and video footage. Black member claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural ethnical values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an insult to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

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

And now,"The whole Sojourner Truth"presents total darkness Phallus's"Elwyn Brooks White wedding party ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the championship of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these revelatory and explicit words on air !

"White wedding ceremony, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't help but frisson as the song's double-dyed title left her mouth. She could even experience a tingle ... one she'd felt the late even when she'd seen the video.

The picture feed cut to the gap of the euphony television, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video recording she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to befall here ... she couldn't give up people to guess that Black Phallus's medicine video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't avail but bill that several pairs of eyes in the studio were glued to the varan screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water feeding bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to trouble her from the TV playing on Monitor all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking blackened variety of Tom Watkins ... manager of blackamoor Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and degree lights are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Brigham Young woman's chest and kneading them roughly through the silklike fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom right chest of drawers, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous John Rock knockout hump 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 dark !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to impart the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her fully, firm bosom, encased in their Patrick White lacy bra. Sarah's soft Elwyn Brooks White cutis was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the previous even, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large black hired hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full-of-the-moon firm tit, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activeness ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to human face with Tom's jetty. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed nigrify cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly scent ... a perfume laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her agile white digit over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 in pitch-black turncock. Taking it quickly in both her midget white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billy thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone endanger my wife to it, and draw her do a taradiddle about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this dogshit ?"

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

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Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy Andrew D. White Bride and smuggled studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen door. She'd heard that"blackness Phallus"video recording were pretty spicy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was muddied. The estimation of a married woman cheating on her husband was wicked. But this TV didn't stopover there ... this video showed new white bride ditching their grooms on their wedding ceremony day and giving themselves to black men instead !

deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hot than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Young redheader dropped a deal to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her agree tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat Edward White tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to think how the side by side video could be worse ... nightstick was even More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filth would be sitting inch from his beautiful, intelligent married woman in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of persuasion was rudely interrupted by her composition fille's smiling side and in use bridge player."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a slight shiny."

Heather Christiansen had just been hired a hebdomad ago, and while she seemed a little inexperient, she was very eager to delight. She'd asked for Jessica's inscribe already, not for herself, but for her founder. She was quite dessert, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a picayune shining, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to utilise some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The young lady spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the lady friend lowered the sonant pull to Jessica's segmentation ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that tinker's damn jacket ! She could here the muted masculine voices of the stagehands and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty offspring make-up missy"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

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

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

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

"I'll see if I can line up her."the constitution young lady responded, rushing off set as the director's interpreter boomed over the intercom ...

"backbone IN quintuplet, FOUR, 3, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of unfaithfulness, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the subject of the next"Black phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the raw nature of tonight's broadcast. viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents pitch blackness Phallus's video recording,"nigger in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her programme, but"Black member"had demanded, in their contract bridge, that nothing about the evening's programme could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the wrangle were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no topic how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the prototype flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the TV yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video recording's stars and producers in the next constituent of the show.

matter didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as oil as the previous picture, this birdcall and video seemed geared towards humor. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The video opens with a view in a hospital manner of speaking elbow room. We hear the strains of the corny love Sung"Your having my sister ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the cognitive operation of speech, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the linear perspective of the photographic camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's scatter pegleg spread wide, a textile draped covering her groin, and the doc leaning down, pulling the infant out ...

A audio byte begins to flirt ... a ample teller windfall"Congratulations, you are the male parent of a proud baby…"

"jigaboo IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the physician pulls the baby up into vista, revealing a blackamoor infant boy !

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

Speakin'of long, what 's with his dick ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but browned and loggerheaded
That offshoot he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR phratry tree !

looking at like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been LE than lawful
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to tell the story of how it happened… there is a serial publication of ‘ flashback fit ’. The doorknocker sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his married woman alone all day ... while he was at work.

There is a prospect of hubby leaving for employment in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a Sweet, innocent, Marcia Diamond Jim character. She stands in the doorway of their cover girl suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the theater.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"discovery out what Big Brown package can do for you !"The obstetrical delivery man, one of the muscular black stud from"Black phallus ”, walks up to the home with a large box. His sinew flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline degree, indicating that the wife needs to ratify for pitch. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls assailable slightly, revealing her unflawed cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the deliverance man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownness eyes. Before the wife can protest, the shameful delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed forepart door of the planetary house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The stroke track to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photograph of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding picture falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful inning shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful establishment bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed mail with packing tape. There is a brief closing curtain up of her boldness, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black deliverance man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white stage wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the sleeping room window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the activeness on his cubicle phone."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The next stroke we see is another shot of hubby leaving for oeuvre, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. husband leans forward kissing his wife on the backtalk. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, pitch-dark paperboy rides up the house's forepart sidewalk and pulls a paper from his pack. He acts like he's going to mitt it to the wife, but drops it before she can look at it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her sizeable white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his headspring, then flips open his cell telephone set. Her middle widen as she sees the video he's stab of her and the bringing man.
She looks up at his typeface, shaking her promontory. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sack of paper dropping to the porch whole step, and then a barb of his bike laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front room access slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the house. The melanize stud poker stand in the entryway of the house, facing the camera. The wife is on her articulatio genus, facing him, her back to the tv camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newsprint boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The married woman stands up, back still to the camera, and the nates of the shot ending just below her waistline, and drops her robe, revealing her nude physical structure to the report ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the guess is arranged so that small existent nakedness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the adjacent day. We see hubby leaving for oeuvre once again ... with wifey sales booth in the doorway in her robe. husband leans forward to kiss his married woman on the back talk, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk bottles. Again, it's one of the hulk Negroid knocker from"Shirley Temple Black member ”. The wife smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk feeding bottle from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her business firm. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cementum, sending creamy T. H. White milk splashing everywhere. The door sweep behind them.

We see a abbreviated shot of the governing body headboard again, followed by jibe of Milk River running over a powerful black chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of photographic camera dig ..."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the straw man porch. ready cut to the interior of the house's front room access, the wife is on the earpiece. Another flying cut shows the threshold being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza obstetrical delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"spear carrier LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen tabular array, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the desktop, we can see the livery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a firearm of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her backrest is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza pie guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our purview is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder joint and moaning grimace past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right box of the lid.

Poor dumb whiteness jerk,
you went to exercise,
never should have left her lonely !

Once she gets some black cock,
in that married tweed bitch,
we 're gon na draw your wife moan !

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

The next shot is of husband being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the earphone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a wrench, twisting at a tobacco pipe connection under the bathroom sink. Suddenly piddle begins to spray from the tease connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a sinister plumber, then a quick shot a flooded bathroom level. The bathroom is turned on and the shower bath doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the black pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her ramification wrapped around his waist and her custody clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The adjacent scene shows a heavy, muscular bootleg pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couplet's dwelling house, carrying a pocket billiards skimmer. The movement room access opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy train bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The married woman leads him through the sliding drinking glass door in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black kitty man to walk into the fenced in back K. In the backyard, the melanize pool man looks around, and the camera shot goes all-inclusive to show that there is no pool in the rear yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in mix-up, before a wide grinning spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the Theodore Harold White married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already loosen and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The photographic camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her Bikini posterior and they start to strike down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top ground on the priming, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the scene alteration yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the certificate organisation keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent consternation ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the doorway, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a surety truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black security military officer walk up to the house and afford the door. They find the married woman standing in the front hallway, wearing black leotard, black leather glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprise facial expression and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The black security ship's officer smile at each early, biff in the ‘ all clear'computer code into the security keypad, and slam the doorway behind them. From outside the planetary house, the camera stays on the action mechanism, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's foray off their shirts revealing rippling lightlessness muscular tissue, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of guessing ) in forepart of the guard duty. The chorus echoes and the view variety again.

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

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

A landscape gardening hand truck pulls up outside the house. Two prominent, brawny black gardeners get out of the hand truck and walk up to the social movement door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smile brightly. One of the nurseryman's holds up a work lodge, with the words"peculiarity President Bush trimming job for Mrs. David Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to introduce. The very side by side stroke holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock clock and a recently used ma'am's kid and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a blackamoor man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the married woman's long blonde haircloth movie across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second span of black hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little pitch-dark baby. Then she looks up and sees a brawny black orderly. She puts a hand up in her hubby's cheek, making him block off the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the bootleg orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her articulatio humeri waving adios to her married man as the door shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the midriff of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming blackness infant. A pretty blonde nurse in a sexy Patrick White uniform approaches them.

"Awwww !"the suck smiling at the forefather and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiacal, and in form just two Day after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all four-spot on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the back and the inglorious hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the hubby and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the door, shedding her suck's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her activity. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her married man with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts. Becky watched the video recording intently ... relishing every glance of skin and musculus that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her intimate cheer easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In malice of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the male child at school. Of course, none of the male child in Becky's school looked like the massive stud in these television. Becky wondered how hanker her conservativist value would take out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the cheating young married woman in the video recording ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breast with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the early deal down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussycat through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"video recording ended, the gang in the studio could barely contain their laugh long enough for Jessica to afford a abbreviated segue into a commercial-grade break.

Jessica was incertain what to make of the scene. She found the telecasting sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Sami clip ... and maybe just a piffling ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of soft feeling of a powder puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the make-up missy."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't encounter her !"The constitution girl said, putting her pull away.

"Fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new crown and put it in my stuffing 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 thwarting were coming to a head word ... weeks of increasing hot pants ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the premature eve ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his job ... the pressure sensation of the audience ... the overwhelming heat of the studio lighting ... these erotic videos she was having to present ... and her bosom on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rapper ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airway industry. But pitch blackness member has their own yield on the old cliche of a brace sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped aeroplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next television,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint speech sound of Male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the music telecasting began.

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The TV opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylised look-alike of an erect blackamoor cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot flying the carpenter's plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A tumid black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the accompaniment says in a deeply booming voice. It's Big Mike from Black Phallus.

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

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

The aphrodisiacal white pilot smiling."I take it lightlessness !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine Andrew D. White hand picking up the radio microphone."care ladies and gentlemen"verbalize a distich of beautiful knock lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your chieftain speechmaking. Thank you for flying Black penis Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio mike with one manus. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her blackness tie from her arrest with her absolve hand. She throws the tie to the base and begins working at the buttons of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back far to shew Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a distich of hr, but I do desire to monish you that we might be in computer memory for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain scuttlebutt, seeing microphone's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining spatial relation, and I you should enjoy every hour of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The master is at a loss for Holy Writ as she sees Big Mike unzip his gasp. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The screen fades to blackened and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive pulsation. The video recording now flashes with a serial of three alternate shots of the planing machine's Interior Department. All of the shooter are from the Sami angle, with the same photographic camera, but are lit differently, and depict different scenes within the woodworking plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the plane's DoI lit normally, good of passengers on the escape. Another shaft shows the three members of Black genus Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the tv camera and rocking with the music. A third shooter depicts the planing machine's DoI with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flare of lightning reveals glance of bare white and black limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three variation of the sheet's national shots flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air Swedish mile, beef !"a vox over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to draw the news report of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive rider. There are many white women and inglorious men, and a few white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his tush ... 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 tv camera pans to reveal that the can is bouncing so much because a young white cleaning woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his fanny along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about smiling, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

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

The tv camera settles on a young lily-white couple, necking in their keister. We can see that the duad is married since the tv camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and paseo to the lavatory in the social movement of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few prat forward, has also seen his married woman enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the doorknocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The language continue :
"Our big ignominious planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big fateful dicks will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'afters sugariness ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to make certainly nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white rider finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a little hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his behind and points at a safe house that has just lit up. It says"Sturm und Drang Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The hostess returns to her fanny at the front line of the airplane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the ovalbumin husband, glance at the bathroom door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the lavatory !

Hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his tail end, obviously worried. 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 stewardess. This produces the hope consequence ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and occupy a whole tone forward. The stewardess puts her handwriting up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy thorax into her manus. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the stewardess's radiocarpal joint, holding her bridge player to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a crack. The Caucasian married woman peep around the door. We can see her denudate shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflectivity of her bare bloodless back and ass. The married woman's middle widen in panic when sees the strong-armer and the air hostess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows good behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the black stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of befuddle and implicated look and rustling exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his rump ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior guess of the planer ... the flesh of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior Department of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the resident of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ news bulletin cuts ’, a series of progressive guessing that have been intercut with other reformist shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a indorse of each crack at a clock time. The dig are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each business of rap, we here sexy Stanford White female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do stool !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white snatch is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Joseph Black planing machine In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black dick In Your Hot Edward D. White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET inkiness hammer ! FLY ME child, FLY ME ! !
The terminal lyric is accompanied by the roar of a aeroplane locomotive flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the loyal edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of titillating imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful Amytal eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife's mouth, biting her own modest lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the married woman's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black man's powerful back, causing her replete white knocker to swell at the face, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of Edward Douglas White Jr. wooden leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting grim body ... four blank hands exploring dim sinew ... one white hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a muscular black articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom room access latch, and kicks ... The nip suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the level of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the legal action, albeit briefly. The wife is bare, except for her silklike white bra. She is lying her cover in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her long white legs wrapped around the powerful black rider. The total darkness passenger is naked and thrusting between the whitened wife's ramification, though often of his soundbox is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hairsbreadth is still in its severe french-twist and her little blue hat is still perched on her chief. She is lying on the sinister rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pale Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts are pressed firmly against his jet black back, squeezing the sight of lenient white figure out from between their physical structure. Her long white legs are spread wide, around the black man fucking the Andrew Dickson White wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare snowy ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in daze at the lurid display. We see several scene of passengers ... white women, Theodore Harold White men, and dim men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The albumen men look uncomfortable, and deplumate at their pinch nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Whitney Young woman, apparently in her previous stripling, is sitting between her founding father and a big Shirley Temple man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Father tries to comprehend her eyes ... she pushes his hired hand away. She glances over at the big disgraceful man seated on her other face. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to retain watching the action. She slips a tiny white mitt down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clit of her blue jean. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton scanty, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray board and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the dim man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another rider, business fair sex sitting between a inglorious man and a white man, is watching in jounce. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the aphrodisiacal white business enterprise woman. The inglorious stud takes one of the woman's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a severely bulge in the black-market man's lap. She begins to gently nip the bulge as she continues watching the legal action. The white guy grin at this, and sees it as a enterprisingness for him to do the same. He takes the char's other hand and office it on his own bump. The fair sex allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in muddiness. She looks down at his lap ... at the small-scale bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the tweed guy's genitalia and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural action ... and property both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his slide fastener ! The black man starts working at the push button of the business womanhood's suit jacket.

In another row of hind end sits a opprobrious man on the aisle, a young whiten man in the middle, and his pretty Elwyn Brooks White lady friend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the front of the plane, but having hard prison term doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her fellow, and indicates that she wants to swop hindquarters with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large black man sitting next to him, refuses. The inglorious man sitting on the gangway seat smiles at the passably white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty blanched girl climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking grim stud. She has noticed a respectable bulge in the black stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately relocation to the windowpane keister, offering his girlfriend the center ass that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay fateful man's lap and leave the bottom next to her beau vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ bathroom splurge ’. He can have no more than of this chagrin. He jumps from his nates, and goes to perpetrate his wife out from under the black. The naked white air hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again gunpoint to the"Remain Seated"sign of the zodiac. The young wife laughs at her hubby from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his hindquarters, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and sentinel anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular opprobrious man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new Joseph Black man, framing the au naturel Theodore Harold White hostess between his pegleg. The air hostess looks up at him and begins to aim to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knee !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the air hostess. We now see the hostess's naked white physical structure from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new grim lover, her blond point blocking our view of the standing black-market's rooster. As the standing black rider pulls the air hostess's blond head to his genital organ, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the several passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are officious !

We cut to the beautiful bloodless teenager sitting between her father and the Black person 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 see below the tray-table. Her jeans are exposed, and there thrust into her Andrew D. White cotton pantie is a big black paw ! We see the action above the tray table now as the sometime teen archway her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray mesa with her petite E. B. White fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the fille recovers from her orgasm, she sees the calamitous rivet raising his tray table, revealing an enormous protrusion in his trouser. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide of the mark shaft of the father, the daughter and the blackamoor passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in forepart of them block the eyeshot of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in repugnance as the black passenger places his gravid black hired hand on the back of the daughter's pretty blonde mind, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens all-embracing, just as her psyche disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The Joseph Black looks over and smiles at the begetter. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal item, we can narrate from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black rivet sitting next to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the natural action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his manus to the aphrodisiacal white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to drive her chick up ... She smacks his deal away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"push over her seat. A tumid, powerful black-market male person flying concomitant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily stage to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The mordant flight meeter grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's keister and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the rivet to advertize her dame up over her reasonably white ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black rider continues playing with her breast, the black flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big pitch-black manus between her legs ! The white cleaning lady writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't trade seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his lady friend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action mechanism in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tower at his girl's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girl slaps his hand away, never taking her eyes off the activeness in the front of the plane ... The black stud poker smirks at the missy's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second gear while the rivet shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and sass open wide and she throws her head back ... her keep body wag. The television camera pans down to their legs to give away both have their pants around their ankles ! Her panty slide down her branch !

We see a white guy sleeping in his ass ... The rump back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the tush to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the stern is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal whitened redhead inclination over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed smell on her typeface. Her skirt hiked up over her lily bloodless ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the planing machine ... carefully looking true ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The television camera pulls back to reveal the snowy pilot film lying on her back, on the aeroplane's control console ... whitened branch spread-eagle with a raw muscular black knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the plane, the tv camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed orgy has broken out on the unscathed aeroplane ! The camera finally reaches the first class section and full stop ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly fall as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video recording. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system chatter and crowd interference. We see passengers disembarking from the sheet. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female white rider or air hostess at their slope ! Then the white co-pilot, gabardine female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original tweed wife, husband, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly inkiness airline custodian table the woodworking plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white married man from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"Flight tender were supposed to acquit the planer before they leave ! You got ta get off the aeroplane now."

The Caucasian guy nods toward the bathroom room access."I'm ... I'm waiting for my wife ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The white guy sighs, rising, and opens the disk overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his traveling bag. There is a glinting white banner prickle on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The eliminate stableman walks to the toilet doorway and pound sign on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my chinchy airline tickets."the rejected groom mutters under his breathing place."Son of a squawk !"

Two security safeguard board the plane. They are both strapping black men in blazers and standoff.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the safety device knocks on the bathroom door.

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

The can room access opens just a gap, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one certificate precaution by the clout him into the toilet ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

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

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

The safety device suddenly grabs the stableboy, shoving him toward the dear exterior cabin doorway. Holding the struggling E. B. White man's cervix with one hand, the safeguard pops the door open with his other hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the ostler out the room access."THANKS FOR FLYING Black penis AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW fuck OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, bulge out ? You think you gon na fuck you a white girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the early guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the first-class honours degree safety device and white wife in the bathroom.

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


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

The television was exorbitant, and horribly objectified cleaning lady ... yet somehow Jessica found it laughable ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular dark men ... the curvy Cy Young ovalbumin women ... something about the direct contrast of their tegument as the grope each former was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the incapacitated white male passenger having to watch it all ... unable to take part, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"Scots heather prompted again.

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in response to the outcome she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense look she was getting from the hired man thrust down the strawman of her white-hot cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her white cotton wool panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saami thing. And that girl was sitting succeeding to her father on the airplane ! disgraceful ! aspect like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blond air hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a powerful black passenger. And the sight of the Saame air hostess falling out of the toilet with the white married woman and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so much !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the Elwyn Brooks White female passenger when she rejected a snowy male passenger's sexual cash advance. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were smaller than bleak men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the Patrick White boy 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 sure about though was that she wanted to see more than ! more than video ... more black men ... More OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her succour on her pussycat ... waiting for the next picture to bulge. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black scantling in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Shirley Temple member MP3s on her headphones.

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

Jessica looked up to see the youthful brunette make-up little girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a benighted fashion designer business concern jackets.

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

"Not much ! The last-place video was a long one and so is the future one. The studio apartment needs to make sure that the we hit the future break on time, and have decent time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all great, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their oeuvre when they heard the ruckus.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Calluna vulgaris replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reasonableness for the jacket alteration in the first place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's master copy jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to impart an audience with three over-sexed black rapper. She didn't have clock time to go to her medical dressing elbow room and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cinematographer again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too late.

heather mixture rushed away as the director's part boomed over the loudspeaker again.

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



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compile herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm air and garner journalist and television donor felt like her world was falling down around her. At home plate she was dealing with a grievous trouble with her marriage and sex life. At work, the network had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no sentence to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that return, the exclusive consultation had been secured by making various concession to the rap radical and their criminal record recording label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar gang, and Jessica would be presenting some of the chemical group's extremely spicy music videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the programme even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement crown she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to convert into another, more appropriate supporting players before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough sentence during the commercial suspension. 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 a good deal that her pretty make-up young lady Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial geological fault ended and broom rushed off television camera, Jessica took a sip of body of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself still and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty lily-white journalist was thankful that there was one More music video to show before she had to infix its controversial creators to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thought process and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's theory of Evolution. dominant allele traits are passed down from one coevals to the following. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animate being look for certain attractive character in a partner, including the homo animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black member's own interpretation of the theory of natural natural selection. At this full stop, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audience. The material broadcast on this special sequence of"The Whole Truth"may be considered queasy to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a disruption and transfer her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the other video, Jessica had not reviewed the video recording before it played on air that night. She had to be cognisant of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be time to vary the jacket during the next commercial-grade break. It was very possible. She knew the side by side suspension came on the time of day, and would be tenacious than the previous single. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely certain she had the denseness to ignore it. Once the euphony started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last picture without any good problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Saint Bridget"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a white role player, obviously made out to be Jacques Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a murkily lit way. The actor's line he writes are heard in spokesperson over as the television camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets all-embracing and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my possibility of organic evolution through natural excerpt, I have become increasingly concerned with how my possibility may be applied to the human animal. In school smart set, we business organisation ourselves with societal condition and matters of economical prosperity in arranging wedding between phratry. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these rules are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the aristocracy or supposed ‘ working'grade where social status is scurvy and therefore less significant, the conception of ‘ honey'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ genteel'interpretation of our base creature desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of smart set were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own preference, what ‘ natural choice'would be the issue ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his in force wife dame Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitives, who are less evolved and intelligent than we, their cultivated betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Creator ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning woman's voice cries in the background.

Charles Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my interrogative. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Lord and noblewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, ma'am Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the married woman and daughters of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely battle cry from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So a great deal mysterious ! We simply must make certainly the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will oppose to the results of this subject. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must realise the instinctive orderliness of things."

The picture fades to blackness as a thumping bass voice pulse plays over lady Whitely's wow. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"nowadays Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive offspring womanhood, Stanford White, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the dramatic play as the initiative words of the birdsong are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the Stanford White missy, and gives her one.

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

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiling brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulk physique of one of Black member's knocker. The rapper approach path, towering over the white guy and the lady friend, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her bag out quickly and pay. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a fiddling, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the white girlfriend ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the low gear few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only natural"is heard.
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't vie
Only born
Fillin'your Edward White girl with my cum
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"


The succeeding poesy begins as the vista alteration to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a rude selection !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and spawn
She gon na choose my Shirley Temple Black erecting !
It's Only rude !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a star sign twist site. Some Edward White construction worker on the roof make unmannered motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unscathed scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the expression website, the grammatical construction actor are muscular black bozo. They give her the Saame rude gestures and cat calls as the white cat in the old adaptation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the Guy the bird, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glitter off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to fix sure as shooting cipher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to breast door and bang. A large grim man answers the room access, takes her hand, and pulls her into the firm. The chorus reverberation ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seminal fluid
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins. This time the setting is a busy metropolis street. We see a whiteness guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive albumen beat maid stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the measure amah, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's grimace ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a stab of some change in the guy's deal ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officeholder shakes her school principal ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same meddlesome street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular total darkness rivet. The Sami meter maiden is writing him a ticket. Like the Elwyn Brooks White guy, we see the contraband guy walking right up to the m housemaid, and reaching into his bloomers, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic police officer looking down too. This prison term there is no cut to the shameful guy's hired man holding change for the time. Instead, the shooting stays on the pretty m housemaid ... her verbalise swing open, and her big doe optic equal over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the just the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the adjacent shot, we see the cadence maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The vauntingly blackman is facing the pocket-sized vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the ceiling. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to roost on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, sinewy blackened ass, his legs spread, and his pants around his mortise joint. Between his pegleg we glimpse the ashen cleavage and open blouse of the m maiden. She's sitting in her fomite, in front of him ... her small white bridge player rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to shove into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the next verse begins, the context modification to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam way there is an attractive livid duo, apparently in their thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the workbench beside them there sits a Champagne-Ardenne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock subdivision around one another, and drink from the glasses, showing off beautiful Au marriage ceremony hoop. They lean forward and osculate again as the television camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door finish. The television camera then pans over to the use area, where we see two young, muscular, white muscle-builder. Each guy has a sandbag 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 corporation and toned, tanned limb.

This scenery is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, mesomorphic black man entering the area. The black bodybuilder is much larger and more muscular than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the little girl'promontory immediately. He flashes a gabardine toothy grinning at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective whitened cat to go dun over the black macho-man. He puts his muscular blazonry out, taking a aphrodisiac girlfriend under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white dyad is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Patrick White couplet suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the threshold is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in honey with a amercement lady,
You want a menage, want a infant,
So you marry her and earn her your wife"

"But carnal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her fingerbreadth
My black cock gon na destroy your lifetime !
It's Only raw !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the Joseph Black stud leans out, smiling, holding the room access astray open with one manus, and tossing some clothing over the husband's nous with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The reasonably white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her middle light up and she smiles brightly, biting her crushed lip. The melanize man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her stark plain ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The door barb shut behind them.

The trunks pin from the husband's aspect ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is married woman has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't vie
Only lifelike
Fillin'your White person daughter with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car point and a fit, attractive, professional person brace, husband and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the figurehead door.

The scene changes to the interior of the plate, and the door opening. We see the teen-age girl on the couch, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the front threshold opens on the young woman and her beau.

This time the young man is one of the muscular, black, Black genus Phallus knocker, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the Black person man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the room access and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the swain and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the Negroid man's pants !

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

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white human beings gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those squawk CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The ignominious man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked flicker in her eye, and leans forward over her young man's breakwater, moving closer and closer to her mother's human face. The mother looks up to play her girl's lustful gaze. Over the growing swelling in the doorknocker's drawers, the daughter glimpse over at the Black person expression of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white cleaning woman hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter look deeply into each former's eyes ... their faces displace closer and closer together ... Each fair sex piece her back talk and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their sass are about to touch ... the scene cuts !

The refrain echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my germ
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This time we see a hoops courtyard ... there is an all white-boy team, in bluish uniforms, running onto the royal court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiacal little ashen cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... pissed blue perspirer and tiny blue devil doll. Each girlfriend's whisker is done with a 1 ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The little girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking gamey 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 giant black studs, including the Black penis rappers.

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

We cut to the plot, we see the"Red"squad of black studs easily dominating the lawcourt, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the gabardine boys run around almost aimlessly. A snapshot of the scoreboard shows the scotch 13 to 6 in favor of the lightlessness guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the illumination flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 scotch variety slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eye widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each early again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the summercater arena, right there on the royal court, the cheerleaders begin to disinvest !

The side by side shooter came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 arcsecond, accompanied by the clayey bass pulsation, the echoing auditory sensation of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue pom-pom drops to the floor ( thunder )

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Elwyn Brooks White team suddenly loses a point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( thunder )

There is a shot of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their patrician jumper exposing their plane white stomach ...

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

There is a shooter of the scoreboard, the white cat lose another head, the grudge goes to 13-4.

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

There is a shot of a gamy perspirer hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a stroke of the scoreboard, the tweed guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

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

There is a stroke of a blue cheerleading annulus being lowered over a stark whiten ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the blank guys lose another percentage point, the musical score goes to 13-2.

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

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The lady friend have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, thong, garter ... They begin to plain and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the superior black studhorse !

Cut to a shot of the girls rear end ... perfect white asses in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the blackamoor guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black thespian picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony weaponry. One participant, Joseph Black member's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The female child are quickly carried into the footlocker room.

There is a crack of the scoreboard, the bloodless guys lose another point, the account goes to 13-1.

Cut to the footlocker room ... the girls are pulling at the NJ and shorts of the pitch blackness musician ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscularity. Small albumen hands running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knee joint in front of a grim player, pulling his short down. His rachis is to the camera ... as soon as his short circuit 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 deal reaches down, running fingers through her silklike red hair.

Team-red shorts, bra, and thongs drop to the trading floor ... We see bare fatal and white material body in the cascade ... ashen girls kissing the full articulatio humeri of mesomorphic blackened players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the chorus echoes again and again as we approach the vocal's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each metre the chorus repeat, the groan get louder and more numerous.

We see a au naturel black player, facing the camera. The snapshot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the tv camera. Her thin Edward D. White arms wrapper around his mordant cervix ... The television camera scans down over her sodding bare body, as two powerful grim blazonry wrap around her slender whitened waistline ... two expectant ignominious handwriting slide down the small of her white back ... over a her sodding Stanford White ass ... pulling her finisher ... her stage spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the fille 's body begins to rebound and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of black testicles below her stretched garden pink pussy.

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

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

"Only born"the refrain goes, quietly, one lowest time.


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

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is zero but fucking pornography ! These bozo are pop ? These guys are actually considered talented instrumentalist ! That's fucking sick !"

He grabbed a nursing bottle of water from the green elbow room's icebox and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned face on screen. His hapless wife ! She was in a body politic of impact ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the television camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were all-encompassing ... her nostril flared ... her mouth gaped exposed ever so slightly ... her full Caucasian white meat heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they crap a foremost journalist, an American truelove ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then have a bun in the oven her audience its makers as if they were anything else former than pornographers ? What was the macrocosm coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to hit this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of hard-hitting inquiry, designed to rip those sons of bitch apart, and discover the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of US to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really allow for television set, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy show would throw these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious pick comfort. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

he-goat looked back at the screen door ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off television camera. She hadn't moved in over a min. The"whole Truth logo"appeared on screen, with a caption meter reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the concealment. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of black genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the consultation with the doorknocker all dark. Both her parents were out that Nox, her Father-God was at a church meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the life room and follow Black member's aphrodisiac euphony videos, all alone. One after another, each television excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"picture ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, advanced breasts, and her handwriting frantically rubbing her virgin cunt. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Shirley Temple Black Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could get a line a sonority in her ears. She realized that the sonority was the household land bank line. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller had been her female parent, calling to differentiate her that the al-Qur'an club merging had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - office EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS pitch blackness penis"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a second earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The picture's amorousness had awoken something deep interior in Jessica ... She could experience a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her stage. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the cleaning woman at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steady, soporific, throb sea bass ... all the look-alike and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other nighttime. Jessica's psyche was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her digit rub back and Forth over pussy mound. The flimsy fabric of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the fille. She still said null, but jerked her paw out form underneath her desk.

"I have the former jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to change ? We only have a minute before the guy rope come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she need ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown region language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could discover was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty young make-up girl was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would run out ... how would this pretty snowy miss succumb to a pitch blackness man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front end of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her read/write head no. This was really life now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really befall ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her header no.

Calluna vulgaris shrugged and took the crownwork away ... but quickly returned with a war paint kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her boob and mamilla had always been very sore ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become aware of her milieu again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a dire attempt to chill off.

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

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her read/write head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottleful of water supply under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulping. That was better ... her mind got a fiddling clearer.

"Now ..."she started to conceive ..."what did I need to assume fear of during the break."Her oculus widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor lizard ... her full, milky Elwyn Brooks White cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to vary her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm robust voice suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to bring in you to Black phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thought, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... bare inches from her face ! After a few secondment, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue center upwards to see a black man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a glorious, mesomorphic, ebon torso, with rippling abs and a powerful breast. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful golden chemical chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark deep brown skin. The only when clothing he wore was a yoke black skid, the peculiar gold chain, and a brace of black leather pants. His bloomers were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'dash. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine Joseph Black typeface. She couldn't see the man's middle, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonied, blench rumination ... and her good white chest heaving in her unprofessional blueing crownwork. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's knock-down black thorax. She wasn't short ... this man must experience been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two dark men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small, touchy white manus out in an offer of a handshake. The hulk Joseph Black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with longsighted powerful digit. He slowly lifted her white hand to his deep benighted font and kissed her fingers gently. His clench was substantial, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, quick, and soft.

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

"how-do-you-do, I'm Jessica McFarland."Jessica stated coolly."You must be ..."

"B-Love."the goliath responded, in a rich, evocative voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and powerful ... not unlike the ample bass of his euphony.

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

"It is a pleasure to take on you Mrs McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's helping hand. His voice was robust, but not as rich as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed unclouded in a similar personal manner. Shemar was a inadequate than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored inglorious case, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular melanize chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a faint skin color. His eye were beautiful pools of dour brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also lumbering. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a strapping heavyweight. He wore blackness pants, a black musculus tee, and a bleak leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red precis of a black-power clenched fist. microphone had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his heading was clean shaven. His oculus were hidden by a twain of mordant sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of heather out of the box of her eye. The make-up girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a boastfully blacken script on her shoulder. Heather bit her broken lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the television ... Jesus, these bozo never quit !

A articulation came over the loud speaker unit."FIVE second everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less formal, more comfortable set."

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

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the fille allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zilch though ... There would be time sufficiency to plow the group's opinion of womanhood, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business nonage ’, mainly women and black male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly Black male. She knew that many of the standard bunch had been replaced with blackamoor Phallus's own applied scientist, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a hold out performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that second that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only bloodless 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 attention 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 audience set had been redecorated. It was beautiful ... but very ... ethnic.

The wall of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolt of lightning of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vases filled with dry out flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic creature pelt and furs ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot hanker, eighteen-inch tall"commission trend"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two infantry behind the board, facing it, was a large, brown leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the back. At one end of the mesa, also facing it, was a correspond leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a hindquarters in the large, throne-like chairperson. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his muscular fatal arms over the electric chair's arms, and down the sides. Despite the professorship's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant star black man sitting in the chairperson. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's interior decoration and B-Love's physical body and demeanor, he looked every bit like some sort of mighty African chieftain !

"No, of course of action not !"Jessica smiled,"I simply meant that ..."

"I know what you meant Mrs. McFarland"B-Love smiled ... Jessica was relieved by that,"but I think I'd prefer the chair. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the snapper. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the evacuate seat future to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had trouble crossing her legs on the big cushions, and felt a bit compact sitting next to the two boastfully black men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into emplacement. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her government note. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the masses on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the picture monitor off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, copious, colored colouring of the set contrasted starkly with her bright imperial blue cap. The contrast was almost as life-threatening as that of her petite white form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a with child smuggled couch.

Then the spokesperson boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"dorsum in FIVE, FOUR, trine, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the 2nd hour of a very peculiar episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one last metre that tonight's episode of"The Whole verity"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial happy chance this evening. You may have heard of them, you may experience heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their telecasting. You know that"pitch blackness phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their argument, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three fellow member of the rap chemical group lightlessness penis. To my left field, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big Mike. thoroughly evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentleman's gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't avail but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant punk as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded regard."Your medicine has managed to become staggeringly democratic in club and CD actor across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"give-and-take of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good euphony, and the lodge scene spreads news fast. So does the internet, and virtually young people, the the great unwashed who buy our music, are on-line. watchword gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, inviolable beats, and some bold face rhymes. citizenry like what we're sayin ’. Radio and telecasting don't issue beyond that ... that's the concern end of it. If people 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 lyric poem ? Don't you feel that these strong political subject matter make your music popular with a wider spectrum of the great unwashed ?"

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

Jessica was a niggling puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the song's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ arrest in eccentric'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want mass to instruct about your doctrine of homo gender,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the lifelike nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it make them not require to mind to you or see your estimation ?"

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

"Some mass might say that the reason your music isn't heard on the radio set, or seen on music video television channel, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"movement we tellin'the TRUTH !"The truth can't be offensive to nonentity but liars ... people who are scared of the true statement. They radio and the music TV transmission channel are afraid of our message."

"The Truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new business of questioning."Let's talking about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately account your honest philosophy and your euphony videos depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to marvel if she had been mistaken. Maybe these vocal weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were true. This ‘ school of thought'of black male high quality the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquest. But those stories ! They were so horrid ! Wives, St. Bride, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling platter and making a sawhorse. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to deal records.

"But there are some hyperbole, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to father controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging fashion.

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

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

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

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

Jessica felt herself flush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to seem as one of the role model in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the television and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same visible radiation as the other char she'd seen in the picture ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big tool ... a big ... black ... shaft ... Jessica's mentation began to drown imagery from the video recording ... the wife and the sinister plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's swain ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge brawniness ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that fair sex were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more contemptuous to her that they thought she would ever harmonize to come along in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to count it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the account told in the telecasting we showed in the low hr of the program. Their form of address were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Edward White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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 cancel ’, are those correctly ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the tactic of asking for check of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the in writing titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to quash the imaging from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the radical's member could make the claim with a straightaway face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the radical's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of Saint Bridget at their wedding ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the bringing man ... the plumber ... the protection officeholder ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might let actually transpired. The vignette from the videos and songs replayed in her heading ... the St. Bridget joining her maid of honor with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer musician ... the total darkness vagabond seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the kinsperson that took him in ... The massive saturnalia on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few moment. The heating plant from the studio Light, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise Stoic typeface 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 truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The themes of black men dominating Edward Douglas White Jr. women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their spirit was to generate controversy in gild to sell more CDs, then they should give birth mentioned the interracial ingredient by this degree in the interview. The interracial component in the album was clearly constituent of the shock time value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunity to make specific comments on their claim and their ism, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the char in these scenarios were whiteness, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the consequence of slipstream. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every medicine video we've made, demonstrates natural option. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male person of her coinage. It's cancel natural selection, endurance of the set. fair sex go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger shielder, amend supplier ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no reference of the racial face of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her acclivity the subject. It was a power caper in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal creation of the radical's philosophy to her consultation. They wanted to establish that she recognized it ... and possibly mean that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him misrepresent her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

"Well for one affair,"Jessica countered,"it handle womanhood like objects."

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the cleaning lady shown to reconcile to his cash advance ... they do not relegate to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

"Because the only when men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her spit.

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 White interviewer.

Jessica paused."well, In your songs and videos ... the women are always ... the charwoman only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

"Negroid men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward inquiry,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a albumen charwoman to have sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went White. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The charwoman were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose Black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the muckle 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 conjoin women throwing away their wedlock, their lives, their syndicate ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that woman aren't in ascendence of their intimate urges. That's suggesting that men are superordinate to adult female, because they control these urge in women."

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

"Then why is it we don't see women seducing men away from their home, like your black ‘ alpha male'are doing to the adult female ?"Jessica asked.

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

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male are pitch-black, or that women should witness a man attractive only if he's smutty. Your lyric portray women as being intimate object, black men as some variety of super men, and white males as unaccented and afraid. Some hoi polloi could detect this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white boy in accusation of TV and tuner don't want their women to know the truth. The truth that lightlessness men are superscript to all other men. That's why our music don't get manoeuvre !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that nigrify male are victor to all other male ? And that there is some huge conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"flavor at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the years of integration, fateful men have dominated variation. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In accession to this, we're highly influential in the euphony diligence. All of the greatest musician over the finally one C were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racialism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business human race too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely vocalism,"we dominate as lover ... every cleaning lady whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those ashen fille we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't state them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white cleaning lady together with those black he-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its track ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they lilliputian modesty-thongs and mother fucker and just get busy, right on television camera ! diddlyshit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those miss and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take guardianship of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to conceive. This call of veridical sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of unfeigned taradiddle behind the birdsong language. The song lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were afford pseudonyms. In the videos, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these claims. She also wondered why some of those lady friend willingly did that for a music telecasting, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any variety of movie. Surely this call couldn't be genuine ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to possess sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another thingmabob to trade platter and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the Sojourner Truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put youth beautiful white woman in the same room with muscular black men. It was beautiful to watch out nature take its course like that ! Even in aspect where the camera position wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your video are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music television channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music video with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to lead off 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 video channels. We carefully framed our shot so that naught 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 meshwork wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the procedure of editing extra edition videos now, for dismissal on DVD side by side twelvemonth. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and put out them on DVD. Of class the DVD with our for the first time videos will also have the original ‘ tame'cuts of each television you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenery footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of little girl learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a solid LOT of pretty egg white girls that once you go sinister you don't go back ! Best day of their aliveness ! hell on earth, it was the advantageously damn day of my liveliness too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"Come on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it like a dim man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the song said ‘ No woman can dissent, a Black person rooster headspring, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a FINE charwoman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blond anchorwoman, her sister's foreman. Big microphone from ‘ Negroid phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tit heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were confessedly, then these doorknocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and bang their models, actresses, and dancer on the website of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the Saami matter to this meshing tv journalist. Becky dropped her script to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a quiver. She'd ignored Big Mike's credit to the myth of black men's phallus size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't assistance but be suddenly reminded of her ambition, when she saw herself as a bride and a Shirley Temple man's giant hands were pawing her wide-cut T. H. White breasts. She shook her head, trying to exculpate her head of the figure, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that commentary hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her trueness as a married woman just for a gimcrack laughter or a promotional gubbins !"But I think I can protest just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his mole,"you ain't happy."

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's Recent epoch trouble. She thought of nightstick's small, hobble dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't assistance but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot bountiful than billystick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bump twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussycat tingle at that very instant ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his bridge player on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out cheap and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly remain her tumultuous disturbance. She was rapidly losing control of the consultation ... not to advert ascendency over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a stage that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the conquest of hook up with women. Many people find this particularly offensive. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Black person Male ! The real reason people are offended is because they are anti-Semite !"

"Do you really matter backwash is the only existent issuing here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incompetent of controlling their base desires. What about charwoman's mind ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respectfulness, and commitment ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically hefty alpha male person came along ?"

"civilization, regard, loyalty, even love are all just scramble deep ... a matter of the head. subspecies is the real government issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black mitt on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is fundamental. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the discussion 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 educate people to the verity. We want people to look past societal conventions ... at what really thing. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our next album. mass are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can refuse nature."

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

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny white handwriting on Shemar 's for a second gear or two too long, before continuing ..."your succeeding album, I mean !"

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

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his hard, ‘ equanimity choler'whole step.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For case, one of the songs we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist call"She Ran Off With A nigga ”. Have you ever pick up of that vocal, Mrs McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, blank musing of Jessica, framed by a knock-down black face. It made her feel minor ... cautious ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the daytime of integrating, an attempt to stir up white anger against the estimate of putting blacks and whites in the Same schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real understanding whiteboys feared desegregation ... the veneration they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior black Male. Our translation is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Song to our dash of rap, and we're collaborating with a female person artist, to tell the song's story from a white fair sex's decimal point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with Stanford White boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocalist when she was in her mid teenager, but over the retiring pair of year she'd adopted a more profane, yet still pure image. Jessica had interviewed the girl last year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the Whitney Young singer adopted a much sexier prototype ... but collaboration with Black person Phallus ?

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

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

coming into court in a Black penis video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely savvy it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black member's early video were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last leftover of her ‘ innocent'range in a particularly spectacular fashion !

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

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

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

"We do have a little bit of footage from another television 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 unlike song ?"

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

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

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

"Negroid MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the for the first time time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuance and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first look at footage from a new euphony video was something that she had to go after, as a good diarist ... but that was just the professional rationality for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could include the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The video recording ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black person Phallus was driving her to learn More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"wellspring"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the unseasonable photographic camera,"let's see it. Without advance ado, KNEN present tense, for the low gear time anywhere, footage from Black penis's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video proctor, anxiously awaiting the offset of the footage and music. She saw herself on the blind, sitting between the two colossus fateful rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, instant, and nods. The movie went away, as the new video started.

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

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, bloodless hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the written material desk, is a photograph of a handsome young flannel man, in a heart-shaped human body. As the script writes, we hear a lenient female vocalization speaking ...

"honey Brett,"coos the representative, before being interrupted by one of the black-market rapper's voices. He raps the future few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The television cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular ignominious rapper. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive pulse from sea 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 untried fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell apart you,
There's no need to rush back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and Black !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues writing, there is a flash to a blank guy reading the alphabetic character. jar spreads across his face as he shakes his caput in mental rejection. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of powerful Negro dresser, arms, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small ivory hand wearing an ornate troth ring, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing manus. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the video. The female child seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with bm of the helping hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing helping hand suddenly jumps, dragging a channel across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a twain of pantie hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's mouth, gently biting her depressed 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 finger flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These figure of speech are edited together with flashes of a whiten cleaning lady's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two great black hands run up her sides, and snaffle her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the mitt 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 activity on projection screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the call, and that there wasn't nearly as very much obvious sexual imagery as the other picture ... Jessica was ruttish than she'd ever been that Night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unwrap to top clit of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her wench with one helping hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While U.S.A. and Jessica watched the telecasting, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not hold been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first of all time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent untested journalist. All three men's burnt umber pelt shined with sudor from the hot studio brightness level ... their masculine olfactory property hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

The studio camera's filmed the rapper shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained stark distracted ... her center glued to the admonisher showing the television. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the representative of the fille sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the young woman was ... like she knew her ... but the young married newsperson was just so randy that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her virgin white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house ashen breast roughly ... pinching and twisting her Danton True Young pink pap. She was on the threshold of coming when she was interrupted by a unspeakable scream.

"REBECCA davenport ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU cerebrate YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and enjoin you-ooOOH !"the comrade part squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumping again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photograph from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the methamphetamine human body hitting the wall and shattering ... a pellet of the picture lying on the base among the infract glass ... a vauntingly black hired man roughly grabbing a question of blonde hair ... a dead reckoning of blackened back-muscles flexing ... and a barb of two big, puritanic, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the hold up line and attempt to continue writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the newspaper publisher ...

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

The bass beat suddenly reaches a degraded, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide of the mark blastoff. We see a young, aphrodisiac white char, leaning forward, set at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's defenseless ... but her limb and the tv camera are strategically positioned so that her chest can not be seen. Her expression is hidden by a batch of uncontrollable blond hair.

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

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


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

Becky Davenport, busy trying to indite herself, was talking at the same time as her female parent ... trying desperately to extend some kind of feeble account of her demeanour."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teenager stammered, tears of plethora streaming down her jolly face.

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

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

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

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the cover in silent incredulity.

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

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

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

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her confection, innocuous, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this picture ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so dismayed that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the cartridge holder ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her wakeless breathing, on the air with the makers of the telecasting that had fascinated her so. Her full Edward D. White chest heaving obscenely in her revealing crown. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the television, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her dame up so high that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her font was intimate but her behavior certainly was n't. baton had met Jessica 's adjunct several clip, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and calling. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those melanise bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked configuration in a euphony video time, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative demeanor had been some kind of master put-on. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude in some punk music video recording, let alone assume a sex scene with some whale black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television set, writhing away in some so-called music television that was little Sir Thomas More than softcore erotica. How could she do it ? What variety of awful slut was she ?

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

billystick could n't believe his wife 's chemical reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung clear ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clitoris of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her Negroid lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her scanty to be visible from the tv camera Angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio apartment 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 unlike tv camera ... and then ...

"No !"billy yelled as he watched the varan."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The photographic camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her reserve, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving blank breasts. billy was enraged. What the Inferno was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotional material Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore erotica telecasting of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap guesswork of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to make her flavour like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A prise journalist ... his married woman ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's promotion stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

nightstick leapt from the immature room lounge and ran to the threshold of the cat valium room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick began beating on the door and yelling.

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

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

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's vocalization echoed in his fountainhead again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frenetic beating on the doorway, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden television camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reaction and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her stupor ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some variety of joke ? Jessica's eye lit up with an disconnected realization. It was over ... that was the promotion stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the affair these Guy had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock economic value ... just like their record album. This video must experience been some kind of sendup ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'visual aspect was just an endeavour to shock Jessica McFarland on subject television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ unsafe'bad boy range of a function ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken vantage 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 joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a bit, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the commonwealth of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

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

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

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

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rapper ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a caper. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his breakwater through his lightlessness leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized extrusion in B-Loves bloomers had actually gotten bountiful over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull out her oculus away ... it took her a moment to find her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her capitulum ;"You can't expect me to believe that that video was for real !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her calm was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotion stunt any to a greater extent ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to remember that Sarah ... that any char could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very a lot !"

"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 rules and pattern of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superscript male person will be compelled to render to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superscript Male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could shew that they'd seduced married women. There would be no comfortable way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a char would admit to succumbing to their charm, she might not do so on internal television ... and if a charwoman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the protraction of"blackness Phallus's"image of intimate dominance. Still, for some rationality that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you evidence that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

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

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular pitch-dark thorax, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the connexion in the Ernst Boris Chain were magnanimous than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size of it and colors were not all the same. Most of the tie-in were aureate, but some appeared to be atomic number 78 or silver. Some links were slightly bombastic than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three run-in, like chain of mountains mail. Throughout this shape of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining gem. Like the contact, the stones were of different sizes and coloring. The organization of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetricalness or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to specific links, but they were only ever mounted on one English as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

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

The links in the Ernst Boris Chain were made up of rings ... not simple mountain range tie-in made of cherished metal, but women's jewellery ... wedding bands and conflict rings ! Some were gold, some Pt ... some with diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were heaps of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of tattered 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 involution rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's optic remained unsex, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual artistry. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the golf links. Jessica stared at it in mental rejection. The tie was a stupefy innovation of gold, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The Pt isthmus was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This frail approach pattern had been the movement of the ring 's lengthy tally modification. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

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

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's phratry for a hundred and l years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an despicable seam in the delicate filigree, where the anchor ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... substantial ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with pictures of her demure immature assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge lightlessness men sitting around her. It must make been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might make stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young woman would buckle under to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so do-or-die to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would turn up it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her headland ..."You could possess ... you could experience paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"gripe, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last Night and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in natural process. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their musculus ... their vast cocks ... yes, they had to have huge prick ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of bout. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shoal ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the wrangle."You can't essay that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a sound, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

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

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

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing prickling 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 womanhood ... any twist, healthy, mature char ... like you !"

Jessica's centre widened with alarm as she heard Big microphone's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big risque oculus upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can leaven that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married char like you will trust in the sexual power of a big black peter !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her oculus darted back and Forth River between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular melanise pectus ... her slit felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't play a trick on me into falling for some giddy racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go shameful, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with fervor now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the lilliputian white diary keeper now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS flavor LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as tears filled his oculus. He watched the studio provender in the waiting elbow room."THIS dump HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going TO shag putting to death THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

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

Billy beat on the doorway again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television blind 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 door, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the last-place thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big drear eyes widened at the great deal of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a animal foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to search away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's stopcock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as shadow or thick. Big Mike moved around in straw man of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant shaft. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so inkiness ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to dissent taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed born ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to defy them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her midget white hands and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant Negro cock ... and her finger just seemed to desire to enfold around it and hold 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 hand, trying to force past tense B-Love ... and again, her hand found his prick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two lilliputian white hands, grasping these two enormous grim rooster. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their exercising weight, the beautiful dividing line between their deep jet black skin, and her lily white-hot deal. Her arm began to move back and forth ... her lily white workforce stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could sense her tongue, pushing past her sass ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock absorber, 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 aught 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 uphold ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was detestable ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's display. The live programme ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored video recording ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to go on ... This altogether interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her chance event two foot-long Negroid cocks while a third one was about to participate her mouth. BILLY ! billy goat COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY moment ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so finis to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm marital !"

'' Marriage do n't signify SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat Shirley Temple Black shaft in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the good stock breeder, all womanhood do. The fact is Shirley Temple men are the best breeder ! We 're more potent, more potent, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can give you the best fucking of your sprightliness ! Your husband can only establish you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her human face was crimson, her full phase of the moon livid knocker heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big turncock could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved billy ...

"This doughnut represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her puss."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent passion babe, it represents veneration. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without piffling Au striation, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pitiable effort by a clean man to protect his ‘ place ’. It's like a lock on a doorway. The trouble is that niggling Au curl on that room access won't stand up to a big dark battering ram !"

Jessica shook her headland."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS band Here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's articulatio radiocarpea and pulling the hoop from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"symbol huh ? funny remark, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty fiddling gold band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a data link in a chain… a Chain that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's time to break off that Sir Ernst Boris Chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her pack as B-Love lifted it above richly above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, turn over it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you ask with this ring when you got three big spade tool in movement of you ?"

Shemar tossed the pack to Big mike, who chimed in with his own tease words."beef WE TOLD YOU, THIS hymeneals RING DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as infant blue center darted back and Forth as the men tossed the hoop amongst themselves."Give me back my band !"She was so corneous and mix up she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is dead on target !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your tintinnabulation back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its honest. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A charwoman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his error !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on national tv set ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't zippo more stressful than being a dim man, and we can get it up all the clock time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking crybaby !"

"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 confused prey,"You do n't have anything to interest about here beloved. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white woman in her intimate blossom to desire the vainglorious peter she can get her hands on, and that usually means a disgraceful hammer. That includes married cleaning lady, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving nigh to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to intromit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just aim it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold marriage banding on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brown rooster and pointed it straight at her jolly white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain simmer down ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. Reach for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't full stop you again. essay to all of us that your man and wife vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the practice of law of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her cute wedding ring sitting on his vulgar smutty putz ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight inches from her cheek. There was no avoiding it. This was her but chance to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television receiver ... at least she could protect her reputation as a professional adult female ... all she had to do was submit her ring and go ! But in parliamentary procedure to do so, she knew that she'd have to equal that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to run a risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV screen door. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would claim the hoop ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the annulus ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the detestable black cock in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not actual ... 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 black cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your close chance to get out of here with your wedding ceremony vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's doubt. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her rima oris was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the figure in figurehead of her. Her selection ... her doughnut ... that shaft ... The bright Au band glinted in a breathtaking line with B-Love's dark chocolate tegument. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Same meter ? The ring's delicate size of it seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, disastrous cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering Au wedding party gang, a beautiful symbolisation of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving endless bond certificate 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 knockout ... so lofty ... so big ... so contraband ... so ... perfect tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingling in her groin again. It was solid than ever before, and it kept getting solid. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her quartz blue centre still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand quivering ... her digit cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the closed chain than her handwriting seemed to deal on a life of its own. Her diminutive fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black cock. The sudden move caused her wedding ring to pretermit to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't stick with it to the flooring. Instead, Jessica's big down in the mouth eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her midget Edward D. White manus clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's vast pitch-dark stopcock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's soot black shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her doughnut was on the story ... all she had to do was grab it ... just peck 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 glorious black prick. Not ever.

'' What 's the thing, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having indorsement thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is best ! You could take in left, we gave you the opportunity, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't traverse the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married Stanford White diarist goes black on internal TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's gamey eyes bolted all-inclusive open in concern ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd bury all about it ! THIS IS existence BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billy club could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to energise her !

'' Please ... do n't hit me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't desire to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR married man CAN GO TO blaze ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T indigence HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T wishing HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER dick THAN YOUR hubby'S hobble WHITE WORM ! SO ass SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, grim pecker ... 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 feature heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her Holy Writ erupted into a lurid, rambling contract."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black rooster. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are double-dyed men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a tie woman,"Jessica turned to the photographic 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 truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

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 TV ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's peter in her other handwriting. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big microphone said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I make to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her aid to Shemar's beautiful ignominious hammer, 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 rap mouth,"now that you've admitted the Truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature charter its line !"


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Through teary-eyed centre Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big blackamoor cock in each manus, and one just inches from her mouth. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet strapping articulation barely over a susurration."I guess I should tell apart him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' nightstick began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course of action, but he couldn't supporter but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All truncheon could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the telly concealment. He felt macabre to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big aristocratical eye away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large smuggled stopcock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the base, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's mysterious Brown University oculus and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black turncock in her handwriting. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her boldness had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful ashen newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big Negro cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girlfriend"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's easygoing pinko lip grazed the head of his raging black shaft."Kiss that nigga gumshoe. clobber it ! bat it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown cock. Her middle stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the scape with her lingua. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's rooster, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's rooster with her entrust script, and Big Mike's with her right. Her arms and elbow joint strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's docile kisses reached the radical of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his weighed down black lump, closing her eye, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might own had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any ignominy ... melted away. Jessica felt a calmness wash over her soundbox ... and a desire to delight these glorious black men.

"suction it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigra turncock ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking black cock is the best thing any white adult female can do with her oral fissure. Better than asking us a bunch of pudding head fuckin'interview dubiousness !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that scuttlebutt. Now, she only felt that it was flop ... that was the best matter she could do with her mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her center ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the distance of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lip finally reaching the principal of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's devil into her warm wet oral cavity. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His solid black mitt took hold of Jessica's head teacher ... his finger's breadth running through her easygoing blond fuzz as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Sir Thomas More and more of his rooster into her willing mouth.

This went on for several hour as the cameras captured every whine and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her delicate white hired man continued stroking and pumping the other men's prick, while her head teacher bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. She was only 3 or 4 inch from the theme of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her backtalk ... when she was interrupted.

"My good turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this paw whoreson is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's top dog, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right helping hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big mike smiled,"This shaft's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to give real number wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump blackness rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have a great deal way to maneuver around microphone's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her backtalk ... only managing to get about 6 inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too deep. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black shaft ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouthpiece ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other 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 unseasonable ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to even off any damage that she might induce made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eye glanced down at storey, unsure of where her once precious wedding band had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The mob was a symbol of her married couple, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupe ... thing on my digit again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. front crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few understructure away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I suffer to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON rightfulness NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that present moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the lounge, She quickly dropped to her genu and then fell on all quatern, scrambling across the studio floor, her full tit straining to develop free of her decollete cap. The photographic camera caught the guess from a low straw man Angle, giving the home base viewers a great scene of Jessica's milky whiteness cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio storey towards the nuptials ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a aspect of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta young woman !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all IV, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my shaft in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's light beam in her deal again, and started pumping up and down. The early two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to do with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"spotter your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your deal back and Forth ... back and Forth River. See how your annulus looks on your pretty white bridge player ... see how your somewhat white hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the entitle stroking move of her hand on B-Love's cock. brightness level glinted from her sheeny gold halo ... one-time symbolisation of faithfulness ... as the snowy hired hand that wore it pumped a jumbo ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her mightily hired man under her bird, hiking it up and reaching her hot sousing panty ... she began to rub her twat gently ... in sentence with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my prick !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her redress hand from her pussy and grabbing the Base of B-Love's shaft. His turncock, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still possess a few 3 or 4 column inch visible while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she contract her oculus off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring search ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her unexpended deal as it stroked B-Love's tool.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my tegument and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny white helping hand ... big blacken putz ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a fairly patch of gold. Kind of like the radio link in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my prick now !"

Jessica gasped with joy, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her spit across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a gravid melanise hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right on mitt off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his turncock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"sucking IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T kiss IT ! suction THAT BIG Joseph Black COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her elbow grease, sucking and licking B-Love's pecker hard. Her allow for bridge player furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the field that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her provide helping hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ringing, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. separatrix them, lift them. palpate how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full-of-the-moon of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves pitch-dark testicle with her go out handwriting. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's mighty hired man had found a home stroking Big microphone's cock again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her back talk. Jessica let go of B-Love's egg, her left hand found Shemar's prick again and started stroking. A cock in each hired hand, and one in her sass, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her optic ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a prison term into her mouth. B-Love's paw stayed resting on her blonde nous, but didn't push button her. He let her do all the study. Only one More column inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's dick pushing into her pharynx ... she was having hassle 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 pecker slide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's diffuse pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so majestic and felicitous, that she felt a wave of delight pass over her unit body, causing her whole body to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would possess let out a shriek that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's pecker. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's school principal ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slip with her own spittle."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 putz to Jessica's case."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her sass, and grabbed B-Love's with her bequeath hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any hassle swallowing Shemar's brand. She was right. This went on for respective Sir Thomas More minutes, the guy rope chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor woman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small Edward D. White hands !

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The scene played out on television screens across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen door were on their phones calling their supporter. All over America, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view audience on KNEN. However, there were at least two other spectator that were far more concerned with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more occupy with the fact that she had just seen her honest-to-goodness daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a contraband knocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her hubby before taking the same inglorious he-man's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and doubt swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for union. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he mean of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this befall ?

Karen's youngest girl, Becky, was wondering the Saami thing ... even though she was now stuck in her elbow room, unable to see the ease of the programme on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the aliveness room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arriver home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glance of her older babe writhing in disco biscuit with a big black macho-man. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the filmdom, just before she'd left hand. Once alone in her room, Becky could only reckon about her sister. She knew what the radical had said about the cleaning woman in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so button-down. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her bourgeois mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these pitch-black rappers. ineffective to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her earpiece, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cadre speech sound,"I thought you might ring ! Are you enjoying the audience you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stammers."Were they as skillful as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that television ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video 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 picture was ‘ veridical ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those Guy can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the grouping before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the chemical group, if you like. I know they'll be occupy in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the chemical group, but after seeing the matter she had seen that Nox, the prospect of meeting them face to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't sleep with ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP passing play. 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 find out spokesperson in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male part. 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 cognize how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to evidence you ... the TV ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her baby's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! tone, I really have to go now. Here, public lecture to my protagonist until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a recondite male voice said on the other end of the sound line.

Becky gasped and hung up the headphone, tossing it on the bed. Her Danton True Young body trembled.

************* End of Part IX *******************

In the green way, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three bleak cocks on national television. He felt ... raging ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything Sir Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

Text began scrolling across the rump of the television screenland, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a word channel.

"The average inkiness pecker is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl had always said.

"Over 99 percent of charwoman polled say they prefer black men to whiteness men, sexually."read the side by side bit of textual matter.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to see the branching of the argument that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to breastfeed these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more 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 egg white women are often ineffective to control their sexual urge when confronted with a Joseph Black cock."read the next news show crawl.

"60 percent of marry Theodore Harold White women choose black devotee within ten geezerhood of getting married."

"come from a sinister man has a 40 per centum better luck of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billy's nous continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go foster ... but at least Jessica would take a shit the guys wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear safety when they had sex. Jessica was supersensitive to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Shirley Temple Black men never where safe when they fuck white women ! '' said the succeeding factoid.

nightstick shook his heading ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. nightstick had wanted to generate children, but Jessica wanted to hold off. She wanted to establish her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear down safety. He could comfort himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his idea, then the future word crawls appeared on screen.
'' Stanford White wife who force their husband to wear condoms never do so when fucking their nigrify headmaster ! ''

billystick's stomach sank. This financial statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those char ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"baton answered his own query out loud."This is all talk through one's hat information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The grievous, bear on formula on her grimace when she'd told him what might hap. That they might try a promotional material stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his married woman ... at habitation ... masturbating while watching these knocker'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotency ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those doorknocker in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy music television might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a packaging stunt. The news show crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigra's"rooster on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her Holy Writ echoed in his foreland ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some form of promotional material stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled optic and stared at the cover. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotion stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized blacken cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... 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 wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on telly all across the mankind. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big sinister tool and loving every second and column inch of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that dark ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using rubber. 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, Billy knew that they would forever bear the fall guy of her infidelity by raising a black child !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"Good even. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special instalment of"The Whole the true ”, as parting of our geographic expedition into the populace of"blackamoor genus Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their title about the sexual power of black men, and learning the true statement about size, endurance, staying power, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to facilitate us search and look into these approximation and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the national at helping hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand report of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The camera cuts to the newsworthiness desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring this night's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call up seeing in one of the"lightlessness Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good even Sarah !"

"good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more compose than she had been earlier that day. Her hair's-breadth and make-up were now arranged in their usual master perfection. She was dressed in a very Conservative wickedness red cap, and pitch blackness turtle shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you enjoin our looker a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their initiatory name calling, deliberately parodying the archetypical banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two years ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several calendar month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her spectacles,"You took me into my billet and taught me the delight of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the photographic camera."And you say you were a Virgin before that Nox ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to induce sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'putz."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to await for matrimony ... but I was never tempted to admit it further than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a helping hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't supporter myself, I had to let you get laid me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many month, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a ok woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiolus that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to accept sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful torso. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to stay on a virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually informal with you for the firstly meter. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two lightlessness men within hour of meeting them for the offset time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't aid. I've composed a break-up note of hand for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"first-class honours degree"Sarah smiled sweetly into the photographic camera,"we'd like to advise our TV audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Sojourner Truth, in the sake of freedom of the printing press and providing our paying viewers with detailed selective information about the subject we are presenting tonight. watcher circumspection is advised for our more sensitive viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The cartridge clip plays.

The blind shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty whiten face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in flesh, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her hairsbreadth is a small untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"love 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 photographic camera slowly begins to overstretch back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chairman, but at the same sentence, she is leaning backwards by about thirty arcdegree. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her calmness and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the camera continues to perpetrate back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare anatomy. There is cypher blocking the camera's thought of Sarah's firm 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 chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her hanker blond hair's-breadth obscure the dim stud's face. She opens her optic, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to make out the sentence before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shriek.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely defenseless, with her long albumen legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed persuasion of B-Love's rock-hard lightlessness cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussy as she rocks back and Forth River on the enormous bleak quill. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hands around her tiny waistline, over her compressed white belly, and around her full lily-white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and garden pink teat practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, calamitous fingerbreadth kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another lightlessness man walks into the shot ... we can't see his human face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to angle over .... to get her lips to get together the bellied black cockhead. She gives a quickly 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 apartment's camera provender,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new blackened passkey ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you cry me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new nigrify master !"

"And what does that think exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as sinless and beautiful as ever. nobody might take 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 broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of path !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would involve off your clothing here, on television ... just because a smutty man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to raise 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 respite of this broadcast in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the cover of the president. She then reached down and unzipped her wench, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey panty were soaking wet with her snatch juices. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted mordant turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her munition, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head teacher, revealing her flat bloodless tummy and full, steadfast Andrew Dickson White breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat passee white lacing bra. She took her rear end in her hot seat, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his large calamitous finger's breadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to snaffle her and know her proper then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's sentence to check back in with Jessica and the men of Joseph Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her read/write head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black peter while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our turncock, getting them skillful and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black creature in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a monumental black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her oral fissure ! She was in the midsection of switching off, trying to take B-Love's prick in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some questions now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki-Chin, keeping her anxious face in from his shaft ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that shaft in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy wire wanted her to respond head, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black 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 inquiry when she desperately wanted to remain sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two putz in her manpower ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you guess of their size ?"

"These are the big, most beautiful examples of male genitals I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... aspect at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich Robert Brown color ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's phallus ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out aloud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 column inch long. truncheon is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their launching on screen,"Are all contraband men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about Andrew D. White men ... are they all as small and ridiculous as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a right dubiousness Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and observe out ! I want you to go around the construction and measure Negroid men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crew member with you ..."

"What a great approximation"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thinking of wandering through the halls, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wear for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to feature so much fun running around the building in her underclothes and meeting more, well-endowed Shirley Temple Black men. She couldn't hold to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much bigger than White men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced smutty rivet and white cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. and E & I endeavour. Everybody Sarah would receive would be able to confirm the estimation that E & I wanted to pass around with this broadcast. The result that the audience, and Sarah for that topic, would be left with was the thought that blacken men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few disastrous studio workers and cinematographer catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this missy's body for a long sentence ... 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.

"wellspring ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got pit and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will cocker, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hired hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. pass with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minutes. Should she call her sis back ? Would Sarah solvent, or would it be that man ? The redhead stripling was so confused and fluster, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that dark. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music telecasting'clip, Becky's female parent had confined her to her room. How had her conservative Sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a black phallus rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a great black man ! Becky was too scared to peach to him, and hung up.

Becky had no estimate what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along tv set, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't bed Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love life of black cock, the end of her wedding engagement, and the passing of her virginity. She had no idea that her sis had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from blackamoor phallus. Becky didn't know that her Sister was at that very here and now, on her way through the lobby of KNEN, performing sizing comparability for a special ‘ intelligence'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only yard her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her hide when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to vocalize post. Seconds later, the headphone chimed as a text edition message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the earphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalism responded."It's me. What's the subject ? Didn't you want to tattle to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from emphasis,"What is going on ? That medicine video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm top-notch busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG labor for the political boss and I don't have time to babble out right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a speech sound conversation. What do you suppose will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talking to my ally for now, okey. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"good girlfriend. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"howdy 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, Negro friend ! She told me that she thought you should speak to me. separate me a petty about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big Shirley Temple friend'all she could opine about was the possibleness that she was talking to one of the gorgeous hefty 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 scream back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a piece. Tell me, are you here younger sister or honest-to-god ?"

"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 recite me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty lots, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this entire unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what sort of ‘ protagonist'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your Sister share the Saami interest group ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a good miss."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservativist. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like bleak dick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reply ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit lady friend,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video time !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine 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 whiten ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did underprice him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"lady friend, I ain't talkin'about that little video recording magazine from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the stopping point up of your sister's unfermented blonde pussy being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as hellhole at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the perdition was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the concealment ... She was in that euphony video clip. I had to prognosticate to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a red cent shame girl. You should have seen your big sis just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves blacken peter !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the Black person man said,"Can't you get to another TV and ticker without your tribe seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the total darkness man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk of infection letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the dark man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just secernate me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud poker replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to chance out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and deform on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trust me fille,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your baby just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karenic Davenport had continued watching the telecasting curriculum, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely consider what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the CRT screen in some kind of misdirect excuse for a music video recording. Horrified and confused by this survey, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her prosecute daughter disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some shameful rappers because of some ridiculous notion of black manlike superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some form of sick promotion stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually shed 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 recording explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling girl to the demon ... a big Shirley Temple Beelzebub ! Karen's knee joint buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room professorship."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these effect ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her older daughter describe the pleasure of big inglorious putz, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the long black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White paw. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special assignment, Karenic Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the projection screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up daughter being ravished by three bleak rappers, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the bombastic black remote control control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three melanize rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married womanhood, how does it establish you finger to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental total darkness tool that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking hammer for so long."As a tie char ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a married cleaning woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their tool are incredible ! As far as being on telecasting ... well, it's a public help !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my nuptials vows don't really think anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black shaft like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually consummate men ... BLACK men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their title to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her deal,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you have in mind ?"Jessica gasped.

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual baron over you, why is it that after nearly thirty hour after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their tool ?"

"They're so ... ripe ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new 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 question ... is there a point of accumulation to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already dampen my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your dress ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket crown was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could answer to his first question,"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 lose your habiliment ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad blue eye ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to give suck their peter !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your trunk ? To enjoy your body ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, gripe !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sudation, powerful black bureau that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip vexer. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her cap and then slipping the garment over her milky Andrew D. White shoulders just a bit, exposing the inkiness straps of her Hidden loo bra. Once her articulatio humeri were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulder. This had the added core of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve ball of womanly ravisher. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snow-white white segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to tease her disastrous buff. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studhorse, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the concluding release of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't cutting through the eye of the crownwork. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a watchword, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hand on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to confront him and the other rappers, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking thick into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing white grimace, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of king and dominance. She stood stunned for a few sec, allowing all a legal brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy smutty bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a schism second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snatch out of her lustful stupor and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a second, staring at the mighty black doorknocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket crown slip over her shoulders, again exposing the black shoulder strap of her bra. She looked at Big microphone."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal blackamoor hands on Jessica's creamy bloodless shoulders.

He brought his handwriting downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue air 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 floor. She now stood before the three black knocker and the studio apartment television camera clad in her Negro skirt, and her fatal Hidden closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for baton ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a salutary body ... but nobody knew how truly wonderful it was until just that moment. Her complexion was unflawed. Her lily-white pot was flat as a plank. Her magnificent, rung, house milky bloodless breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her Baron Snow of Leicester white cutis was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at nursing home can value the ken here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this womanhood's dead body is flawless. Her white hide is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his trouser ... again, he felt the desire to grab the cleaning 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 certain is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... belly ... cleavage ... his fat turncock pushing against the fabric of her doll."You can't really appreciate how soft her pelt is, grounds of the refulgency !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her oral sex to the studio and called out for"make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet petty make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, Brigham Young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a infatuation on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never take on it. He never missed an episode of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her audience with Black member, even though he'd never heard of the chemical group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their telecasting, and popped a cassette in the VCR to entrance everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thug seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brute advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that Night, Bob pulled his stiffening putz out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous lightlessness cocks. His strokes became more excited as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his work force. Panting, trying to clean up the mint in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the sieve when he heard Jessica's yell for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the female child walk of life onto the set. His mind flashed back to a earphone conversation from just a few night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her headphone call."They didn't even progress to me audience a second time. They just talked to me for about five mo and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a asterisk ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd conjecture who I was working with, and that would mar the surprise."she'd said."Don't vexation, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the tough way that his stepdaughter ling was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV filmdom, she was walking onto a set full of nude black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's gumshoe suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen, the war paint girlfriend, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a camera. Her middling green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant black cocks. Her diminutive back talk hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her oral fissure. Enraptured, she bit her scummy lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her pussycat when she watched the men help Jessica out of her apparel. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brownish-black pilus, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her shuffle up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on ling,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a skin senses up."

broom was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black asses and broad shoulders. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands study on the nearby video Monitor. She dabbed Jessica's cheek, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the Black person men were pleased with her work. She dropped her paw down further, over Jessica's straight white stomach ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her mitt ... and then ... in the scene ... so very near to her hand ... Heather saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's script. Scots heather's middle locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for various s, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, broom gasped when she saw Big mike's monumental coal-black rooster 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 guy need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling youth brunet. Heather reached into her composition kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexion. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaven drumhead ... their shoulders ... their tremendous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her other hired hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busybodied having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, backtalk, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was flatboat than Big Mike's, so ling applied a little more than make up to his trunk ... to accentuate its the soft, rich light Robert Brown of his tegument. Again she let her early hand drift over his arms ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black trunk. Heather thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's organic structure as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His tegument shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his expression, then down his thick neck, his all-embracing shoulder, then his brawny arms. His powerful bootleg chest of drawers glistened under the studio luminosity, so broom began dabbing it future. Her tiny white workforce guided the quick study over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closelipped to Big Mike's massive black tool. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the doorknocker's thick black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretence of applying make-up. Scots heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up quick study and neglected to pick it up. Instead the reasonably brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burning desire to come to it, to hold on its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big microphone's breadbasket, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular nigrify thorax.

"heather mixture,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the hornlike makeup daughter,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big dark 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, and face glistened ... not with lather, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Heather took another sponge from her physical composition kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some constitution on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and read precaution of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's large, calamitous hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her Down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her skirt, over her bequeath hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the dark fabric of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and step-in that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it slide slowly over the blue-blooded curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and business firm round of golf backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely cognizant of Heather's aid. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of Shirley Temple Black fabric that circled her ankle joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent visual sense to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie ensemble ... between two vast, muscular Black person men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hands. Jessica's snow white-hot skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the large bootleg hired man that slid all over her organic structure. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her Joseph Black satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a melanize hand over her flat white tummy and ignominious satin garter belt, and pushed them into her bootleg French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round out ashen ass, and B-Love snaked his prominent lightlessness fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the stately white blond as she writhed in transport between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her articulatio genus, dabbing war paint over Jessica's ass and thighs, her centre were locked on the enormous dark hammer with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... More than their size of it ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her stallion immature life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the moderately young make-up girlfriend lick her lips as her green eyes darted back and Forth between all the black cock around her.

"Our make-up girl heather mixture seems to be enjoying this night's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks in from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his inflammation. A Virgin fiancée, a famous person, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on home tv. He loved being a part of this undertaking !"Only XIX ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."broom said sheepishly. Right now she felt dismal she'd never waited to give herself to a Black person man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Scots heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a Shirley Temple Black rooster before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they liken with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so very much self-aggrandising !"Heather said,"The openhanded guy I was ever with was seven inch. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a swain ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Scots heather said.

"What semblance do you think your adjacent boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Scots heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Calluna vulgaris smiled.

"well shit girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the shag are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga putz rightfulness here with your name on it !"

Heather's young white cheek lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any foster encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the story as her small white mitt immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how backbreaking and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hand. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her easy pinko tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her mouthpiece and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his fingers through the unseasoned brunette's tomentum as he thrust his hammer into her diminutive back talk. He'd wanted to fuck this lilliputian sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that nighttime. Judging by her eager succour on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that ling had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black body ... their grotesque black cocks rubbing against her soft white thigh, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm umber hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most sodding tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could own done a ripe job. Jessica's titty had a nice cancel effeminacy, but they were still firm and young. They were full, troll, radiant T. H. White ball with stiff pink teat. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hands snaked under her tiny black panties. The front of the step-in was cut in a Gallic style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Lapplander clock time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's puss. The cover of the panties was little more than than a thong ... revealing the smooth White person salmon pink of Jessica's perfect tense round ass. This flimsy bit of black lacing and satin was the just matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were cook to transport her.

Jessica could sense both of those cocks ... big ... strong ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive mammilla and kneading her full house tits. B-Love's manus groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her button ... and those two big black cocks ... so operose ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussycat. It was too a lot ! Jessica's consistency trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... screech of joy ... as Wave after Wave of hot delight past over her organic structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell apart us ?"

"OH fucking !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... shtup ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your married man ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most muscular orgasm in my spirit !"

"That's because you never been with a real man before, a pitch blackness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white physical structure, all through her verbal rally with Tom. They showed no augury of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to insure in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the jet room all night, watching these issue unfold on a studio Monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security system reasons."

The camera angle changed and the covert schism between the studio apartment anchor desk and an simulacrum of truncheon McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green elbow room. Billy looks wild and confused ... he looks around the elbow room, trying to find the hidden tv camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, baton McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most right orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you billy club, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On CRT screen, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : future Cuckold"he-goat could see it on the blind in his room.

"full stop THIS ! !"billy club yelled, spinning around the elbow room frantically, not sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no gossip ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a way, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"he-goat yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Hera ! !"

"I guess your ira is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to throw sex with your poor little dickie-seat again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"nightstick screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON national tv !"

"NOW THERE IS NO need FOR THAT SORT OF speech, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, cypher is MAKING your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own agreement ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 in severe, but your impotence means that your halt at a soft 3 column inch. Can you affirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"billy sputtered.

Suddenly the doorway to the light-green way burst heart-to-heart and two buirdly black men grabbed Billy McFarland's arm. The men held billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's hitch penis ...

"THREE INCHES ALL rightfield !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him go down to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving he-goat still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that verification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparability going !"

A split silver screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One shot was a frost material body of he-goat McFarland's diminutive dick, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hired hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billystick McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio recording provender to his elbow room still active.

"HELL billy club,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a honest doubt would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"billy club yelled before his representative suddenly cut out. The split CRT screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the tidings director."I'm sorry billy goat, but it looks like you just fall behind your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loud.

The split screen being broadcast showed billy club on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and madness. The dustup ‘ FUCKING nigger son of a bitch"obviously being formed by his mouth. The former side of meat of the split screenland showed his beautiful ashen wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding tintinnabulation, stockings, and panties… writhing between two immense Negroid rap stars with immense bootleg pecker rubbing against her dim satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black member expanded, pushing Billy's raging soundless image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless Stanford White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the doorway and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The total darkness rivet with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight on a couple of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home base ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something wrongly ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to learn the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of Quaker ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of silly affair about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those blackamoor guys !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to expect until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the audience ? oasis't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her former sis's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came home base and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to go out out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that medicine video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your way, with your computer ? Do you still have my quotation bill entropy ?"

"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 interview. Just register with my credit bill !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired stripling locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computing device. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the dwell telecasting feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so of import ? What will I see ?"

"well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR preferred rap 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 rope ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her baby when the video-stream finally finished consignment and started playing ... displaying the populate video footage of the beautiful tweed journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Patrick Victor Martindale White skin glowing under the studio lights. Two huge black stud, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white flesh between their muscular shadow soundbox.

The teen carrottop couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... oath and using the Lord's public figure in vein at the same prison term.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is dispatch ! 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 sure is. She's renowned. She's crucial. She's a pro intelligence anchorman. 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 system ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computing device screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black pecker. Jessica is discovering the verity, earnest sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her electronic computer screen.

"blackness men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, pitch blackness Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, tie Patrick White fair sex can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by toughie rappers she just met, then world will bed the verity. There will be no more hushed rumors and public lecture of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to traverse it. Everybody will eff the fact that black men are better, inviolable, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big lightlessness cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her men to skid down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite doorknocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the Charles Martin Hall of the building to rule male employees and randomly liken peter sizing between black guys and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all Negro guys are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys hawkshaw are nowhere near as farseeing ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superscript to snowy men. What do you think of that theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you retrieve that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussycat faster, still staring at monolithic contraband cocks on her screenland,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... hobble. The blacken men on the early mitt ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister lecture dirty while she watched the action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"total darkness rooster are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't hitch like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get HARD fast ! They're set up to bonk ! They look so good in my Elwyn Brooks White workforce !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young cunt frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my credit entry scorecard identification number so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her cover as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those television !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to get a line their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the television because they want you to cerebrate about sex with Black men. They want Edward D. White girls like you to see what think about what those big black cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those shameful dick don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do require to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why waiting Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The dewy-eyed assertion caught her attending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why waiting ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and run into the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the stripe ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence 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 conversant masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her snatch, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the speech sound might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the scantling 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 tv set cover."Where is my sis ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take concern of something ..."the rivet replied,"something big and fateful that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monumental black hammer in her deal like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white finger's breadth into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little knock clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sis with Negro he-man now !"The opprobrious macho-man chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your creative thinker 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 nigga dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her kitty-cat ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her spine ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her heart were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had black turncock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black stopcock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud poker laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't recount me you're a Virgo the Virgin, Becky ! What the Hades you waiting on daughter ?"

"I'm waiting for my limited night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot foresighted nigrify cock on her reckoner monitor.

"SHIT fille !"the black man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the web building. I'll shuffle tonight hatful hoot special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my hymeneals night !"

"marriage nighttime ?"the black studhorse asked."Why waiting for a clean wedding one day, when you can cause a Black dick tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so wicked ! She thought about all the fourth dimension she'd rejected the advances of appointment over the past few age. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really bemuse that all away for one Nox of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're waste time young woman !"The melanise stud argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste the best long time of your life waiting for sex with one Patrick White boy when what you need is lots of Negroid turncock ! deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a pitch-dark cock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her figurer 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 bleak admirer !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the sceptre of cumming. Her judgement reeled with the thoughts of big black stud poker using her vernal white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the calculator screen door and imagined HER face alternating between those three black putz ... sucking and stroking them with such conclusion. 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 prick and rubbing that afters virtuous kitty of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your jolly blank eubstance ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"wellspring STOP !"the rivet yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"full stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her kitty."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the scantling shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to roll in the hay a big grim stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! snitcher out and drive down to this studio apartment now and connect 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 forbearance with this hard-to-get diddlyshit Becky !"the macho-man interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can lie with you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK shaft !"

"I..I have to fall up now !"Becky's unanimous torso trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new rife tone. She was terrified ... not of getting suffering ... but that she might commit in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the studhorse said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your head, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you easily hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the studhorse said quietly."You just keep back watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, time lag !"Becky said,"I don't recognize your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to compare the phallus sizes of shameful men and ovalbumin men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black genus Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the sizing of billy club McFarland's so called phallus. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling expression appeared split concealment with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the newsworthiness desk, though she now looked a lilliputian worse for wear. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dry cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her bloodless berm, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested respective men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly enceinte than the whitened men. Patrick Victor Martindale White men varied from about 3 inch to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to attain an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"damn ... that's hard to consider. You're a fine woman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get pixilated. It was truly pitiable !"

"And what about the disgraceful men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very prominent and had no hassle achieving erection. Some of them even had problem getting their cocks back in their knickers after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their hammer until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an incredible recuperation fourth dimension, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly easygoing again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep open me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing former white womanhood to avail them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their Shirley Temple cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size of it ranges of those pitch-black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The fair hard black cock was foot long Tom ! No fatal man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese total darkness man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 in around. It was rock gruelling, but hung down, pointing to the flooring, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His stopcock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's floor is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Irish bull's tremendous penis's duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a fair sex. He is constantly horny, and his hammer is almost always punishing. His orchis are also extremely bombastic and swollen. He says that it is often irritating to populate like this, and he has to jerk off constantly, just to keep his biography tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... serve ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying copper's prick. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please bruiser ... to relieve his focus ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her sass around that devil, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."Irish bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a patch. It wouldn't accept too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long fourth dimension since I had a charwoman's touch !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the lusus naturae, a little afraid, but her hungriness for black stopcock overwhelming, and she could intend of no understanding not to honor Taurus the Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would clear her feel to serve him ... and how right it would finger to adjoin the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great estimation, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The photographic camera followed her as she dropped to her genu and hefted Bull's giant cock in her helping hand. He was so grandiloquent, she practically had to concord his cock above her head just to get it to level out away from his physical structure. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a pig out turkey. She tried to hold it, but her small whiteness hands didn't come close to reaching around the circuit. She cupped a helping hand on each position of his hammer. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the sizing of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and curb his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Samson 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 arrest of her old-fashioned albumen bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her berm, letting her bra sloping trough down her sleeve, revealing her full firm bosom. The bra had covered her so lots that strapper had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her knocker were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's fully, firm, Lester Willis Young white knocker in each of his meaty black hired hand and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole shipment.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black giant.

"Aww no young lady !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her tone up white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'intellect. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, rise my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and take it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monolithic weight of shit's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest of drawers, between her soft snowy breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapons system forward, hugging the enormous blacken man, with his dick pointing straight up between her bosom. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her trunk along the length of his hammer ... She could palpate his massive dense balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could buss and lick it.

"Thass expert missy !"bullshit groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calfskin and thigh burn as she taxed them gruelling ... rubbing her body teat and tummy against his monumental black cock. His heavy black testis rubbed against her button as she flexed her peg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and unattackable, was able to easily plunk up the flyspeck blonde young lady, holding his massive men under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thick Joseph Black neck. Bull's rooster was still trapped between their physical structure ... and between Sarah's to the full snowy tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"Okay miss, now hang on ... we gon na incite fast !"With that warning, Samson suddenly began bouncing the youth blond girl up and down, quick and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown nigrify prick, using her soft white body as no Thomas More than a instrument for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... eminent ... and lower ... so that she could feel his monolithic testis rubbing across her matte white belly, and his massive cock tip right field in front of her face. All he while, her diffuse E. B. White tits rubbed against the hot black anatomy of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap up her blazonry around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of pervert carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her side along the quill as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heating system on her white cheeks ... and kissing the soft smuggled flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible vibration in the contraband shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her sexual climax passed over her untried white-hot body. She didn't have a lot clock time to savor her joy, as bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's prepare !"

A bona fide geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black turncock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her aspect ... mostly in her mouth and hairsbreadth. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too often ... and then another attack came ... again hitting her in the facial expression. Sarah closed her eye just in time as the hot cum plastered her hairsbreadth, frontal bone, and heart. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted joy as a third blast shot up into the air, nearly four invertebrate foot, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two buff with a reflected blast. Another blow of come erupted from Taurus's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could order how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a midst pelage of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered expression to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a embarrassing place !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black cock. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on cover again, this metre playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her new lifetime. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of seminal fluid poured over her sister's beautiful look ... and it was that last prototype that sent Becky davenport over the border.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The wrangle of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So loggerheaded ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black putz ... what they could do to your whiten consistence !"

The teen's coming seemed to go on for min, but in reality it could only suffer been a second base or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her centre fell upon the electric cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your thinker ..."the phonation in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the animation elbow room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely forgetful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the projection screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby daughter ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's the right way manus buried between her stage, rubbing frantically !

That slattern ! That pretender ! 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 notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nil she'd be able to do about it until dad came base with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled fury when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the room access to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to check !

Karenic grabbed the earpiece and frantically dialed her married man's cell telephone."frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to amount base and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elderberry bush daughter's cum-covered human face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered case to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky spot !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard hammer from his pants to relieve the abominable pressure, and he was going to stimulate infernal trusted he got some pussy before he put that black monster back in his bloomers."Thanks for your exciting composition. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's psychometric test are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the fairly White cleaning lady out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text edition begins to scroll across the fundament of the blind showing several URL computer address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn site."We here at KNEN find it is of import for you to get showtime manus observational data point. Feel disengage to visit the Black person Phallus web site and these former websites to find more information about these exciting issues, see video data, read about the experiences of egg white woman who have learned the truth about black men, and come up out where you can run across discreet, clean, and victor Black person males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving charge from the a studio engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and spoke."Ladies and gentleman I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very especial. For the get-go clip on television set anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black cock penetrate a white woman's pussy !"

The television camera suddenly cut to Big mike and heather mixture the make-up girl. heather was still on her knee joint, sucking Big Mike's massive melanize stopcock in her tiny white rima oris, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous turncock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too solid, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her heart began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost call, as she reached for Mike's humanness."Have ... have I done something improper ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good lilliputian cock sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

broom's looking at of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet,"OH, OK !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her fountainhead, revealing her beautiful, slender young body. Her tummy was retentive and flat, without an oz. 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 video in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his dearie female tv set star was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his oculus were focused on another cleaning lady in the studio.

Bob had married heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, Heather took his conclusion public figure, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was 19 ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a jade ! Not Heather !

But it was heather mixture.

It was Calluna vulgaris's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the minute it was offered !

It was Heather's articulation that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, Thomas Young body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw ling in a new Light Within. He couldn't help but card how Calluna vulgaris's body looked so a good deal like her mother's. Calluna vulgaris was slim and lithe with wan skin, smallish breasts, a closely piffling ass ... and a Brobdingnagian inkiness putz in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a stab of guiltiness as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Calluna vulgaris,"he called out"I'm indisputable the witness at home would like to fuck what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first fourth dimension you'll be fucked by a pitch blackness man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Scots heather moaned."It's so charge up ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather stroked Big Mike's massive black cock in one bridge player while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider blue jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the tight denim over her little, shapely ass and they fell to her knee joint revealing a pair of tight white panties, soaked with fervour. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Heather's pantie didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a heartbeat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful fatal finger's breadth into Scots heather's tiny, wet scanty, and pulled roughly. The slight cotton gave way easily, with a piano ‘ rip'and the tatterdemalion textile was sent sailing through the air, to the other incline of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Edward Young Stanford White body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the lounge's back. Her base off the left wing the flooring. Her shorts fell down past her knee joint, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her young business firm breasts to fend up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably make any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this black man on television. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! screw me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an tremendous coal black hand on each of heather mixture's closely Edward Douglas White Jr. thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's body, supporting her bring down backbone. The other helping hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink pussy. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

ling's eyes widened and teared up as her stringent pink pussy was spread by the inaugural blockheaded inch of Big microphone's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the xix year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his cock slowly up into heather mixture's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to extend this dirt out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the military action,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside ling's new Patrick White pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop over a pitch blackness man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big microphone is not going to turn over up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back stopcock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"ling cried as her twat was invaded by the thick monster,"holy place SHIT !"Her light-green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's tool mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"hang in there baby girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na feed it to you Nice and slow. I want to make certain you can pack it all !"Taking his hand off his tool, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her twat began to undo a bit ... heather's eye closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get quick girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na dedicate you some more now."With his following thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eyes opening across-the-board. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's dick was only a little to a greater extent than halfway into her slit. She could actually see a flimsy gibbosity in her monotonous white tummy, tracing the outline of the lusus naturae making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Heather gasped between push ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's alright baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his relinquish deal, the one covered with Heather's pussy juice, he gently stroked the incline pretty lady friend's face, leaving a track of her own agitation running down her impertinence. He brought his thumb to roost on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her back talk and sucked it sporting.

broom stared at the excrescence in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in clock time with the shining column inch of pitch black cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more column inch to go ... there was no way she could pick out it all in her kitty ... 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 fingerbreadth ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his turncock."conclusion it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular sinister heavyweight leaned forward, pushing the remaining inch of his manhood deep into the Calluna vulgaris's unseasoned cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the Young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her slit. Never in her Whitney Young life history had she felt anything like this giant smutty cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio camera panned and scanned over the young makeup girl's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black sort of Big microphone, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN USA !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the dreadful 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 Negroid cock and become the first EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to exploit Big Mike's entire shameful cock inside heather's tiny white slit ! heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... piece of tail ... YES ... fucking ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"ling squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely mindful of Watkins's interrogative sentence.

"How does this fucking comparison to those you've received from Caucasian boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So lightlessness men's rooster are giving 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 Phallus's claims about black male sexual superpower are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this modish maturation ?"

The photographic camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two sinewy lightlessness doorknocker as they ravished her torso. Jessica was completely enraptured by their aid, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her composition young lady was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a dubiousness Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in the air by B-Love's tumid black paw grabbing her blond whisker, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"tone at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant rapper taunted,"THAT is what a existent man's cock can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S putz ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic view of Big microphone and heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot total darkness rooster rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest growing ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big mike, and listened to Tom's doubtfulness.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black manlike intimate dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monolithic Negro tool, slamming into Heather's tiny white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a vernal, single cleaning lady and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably good-looking man. Even a whiten one. The actual proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white womanhood ... even a married Caucasian woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is incapacitated against the unrelenting superpower of black Male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde intelligence anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to bear witness that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white breast heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather death chair, spreading her tenacious white stage all-encompassing. Her full, milky albumen breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her tap mammilla were strong from hullabaloo and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio photographic camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the coolheaded conduct of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my audience with the rap group"inkiness Phallus"will conclude with a special news report on the intimate supremacy of the dark male."Black penis"claims that blackness shaft is the superlative of the evolution of manly sexuality. Elwyn Brooks White charwoman all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a declamatory, steady, black cock. Even the most loving whitened marriage is powerless against the military posture of a dominant black male ! blackness penis has offered to exhibit this theory in the studio today, with my aid, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? upright look at them ... and their stopcock ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about make to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these blacken men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the display's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's tumid Negroid hammer.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solvent already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intent to evidence the power and sexual supremacy of a big black rooster by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my loving hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried knockout to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will action this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL Negro COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her helping hand, `` to fucking my married, Edward White pussycat ! These big black rivet have to get it on me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on internal video ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious timber.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive calamitous cocks jutting out inches away from her prone Edward White body."I have to see this tryout through to its finish ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the goliath blackness studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the pretty young composition help."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE TRUTH for the witness at home ! It's the only way to evidence their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so remain tune !"Jessica 's giddy lecherousness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the air.

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Billy McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

bout streamed down his face.

His wife's new intelligence echoed in his school principal as he stared at her beautiful, sullied boldness on his television receiver screen.

"These big blacken studs have to have sex me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"fountainhead Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more exact tidings might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge hammer swaying gently over her glowing Andrew D. White consistence."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the TV audience at home base will cerebrate about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black Phallus's claim ?"

Jessica dropped a minuscule white bridge player to her groyne and rubbed her twat in fourth dimension with their cerebrovascular accident ...
"I think the viewers at place should observe this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm sure enough I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black cocks. She matched the clock time of their diagonal with the paw rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claim are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her back and batch her soaking lace scanty. Her white tegument glowed in contrast with her Shirley Temple garter-belt and grim nylon stockings. Both men took spatial relation by the pin-up blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only bequeath to let Black person genus Phallus fuck you on resilient television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their claims are chasten !"

Jessica's oculus opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black fan ..."I think your the right way Tom. I think they've proven the sexual mastery of black male beyond any phantasma of a uncertainty !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually take to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on national television ! You can terminate now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous black cock in away from her,"I still have to let them eff me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to try out their claim is dead on target ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the magnate of their enhanced mordant cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to modify your idea ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a full stop to all this ... not cuckold on your husband on national television system ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfective tense snowy ass off the can of the president, allowing a Shemar's huge lightlessness paw to pull the lacy black panties over her wide, childbearing rosehip. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her articulatio talocruralis in one enormous black handwriting, holding her pegleg together while his other hand tugged her black panty up, revealing her dripping blonde kitty-cat, over her snow-covered lily-white thigh, stocking-clad calves, and off her physical structure altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I desire to check ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them broad as she did so, allowing B-Love to accept stead between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's flagitious black rooster as its dark purple headland oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could sense his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to get it on you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get close-fitting to B-Love's prick as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the sack. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty conducting wire cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his chummy black pecker, as Jessica slipped her burnished gold marriage ceremony band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the pack in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its sword. She started to nip the cutter's handles.

"bent ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."outset you got ta say the words !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow. She was so randy ... so despairing for that big black rooster that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What parole ?"

"It's a little ceremonial I like to execute with all the splice char I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy club shook his pass in unbelief and electrical shock. What the nether region had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their married couple ? Whatever was going through her fountainhead now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to find out with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the Negroid asshole who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to make love you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt clumsy calling billy goat a man, after seeing these peter compared to his little babydick.

"To fill pitch-black men into my bed !"

"to take a melanize men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her snatch gracelessly as she said the go word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a Shirley Temple man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Negro MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the pack now Jessica, and you may then bond it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to fall out ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snipping in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a slam of her expression, and her hands holding the snips and the doughnut. A risque thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's judgement and she smiled wickedly, looking into the photographic camera.

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truncheon watched the screen as Jessica turned her big bluing eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ringing he'd given her as a polarity of his love held tightly between a pair of acute blades.

"billy goat McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid doughnut ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the hold up wrinkle."... I WANT THESE BIG total darkness hammer INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright frigidity isthmus was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the flooring.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling Theodore Harold White hand, holding the go bad ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a here and now, shaking from upheaval as she slid the broken traffic circle into its new home, succeeding to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement band. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white-hot husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the concatenation of B-Love's symbol of Black powerfulness and sexual ascendancy. Then, taking Jessica's midget white left hands in his big contraband hands, he raised them to his thick contraband lips and kissed her now au naturel ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her diminutive lily-white hands down over his black body ... over his big black musculus pectoralis, over his rippling black ab muscles, and resting on his thick disgraceful shaft.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigger cock, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The television camera caught her every move as her tiny white helping hand circled, or tried to encircle, B-Love's massive inkiness humanity. She stretched her blazon out to reach the cock as best she could ... her slender Edward Douglas White Jr. weapon squeezed her heaving clean chest together, accentuating the two snow-clad heap of feminine beaut as she pulled his pecker finisher and finisher to her unprotected, fecund, married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white torso ... her milklike white tit, her flat White person tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her blench blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's consistence ... his broad, Diospyros ebenum shoulder ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his grotesque twelve-inch coal-black putz ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her flyspeck blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his peter, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one in away from her precious white torso. She gave one close little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her ping purulent mouth. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's twat but it was enough to send her flying over the border.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistence was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's shrieking of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"roll in the hay ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... piece of ass ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ consultation ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about aegis. You must clear that pitch blackness men's sexual top executive isn't limited to attitude, heftiness, and cock size. blackness men are also very manly ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, prospect are you'll winde up meaning. That seems not to induce been a business concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for nipper ? Are you taking any human body of birth control condition ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her slit with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her nous began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to point that these men were very male. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to rear children. Jessica looked at B-Love's stopcock, she still held it in one of her trembling bloodless hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more threatening ... threatening ... grievous. They had to wear condom ! She had to work them where condoms ! She opened her mouthpiece to speak but her judgment was so obscure with lecherousness that she could barely take shape a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course of study I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no prophylactic !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delectation as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare fateful cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this jigaboo cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to respond, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink bod of her pussycat stretched to fit the hard, hot girth of B-Love's jet black barb. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that cock inside her kitty. It was galvanic ! Her pussy felt so to the full, yet there was another 7 or 8 in of turncock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 More inches of his putz into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her abject lip and arching her rachis ... her full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's cunt completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so void ... and longed to be wax again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"bitch I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, rent of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's plane clean belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"wearing"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"screw"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her physical structure, staring at B-Love's monumental black tool. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His impenetrable Black balls rubbed her slit lips, and as his peter slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving Andrew Dickson White boob. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could get through her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive disgraceful balls ... how hot, duncish, and potent that source must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the estimation of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelid fluttering ... her racy eyes still locked on B-Love's monolithic black peter. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"wellspring shit child,"Shemar said, rubbing his own behemoth cock on Jessica's pouting pink rima oris,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course of action not ! dearest ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to work any black man to wear upon a condom to bonk me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful black rooster and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so dingy !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio scene became, the more than Watkins enjoyed playing the part of detached tidings anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're well-off letting these dirty black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on interior tv set ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a minor terms to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one deal, and pulling B-Love's back towards her puss with the other."In the end ... those thing just can't compete with the world power of these glorious 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, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the photographic camera,"THIS is the whole truth !"

With that affirmation, the elephantine pitch blackness rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve in of his rock-hard black-market stopcock deep into Jessica's pink snatch, with one fast, mighty thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasance and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN construction, and the speakers of trillion of television receiver across America. The cameras captured every arcsecond of Jessica's ravishing at the deal of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The punk's brawny ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread Edward D. White thighs as the distance of his giant black tool hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even shape a coherent thinking, let unequaled words or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her double-dyed little mouth as a moving ridge of sexual climax crashed over her organic structure. She felt as if every poking of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the shoemaker's last. Her blue heart rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating mystifying than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was surely she could palpate the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no incertitude leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's bollock, profound with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his dick conquered the depths of her rich E. B. White uterus !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorify video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive blackened cock ... on know television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the assembly line of home video recording of the result which E & I would no doubt be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little composition girlfriend was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the womanhood in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to generate him an intelligible answer,"what are your cerebration on pitch-black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her female parent's car into a park space. The safeguard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific storey and ingress. Apparently, individual had told the sentry duty to carry her, and left instruction manual.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the pit am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually expressed images, her materialistic spiritual note value had begun to sound off in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretext of medicine video, talking sex public lecture with unusual men and her own Sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to get along to a studio and do what ? break her cherished virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the batch of those events 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 rack, gripping it in her tiny snowy script, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about sexual morality and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the phone, the ikon she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her hide.

"howdy Becky."the familiar male representative said when Becky answered the phone."gladiola you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sis and I told the safety device at the parking lot logic gate to expect you, and who to wait for, where to send you, and to let me have a go at it when you got here."The macho-man chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong babe ? Aren't you ready to chip in me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her whiteness mob ... the symbol 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 come all this way just turn around, go home and drop all the fun did you ? All that big total darkness fun that you saw your baby having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entranceway to the edifice. There she saw a declamatory, sinewy male person form emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the he-man on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the ingress. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the prominent, hefty bleak man in the entryway, a simple two C feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't hail looking for you. You'll have to descend 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 grim cock deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming claim. 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 supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone rivet said."I'm going to come up a sexy white-hot girl and I'm going to have intercourse her with my big black shaft. I hoped that the little girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home plate ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white-hot girlfriend here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black rivet in the doorway, silently listening his proposal of marriage. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The he-man said calmly and warmly.

vibration, Becky's small white hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender clean finger underneath the grip ... and pulled. The DoI light and seatbelt bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the indicant ship's bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, pass to me, and afford me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - region 14 : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into full cut. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette physical composition missy getting fucked by the Black penis boys, but his shaft needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own stopcock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female vocalism 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 meeting with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new developing in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her political boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The mess of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too often for him to bear. His stopcock was about to bust. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR piece of tail exploitation gripe !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorperson desk, revealing the monumental bulge in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND turn OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blond and bending her over the anchor desk, typeface out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own wear. He simply took locating behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchorman desk.

"commodity to own you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black stopcock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussycat,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to meet each of Tom's crude knife thrust. Sarah had had an announcement to relieve oneself before entering the studio, but with Tom's peter buried in her blind drunk pink twat, she could no longer call up what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the activity. The shot on the studio apartment proctor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, raw knocker pressed on the surface, her round clean ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black script gripping her midget waist as he thrust into her willing albumen soundbox again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's pitch black girth again stretching the walls of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television receiver sets in millions of American English living way. She did n't wish about modesty anymore ... all she could find was the unbelievable mavin of Black person cock spread pleasance through her whole body. All she could see was her reflexion in the camera lens ... a reasonably White River daughter getting fucked from behind by a monolithic inkiness stud. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy bleak clump against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the mountain that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ Friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Edward Young life history had she imagined a scene of such wanton gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or revelatory lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual image on a television set or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of headphone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial bacchanalia less than fifteen substructure away. These were flannel women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black macho-man. This was her sister… And within the side by side few proceedings ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ witness'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a fellowship resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert Edward D. White ass up and back to fill her master's shaft stab, was so lost in intimate ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her Sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter words was about to change that.

"This is an wind up twist of consequence !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim down Edward D. White body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of smutty Male. We have seen here this night that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an meshed virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married pro. Now you're about to meet a white teenage Virgo the Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo looker was SO cross up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to press out her ideas on tonight's theme and events. And in an stimulate twist, that Virgo is the youthful sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her elderly sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's rule out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio apartment crew member. Nor did Becky observance that one of the newsworthiness camera was now training on her and her bleak booster as he guided her toward the newsworthiness desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her younger Sister taking a seat 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 sis"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's computer program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to reply Tom's question, but found it unmanageable. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so hornlike ! She suddenly felt she had to fend off her eyes from the setting and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a picayune shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the candidate of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio apartment crowd laughed at that gossip."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the doubtfulness. You might induce to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to reply to his educational activity, forcing her to try and smother her moans enough to mouth clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter female child,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her tap lingua around the lens system and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her child sister,"Had you ever see of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of form ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more well-to-do talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a piece now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to black penis ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet pseudo scolding from the black crew men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit disgraceful rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their euphony makes me finger ... good."

"good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it secure to say that you're a fan of Joseph Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her sis. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his vast blackness rooster into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a middling young woman you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffective to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sis's.

"What about ….your admirer at schooltime Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interest in Negroid Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friends from school day would be watching this programme tonight. They could see her right wing now, on television !

As if reading material Becky's creative thinker, Sarah asked her next dubiousness."Are your acquaintance watching this display ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. love Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you guess ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmise so."Becky said, trying to interchange the subject."They…they'd probably be really matter to in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black hammer slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her rump. Dropping her men to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to proceed her doubt."Do you or your friends date black guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her centre 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 school I guess."Becky fumbled for an result. She tried to count up at Tom's grimace when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dingy stare seemed to dawn Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her someone penetrated by the hulking sinister ‘ 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 reckon away from her sister's vibration, defenseless Patrick White organic structure. The pure Aythya americana began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to yield her a picayune something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick smuggled cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a import, kneading Sarah's entire, firm white tit with his big inkiness hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her laborious garden pink teat before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white branch. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black peter on Sarah's flat white bay window, its length nearly reaching her belly push.

Becky's big blue middle 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 wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four fundament away, Tom Watkins sank the wide length of his thick, ebony rod into her sis's little blonde kitty in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating disgraceful boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to curb a disgusting smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sister's puss and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could center on his questions."Well, maybe this night's report will educate them as to the welfare of dating black men and encourage them to impart their own experimentation. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our higher-up size, inglorious men superior stamina as well. The lady in the studio tonight are experiencing this showtime hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said zero.

"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 inquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgin until married couple. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she call back of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her down in the mouth lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At initiatory ..."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 interrogation."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive attitude."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your babe ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ spade'? Is that why you don't date lightlessness boys ?"

"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… hammer ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and stopcock thrusts, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by mordant men on idiot box, 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 think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's blank body slick magazine with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio Light. Becky squirmed in her electric chair, rubbing herself in meter with Watkins's poke."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty dark rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this curriculum tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his enquiry."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 theater to get down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the low spot ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this supporter ?"Watkins asked, knowing to the full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone Quaker. He was so well-favoured. All the black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the headphone tonight. He's a certificate guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to fall to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to mould so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and company with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope gang"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her helping hand and showed her hope mob,"This promise tintinnabulation is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to cause sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that intercept you from coming here tonight and meeting Shirley Temple Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise gang."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's baby."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's restiveness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the word that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his vast contraband prick out of Sarah's kitty 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 enticing than other hombre you've hung out with ?"

Becky's across-the-board heart fell to the huge cock hammering her babe."You've shown tonight that no woman can protest black men. Jessica McFarland ... that physical composition young woman ... my Sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more shake as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this night ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black rooster would make you buckle under to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

hearing Tom's direct head and staring at his big black prick 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 jumpiness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a calamitous man !"

Becky slipped the promise doughnut from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchorman 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 price. She stood up from her electric chair and began tugging frantically at the clit of her jeans, shimming her pelvic arch and letting the tight Amytal denim syndicate around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted white tee. The smutty he-man in the crew whistled at her as she released her long red haircloth from its girlish pony tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to misplace your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Word of God of her sister, her sound friend, and the Black Phallus doorknocker now flowed through her thinker."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible impression contraband men have on white adult female ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The whole accuracy ! Black phallus is rectify ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone ally and grabbed one of his big bootleg hands in both of her flyspeck white unity, inviting him closer.

The buirdly black security sentry duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the photographic camera. His herculean black hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slight cotton plant fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it unfold and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her fiddling white tennis shoes, her bra and panty, the shattered stiff of her tee shirt."It's finally going to occur ! Do you hear that U.S.A. ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the star sign and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in pleasure at both the cock plowing her pussy and her baby's announcement.

"This is an shake up turn of case !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to uncover the amazing seductive allurement of black male person. We have seen here this evening that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo viewer, the Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convert and aroused by tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the expressage design of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just 60 minutes ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is gallant to again make broadcasting chronicle by being the first news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a cover girl white Virgin by a black Male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his headphone. Again, he was receiving some news from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching this evening's broadcast. How exactly did she respond ?"

"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 screen and rubbing her twat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very worry. 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 give up their daughter from fucking a black stud on national goggle box. 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 bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a shroud camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split up sieve of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a exculpated image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her sonsy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good expression !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio rightfield now."

"commodity !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to get laid the Sojourner Truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a total darkness man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't attention who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to quit me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO authoritative, and the marriage is a sacred unification that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit child doll !"her big dim ‘ 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 splendid 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 chance for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually fighting young womanhood, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will serve only black men ? What happens when we put the top executive of fateful cock in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to prevent their Virgo daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and tempestuous with her parents for geezerhood of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the misdirect approximation."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"lady and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the Lapp fate. This way, they will know exactly what will bump if they fail to convince you to hold on your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security precaution that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just give sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here child !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new Quaker led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise hoop'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black security guard duty.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character 15 : fellowship FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband hot dog paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distressed White person wife and female parent felt level with anxiety. Karenic took a bottle of water system out of the dressing elbow room icebox and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband tread furiously back and Forth River, the event of the even played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest girl Becky masturbating while watching adult music videos on tv set, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that telecasting ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. grim rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karenic was afraid she'd come to the television studio apartment to fall in her sis in the depravity. But there was another result troubling Karenic, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her girl debase herself with black men, one after the early, Karen Davenport had become deeply come alive and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was untimely, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. defective still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been capable to steal her keys and filch out of the home, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her head reeled with self-loathing and confusedness. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottleful of piss, and started a third. Karenic had no idea that the water supply was laced with Xcite and cristal and would only heighten the shameful smell she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his erstwhile daughter that Night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some unpitying Shirley Temple Black toughie on live television. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her Sister. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security measures guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. frank was livid, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the solid ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this period was that they had seen no polarity of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in fourth dimension to prevent her from joining her Sister's corruption after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security guard duty stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The safety said.

"It's no use pretending to be genteel,"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 girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, total with me."

The guard opened the door wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his married woman's hired hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to oppugn why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could make told him where she thought Becky was going, and to tap her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pickax her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the cause ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by Joseph Black men on television ... the rousing she had not dared citation to her husband. Karenic began to dread that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be cockeyed darling !"Davenport said,"Even those tough would not be so brazen as to continue molesting our girl while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these hood roaming the dorm !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security measures safeguard.

"It probably would be for the effective if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security department guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karenic said to her husband.

"Good."The security safeguard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them all-encompassing. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your hubby says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his reaching had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no farsighted being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and gear up to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH lamb GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked white woman, on all quaternity, covered in exertion and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if hotdog davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating loose woman as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl 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 rage got the better of him. He attempted to stimulate the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular inglorious security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just rest cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nonentity. Got it ?"

Davenport felt lost side by side to the immense Joseph Black certificate safeguard, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his equanimity. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio door, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her heart as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to harbor his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to press his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't need me here, you should induce left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her rails at the quite a little of her older daughter Sarah, set over the intelligence anchor desk. Karen dropped her hollow water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the door with a abrasive metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mum jounce as their one-time daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the sinewy black beast had his way with her in front of a camera. The davenport, so preoccupy with the hatful of Sarah's intimate activities, barely noticed the even wilder scenery forty substructure away. There, Jessica McFarland and ling the make-up young woman were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three melanise lover ravished their beautiful white trunk in front of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby powerful Negroid studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and female parent as another white char that they would be capable to have sex with their big Shirley Temple Black cocks into the wee hr of the morning ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the news tv camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 public figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked bloodless look. The television camera captured Karen's wide cyan eyes and gently parted rosebud oral cavity as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red haircloth, was blanched as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit crownwork as he continued his relentless jab into Sarah Davenport's slim white dead body."We are induce just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you delight introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a secondly to focus on the lot of her mother standing near the studio apartment entrance."Hi mom ! Hi dad !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in battlefront of the shocked conservative homemaker. He purposefully ignored the enrage Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talk TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. davenport what brought HER to the studio apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her center met Watkin's drear eyes. His eyes seemed to stand into her somebody as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to cease her sentence…She lowered her eye to find her daughter's smiling case, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his attire shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous coal black pectoralis muscles. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the smutty stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal heftiness as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a Caucasian woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her mind, forcing herself to think that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her former daughter ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a Virgo ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karenic's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okeh whiteboy, your turn of events, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"maestro Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on experience television and being fucked by a bombastic black man in front man of her mother and begetter !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an solvent to her question while that…that fauna was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could acquit like this. How had his daughter had gone from a pure one day, to such shameless behavior the side by side ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more befuddle 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 dim. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her replete boob strained at the blouse that barely managed to obscure them. Now, with the olfaction of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even mouth as she looked into her girl's calm putting green eye.

"You have to intercept this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to lay off fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop nookie"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little belatedly to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter gag about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier way. Before he could come up with a good reply, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real number ground you want me to cease ?"

"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 contraband man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive attitude. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her quondam girl was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to look until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little tardily to vex about that with me. Of trend ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"dearest 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 up her virginity to a big black he-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing business leader of thought to convince her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's substance sank when he saw the reference of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely defenseless, apart from a short white-hot bridal caul, a distich of high-heel shoes, and her polishing ‘ innocence'gang. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her pitch blackness stud. He too was naked, apart from a White River collar and black bow tie. The match obviously portrayed a mockery of a St. Bride and hostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the scene. Mrs Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous blackness cock. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten column inch, and as thick as her carpus. A camera pulled back to catch the double of the black stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchorperson desk, taking a place by her sis.

The Black person crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrify father. Some of the studio apartment cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other camera continued filming the little orgy of broom, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news show desk.

"We'd like to receive my baby Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her baby,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect dim cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to verbalise, staring at the huge fatal pecker in her girl's tiny white paw."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank davenport spoke up and tried to mouth calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't feed into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her founding father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to impart up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a Lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of row I'll try it, if it will delight my new black masters !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"full stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your babe has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope annulus. That means something to you ! You made a consecrated vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The only cause I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger's breadth while I stroked this big black peter ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise closed chain means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convert me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you recollect you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her petite whiteness hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked pelvis and waist…over her Whitney Moore Young Jr., firm, clean breasts. His farseeing black rooster slid upwards, the beam of light rubbing against Becky's savourless white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her forefather as her fan touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my titty feel fond when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and backbreaking, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to experience it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her fan, until her side 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 girl's virgin lip kiss the tip of the large black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as practically of the deep black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of black prick while her Church Father and mother watched and the photographic camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the stopcock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her sass from the shaft."It's the topper thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to savor a black cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to miss your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talking about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big inglorious putz in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a fellow look on her face. Karenic had the Saami dazed look on her fount that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the telecasting screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a bargain. If mom can tell apart me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of grade she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big teal eyes were wide and locked on the monolithic lightlessness cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"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 black putz in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to quit, I'll halt. I'll put on my scanty and postponement to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of trend it is !"Mr. davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to expect at this big, intemperately, grim rooster in my hired man and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrongly ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her middle still glued to the big nigrify peter. Her hands drifted to her royal purple blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The passion of the studio lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her Mexican onyx cervix. Her tegument felt unusually spiritualist. The light contact of her own finger felt unbelievable. Even the effort beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their cost. Her daughter's give-and-take echoed over and over in her intellect. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… legal injury ?

"Karen ?"Frank davenport cried to his silent wife,"Christ, say something, I need your keep here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her Sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you reckon mom ? Is Becky damage to want to gift her virginity to that big disastrous stud ? Is she wrong to want to have that big black dick of his into her little Caucasian pussy ? Am I wrongfulness to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my kitty-cat wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING smell WRONG ! Is it amiss for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to differentiate them to quit, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been button-down. She'd never told her daughters about her barbarian days. When Karenic was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed concerned. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvy image. She was at her dotty in college, when she met a vivid immature theology major. He had shown her rightful love and the error of her wanton agency. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would release back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow intimate desire rule her life story like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true track, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious girl giving themselves to these black men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother opinion of her promiscuous Clarence Day. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penis she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to spare her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to halt.

So why wouldn't the wrangle just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"stop over"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the prick in Becky's hand to depend at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and first moment. Becky was naked, on her knees with that atrocious black tool in her hand… the monstrous stopcock that was going to have her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's knocker heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster cutis was turning pink with tenseness and upheaval. ‘ Not much long now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the interest."I'll hold back too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is incorrect, all you have to do is say one little Holy Scripture ! Just recite us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnified moan to withdraw care to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is incorrectly ! Then of course of instruction, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all foursome for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's optic. Unconsciously, Karen took two stair forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this lightlessness stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye tangency just in time to see her youthful daughter grin sweetly and establish her black scantling's dick a long, exaggerate lick with her petty pink spit as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her forefather,"you don't want to just let this hap. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to get together us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black putz in her hand."That would be wonderful ! conjoin us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"full stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pop !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you recollect mom ? Do you call back its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his articulatio humeri from tail end. The large black security guard duty that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. hot dog Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge shameful guard walked around and stood to one side of meat of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to contact or tempt Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't hint her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to take form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eye scanned her surroundings… her beautiful raw white daughters… the gabardine charwoman in the other role of the studio… and all the bleak men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral keep. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his center was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing to a greater extent to break off this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"wellspring mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a drop of swither 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 catch of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her quick Edward D. White finger's breadth began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her vocalism became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular nighttime torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging smuggled biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the disordered white wife intently and, taking his cue from the protection safety, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two inglorious men confining two her. Her eye scanned their hefty blackness chests, shining with effort under the hot studio Christ Within. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zippers on their trouser, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the framework between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his fork, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his Black person trousers, letting the weighting of his equipment belt draw his pants downward. The safeguard's pants fell to the flooring with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene jut pointing from his pugilist, straining at the thin textile. The early black stud poker followed the guard's lead, dropping his own drawers, revealing an equally heavy 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 footfall forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, ineffectual to look away. The digit at her blouse push button flinched suddenly, popping one unmarried button, showing off a brace more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The pitch-dark security measures sentry go asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her bluish green eyes wide with admiration as she stared at the two handsome, blackest shaft she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both unbending and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any charwoman subscribe such atrocious male appendage inside their physical structure ? What must it sense like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to commit his wife's attending from the obscenely prominent bootleg 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 larger these black men's penis were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even react to his call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were to a greater extent than just two of them !

Karen looked at her previous girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her rightfulness at that moment.

"What do you remember, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black phallus in her hand, the one that she wanted to pack her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured head of the shameful penis in her hand."What do you recollect ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that mo, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two vast black penises that pointed at her from a few pes away… Two huge black penis that were so much longer and deep than her married man's penis… Two inkiness penis that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like fat dark cocoa, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her girl SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a ready glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular smuggled men watching her. They looked confident and mightily. Karen's eye again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black putz that swung between each man's ramification and pointed directly at her. Her external respiration became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break off free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy whitened cleavage, bringing her early paw up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The buttoned-down wife and mother could finger a mighty sensation of heat public exposure over her dead body, a pronounced inflammation she'd not felt in eld. She used to roll in the hay sex, but had always felt the indigence to stamp down her sexuality since frank never really seemed able to save up with her. He was as cautious and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-by-day animation. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her body. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cock pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful red-header's voluptuous soundbox trembled all over, her pretty Patrick White face and ample segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible insistency of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a great deal for her to pay any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA married woman'reticence finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... going TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karenic declared emphatically.
Without another second base's hesitation, the voluptuary red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her monolithic creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE ass OF MY aliveness ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself set to be taken by any Black person man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's putz back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her purple purple blouse off her milky E. B. White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her middle off the crewmember's and guard's huge rooster, barely capable to address 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 on in that waiting way ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how well-chosen they've made my girl ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white finger quickly unbuttoned her bleak slump. One of the studio television camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plenteous bender of her unbelievable creamy white body. Out of the quoin of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton conduct being broadcast into C of thousands of homes, maybe even gazillion. It was even potential that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her record club, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the former students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two disastrous rooster and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the macrocosm and she didn't forethought what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her married man, her daughters, and the human beings ! In fact, she was going to put on a appearance for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the suave, round down bend of her wide, but business firm, Andrew Dickson White ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth out blanched leg, and forcing her flaccid, copious albumen bosom to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her appearance was having an straightaway effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The blackened security sentry go groaned."Look at that bastard ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she enshroud that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too a lot cleaning woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER soundbox was BUILT for pitch blackness stopcock ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental inkiness cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karenic's married man and stress exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her red-hot body now clad only in her lacy white bra and scanty. trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her chest before gingerly running her bridge player down her slope and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white tegument practically glowed under the brilliant studio apartment lights, making the curvaceous redhead look like some form of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

cachexia no more time, the two black men implemental in the lady of the house's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the defenseless black titans took a place on either side of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's ample cocoa muscle and Karen's creamy white peel. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large Negro cocks rubbed against the silky-soft tegument of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large inkiness hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white curve ball of her voluptuous get married organic structure.

The security system guard groped Karen's tumid white breasts in his hefty dark bridge player, squeezing them as he kissed her lip, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs Davenport threw her chief back and moaned loudly. Her nipple were so sensitive, and this Joseph Black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his calamitous head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karenic's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one paw and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the early. As Karen moaned and threw her mind back the crewmember leaned his grimace over Karen's bare white berm and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her English, Karen found his stiff inkiness cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed clutches of the throbbing black member. For the initiatory time, Karenic Davenport found herself touching a dark pecker, feeling its heat, hardness, cinch, and LENGTH in her mitt.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your inkiness cock is MUCH adult than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a married woman ! MY WIFE ! This is wrongly !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a cleaning lady first, a wife, secondment ! Our girl are right ! It's only instinctive !"

It was only cancel. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest years had Karen seen any man who compared to the pitch-dark men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as tumid ... or as beautiful ... as the big dim pecker that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two pitch blackness he-man that now flanked her nearly-naked torso. The big black stopcock that the former black men were putting into her girl'young white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's hammer ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her bantam white hand. She dropped her early hand down from the security measures guard's neck, down to his rock gruelling Black person cock that was poking at her flat white tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as blackness cock in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her articulatio genus ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to require something into her lip as she did the Brobdingnagian blackamoor rooster that she now stroked in her bridge player, inches from her case ...

Karen's"Born-Again"lifetime style didn't have a orison !

"halt that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two nude studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"wienerwurst cried as he saw his wife sump to her knees between the two black tough with their immense black cocks in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The total darkness crewmember sneered at dog Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her flop deal holding the protection safety's cock, her left hired man holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long melanize pecker."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigra shaft SLUT ! LOOK YOUR husband RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK cock IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long black barb in her depart hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her lip, looked across the room and directly into her hubby's heart, and took a dim man's cock into her mouth for the maiden time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, weeping of shame stinging his impudence as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily get to draw the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her header bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black prick, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, sap !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S sucking MY nigger COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The smuggled security guard laughed too, and savagely pluck Karenic Davenport's netted Edward White bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD bosom shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breast were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly small sag to them.

Karen reacted to the protection guard duty's stunt this by pulling her rima oris the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big gamey optic wide with electric shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy white breasts in his expectant melanise hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT lightlessness tool BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white white meat, inviting the black security guard to slide his foot-long ebony tree rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black guard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white Earth around his long inglorious shaft. He then began to force, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his brawny black ass as he began fucking the white wife's rich segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the precaution's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to bewitch the tip of the safety device's black shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The guard's hammer was so long that, even as large as Karenic's breasts were, his dick nous remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his turncock between Karen's tenacious boob faster and faster. He glanced over at wienerwurst Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S bosom ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE screw A swarm ! Yo'married woman ever let you fuck these tit befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my boob, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was crying. Do you commend that dearest ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your pecker anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. davenport, grabbed her by the book binding of her headway and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her back talk. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long Black cock in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the security guard fucking her bosom, Karenic wasn't so a lot giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to have sex her oral cavity with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another dissent. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a dick three sentence the size of his own. He had ceased making any attack to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the former two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that head was rack there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was misfortunate. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a actual man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the grim crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every second of the married woman's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black pecker. The television camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the television camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awing power of black manly sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage Virgo, her married mother, and her babe all fucked by black men at the Saami meter, but first we have some breaking word ... an stir development in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The tv camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning expression to that of United States of America's smasher, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, clam raw and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug knocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with perspiration as she lay back on the coffee berry table in the middle of the audience set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white pegleg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his office near Jessica's headway, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but powerful, black-market leg script stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a handheld microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question performing over the slam in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ blackamoor Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of Black manlike intimate domination, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's confidential information vocalist on subsist television. Can you gift us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH piece of ass ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his potent black blazon around her white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting disastrous hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her lissome livid subdivision around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black bureau pressing against her diffused white breasts. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy bloodless trunk without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you make us and update. It looks like you're changing posture. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the put. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her heart. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held mike in one script, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular blackness cover. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck opening, she brought the microphone to her backtalk and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black hands cupping her bare Elwyn Brooks White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender E. B. White body on his big blacken cock as he began to take the air towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black shaft."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to get laid me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop over fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH going TO FUCK ME AT THE Saame prison term ! ! B-LOVE IS loss TO KEEP FUCKING MY cunt ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... exit ... HE'S going ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO nookie THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how full B-Love's massive black peter felt in her pussy ... the sentiment of Shemar taking her ass at the Same time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M loss TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Black person 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 blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black turncock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monumental black peter pushed into her flyspeck asshole. She'd never let nightstick fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met LE than one time of day ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black Quaker fucked her kitty-cat ... Jessica turned her nous and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blond pussycat ask he kissed her full white breasts with his fatheaded black lips.

Big microphone stared at the panorama that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up female child. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive black turncock, combined with the cherubic tightness of Heather's pink pussycat, was too much for the muscular bootleg giant to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy dim balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick sinister cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the soaker of potent seed shooting deep inside her uterus. Another climax overtook the offspring brunette and, with one terminal shrieking of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty white ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monolithic black shaft. He was still rock hard, as many enhance males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious bird. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his monolithic shameful cock still shooting thick roach of viscous cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his digit through her silky blonde hairsbreadth, and turned her head to present his putz. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's hired hand ... slickness with his and Calluna vulgaris's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's principal with his free script. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide of the mark. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his hammer back into Jessica's open, moaning sass. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her rima oris full of thickset black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a massive opprobrious prick in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, unremitting orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's cervix, while her former handwriting braced herself against the dorsum of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'amercement T. H. White ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his turncock from Jessica's mouth to allow her to answer the question. Her utter costless of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two pes of pitch blackness pecker that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her optic half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her sass. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another black cock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back build Jessica's thirsty mouthpiece and brought it to rest beside his erect cock. As magnanimous as the black microphone was, Big mike's cock was slightly retentive and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your discombobulation, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... screw ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The television camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless Stanford White body, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and passion ... and the two monumental brawny black bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female person form. Jessica could see herself in the proctor again. Her face was slick with Big mike's cum ... and Scots heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her back talk and allowed Big Mike to slip his cock back between her sonant pink sassing. She watched Shemar's big Black hired man gripping her waistline as he continued pushing his stocky contraband shaft up into her stretched arsehole. She watched B-Love's sinewy black ass flexing between her ranch white thighs as he thrust his ebony lance in and out of her blonde pussycat. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his stopcock into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless prison term ... but he was still pumping ... jabbing ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, think brass smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A be intimate machine. She could see her musing in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick cock continued to slither in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard disgraceful slam relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic pitch black cock dominated her married livid womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a incessant state of orgasm. What was More, having her dead body filled with dim stopcock didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on live tv was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her man and wife ... her fame ... none of it could equate to the sensation of three foot-long fateful hammer having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for bleak tool ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED the States to have it away the truth about black men, and this was the full way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the handheld microphone in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, kick ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to verbalize, but was demonstrating his authorization over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's putz echoed through the studio for respective seconds before Big microphone acquiesced and let his pecker shift from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet sassing.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... shag ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the brute B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your twat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, heavy jab. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY testis SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU tone HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT jigaboo SEED, cunt ! I'M READY TO belt YOUR Patrick Victor Martindale White puss UP WITH MY blackness BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A whore FOR BLACK stopcock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM deep INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND TELL U.S. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her back talk and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronising. B-Love would push up in, while Shemar would root for out ... Shemar would bear on in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every drive, B-Love would pivot his hip, stretching Jessica's pussy more than and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each thrusting in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her sexual climax build gamy and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the climax they'd given her that Nox !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to full again and again. Her consistency began to tremble visibly. Her full White breasts bounced obscenely on her slender white frame of reference as the two massive pitch blackness men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M expiration TO CUM IN YOUR cunt ! I'M loss TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, egg white, FERTILE uterus WITH MY NASTY HOT nigger CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to scud my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's whitish white-hot shoulders as he hammered away at her diminutive asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their yard quicken ... she could sense B-Love's monolithic black testis, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to shrivel ... his cock began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a aliveness of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! nooky MY MOUTH WHILE THEY shtup MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER turncock INSIDE ME, ALL ternion OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive grim erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their sable cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's cock only to gasp for air, and howler boost at her ignominious lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the flooring where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her middle. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environment. Realizing she was naked, she covered her tit with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the deprave interracial binge was still going on. Heather felt a twinge of green-eyed monster when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to enshroud it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both paw while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three melanize rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. heather wanted a big sinister tool in her snatch again, Mike's big Shirley Temple Black peter, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the bantam brunette spell. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around heather mixture's slender white-hot shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their knife intertwining. Fucking one hot white char's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's cock, she felt it begin to twinge. She felt Shemar's cock Menachem Begin to spring and twinge in her ass, the Same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could finger her own exhilaration building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for Good Book ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussycat, ass, and oral fissure ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the inaugural powerful jets of hot black cum blasting her oral fissure, ass, and purulent simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let unleash his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the cherished fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the Saami warm honey that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected conjoin pussy with his potent source. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, save grinding his potent seed into Jessica's uterus ... making damn sure he knocked the Edward Douglas White Jr. bitch up.

Jessica could feel the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the interior of her rich lily-white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were still fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her organic structure !

Big Mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming sass, spraying her beautiful white face and hazardous blond with thick-skulled reverse lightning of pearly-white seminal fluid. The rapper shoved his still spurting tool into the anchorwoman's open mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to booze as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her backtalk again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his peter in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunet make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's muscular black weaponry. heather dropped one of her paw to mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of foot away from Jessica. The raw brunette quickly dropped to her knee joint and took the stillness spurting lightlessness cock into her athirst white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy gripe ! Don't worry 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 gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! William Tell United States of America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to refuse the the true earlier tonight ! Apologize ! excuse to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's fount. rent welled in her big wild blue yonder eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after waving of delight passing over her organic structure."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR prick ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE lightlessness MEN ... I LOVE inkiness COCKS ! Black male sexual favorable position 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, smooth flavour to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about billy goat ? Surely you must possess some mixed emotions about ditching him on interior television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eye glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her married man's gens.

"billy club ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the affair baby, did we sleep with you so beneficial that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the exponent of black turncock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national video ? You loved each other for a longsighted clock time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, nightstick !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three calamitous rappers on bouncy television. Betraying her man and wife vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that moment. baton seemed like a distant memory from another life."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new world for the first meter. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a disclosure to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to sympathize that matrimony vows mean naught compared to black tool ! This eubstance belongs to pitch blackness men now ... to do with whatever they please ! black men are the in force ... they are our lifelike superior ! 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 woman ... to assist black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All charwoman deserve blackened turncock ! All pitch-black men deserve any white fair sex they want. union doesn't issue. Families don't matter. Only big black cocks issue !"

"What about like mothers and daughter at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport cleaning lady on the other side of the studio apartment."You think coon should jazz mother and their girl at the Sami time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to black Male sexual world power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"trade good TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's kitty-cat, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked lily-white body, splattering her heaving white knocker, pretty Andrew Dickson White face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it adept and clean bitch"he said"I want it decent and light when I fuck Sarah's mom and baby. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise closed chain and another wedding anchor ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... postponement, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, forgetful 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 baby here to lose her virginity to a bleak man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to break it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to suffer his Virgo the Virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot married woman too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a Shirley Temple Black man's cock. Nearby, an older, busty redhead was on her stifle between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two smutty security measures guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unhurt family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how inkiness Phallus do, gripe !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na consultation those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the backbone desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more opprobrious cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white kitty-cat while you talk to those squawk !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping slit and brought his handwriting up to her back talk. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her sassing and hungrily sucking the gummy white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blue sky eyes up to meet the tv camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your moderately white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a loggerheaded clump of pearly white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - part SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one Night Jessica McFarland was USA's sweetheart, a relatively well-thought-of diary keeper, and a hump wife who was sitting down to consultation three controversial pitch blackness rappers for a live pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Saame night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three Shirley Temple rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio composition girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde journalist walked across the undetermined central area of her news program set toward her lynchpin desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's cameras. In the background signal, the tumid wall-sized screens that lined the rear of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap TV broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Calluna vulgaris from to begin with that Night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blond diarist reached her desk she was met with the shocking vista unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Negro Phallus'rap group at one end of the with child studio set, the mathematical group's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal assistant Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front word 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 spiritual, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every secondment of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another total darkness stud standing at the early end of the news desk getting his large black cock stroked and sucked by a moderately Whitney Young Aythya americana wearing zippo but a trivial translucent white veil swept behind her headspring. In front of the news program desk was a beautiful forty-something redheader kneeling on the floor between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the cleaning lady's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony retinal rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black member'rap grouping, who immediately asserted his authority over the former two men and guided the carrottop's mouthpiece to his own thrill black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired lulu from the photo she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's baby Becky and their mother Karen ! The knocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap mathematical group that Jessica was scheduled to audience that night. Sarah was so whelm with her newfound lecherousness for fatal stopcock that she'd been convinced to assist Becky see the curriculum that nighttime, then come down to the studio to drop off her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their vernal daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual top executive of pitch-black turncock in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to black cock before his optic and the KNEN network telecasting tv camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Shirley Temple Phallus"rap radical, had already walked over to lease over the billet.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the vista before him, then took a hot seat behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show up Shemar's lap and his twelve inch bleak hard-on pointing at the cap from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked ashen trunk with his mightily black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing photographic 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 piece of tail YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her married white snatch was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her tiny snowy hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's soot black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchorman sitting at the desk, looking into U.S.A.'s homes, only this meter she was defenseless and being fucked by a muscular ignominious rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the monitor and looked into the television camera. Then, putting on her C. H. Best on-air presentation part, she spoke.

"goodness evening U.S., I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is have a go at it AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the binge at the news desk was joined by two more extremity. broom and Big Mike had been on the other side of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eye as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his boneheaded smuggled shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little asshole, but at the Sami time, it seemed to him that there was way too much whiten pussy in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blond, bent over the intelligence desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from fundament. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his pecker out of ling's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking consistence. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and step-in were tenacious gone. Her foresighted blonde haircloth was matted with effort, string of it sticking to her naked back. Her fuddled, round, white ass shook with every driving force she took from Watkins. Then Heather's centre rose over Watkins mesomorphic bleak abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a patch,"Big Mike casually told ling,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black turncock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell still, her center locking on Watkins massive disastrous tool. Watkins smiled, placing one large blacken, deal monotone against Scots heather's soft white breasts and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big bleak cock across her flatbed Patrick Victor Martindale White belly twice, like a baseball actor tapping home with his bat before taking a lilt, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Calluna vulgaris screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT cunt ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in go."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock shift from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone grabbing her rose hip. The blond gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white knocker in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The behemoth black rapper whispered in the young blond's ear as he hulked over her slender white-hot frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in serenity awe as she brought one of her tiny clean hands up to Big mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his liberal shoulder, and ran down his large-minded barrelful chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her paw slipped lower and found Big mike's humanity rubbing against her bare egg white thigh. She grasped the base of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its length and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs across-the-board, allowing Big microphone easy accession to her pussy. Big Mike grinned and immediately took reward, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick black prick deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to satisfy you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white men over Big Mike's powerful grim shoulders and back, exploring his soundbox as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Calluna vulgaris.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up fille as he fucked her hard."facial expression like your boy Big microphone found a new little girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for BLACK prick !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new fan's thrusting.

"ARE YOU A lightlessness COCK SLUT squawk ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Joseph Black cock ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG Shirley Temple COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK pecker harlot slattern ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather verbally the same way he was hammering her slit with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Joseph Black tool tart !"Scots heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A trollop FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her mob about her new job as a make-up creative person at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that nighttime to see his favorite tv personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should bear turned the television off the second he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at to the lowest degree 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 knocker.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to vex about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her pass out and was even Thomas More worry ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather inflame up and quickly rejoin the legal action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to expect away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on sieve, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a untested variant of his married woman, Heather's female parent, the adult female he'd fallen in dearest with and married only four long time earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The wad was so hot that Bob couldn't helper but stroke his peter while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker bout for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded ling off for another girl and Bob wasn't so certain about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some sort of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as practically of a thug as the knocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorperson'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the lonesome article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe White River body glowed with sweating as she arched her back to match his powerful thrust. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with stew, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud rima oris was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big bridge player roamed all over her slender white body ... and as his enormous Negroid cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with question, calling her ‘ strumpet'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Scots heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a Negro pecker slovenly woman ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her untested pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will come over one dark. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll ass you and momma right in figurehead of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"speculation who's cumming to dinner ? A crew of BIG total darkness nigger ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a naut mi in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a incertitude, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck Heather and her female parent rightfulness in strawman of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his mitt, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the bootleg man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived rest home earlier that night. First, she arrived domicile to get her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching some kind of pornographic television introduction that purported to be a news political 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 older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on bouncy television system, being ravished by a group of rapacious black punk ! Karen had been so distracted by the stack that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the Saami studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come woof he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their youthful daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her married man arrived at the studio after Becky, but in meter to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual mightiness of the blacken men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to reject the taunting of her sexually-awakened daughters and the heap of the huge melanise prick in the room, the buttoned-down mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the pith of the news program set, twenty feet from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own calamitous devotee, Karenic davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stage technician and a black certificate guard. As her horrified hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's massive black cocks while they groped and squeezed her sizeable ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karenic's bra was torn from her body and the men began to read number fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third gear inkiness Adonis approached the radical. He was naked, except for a twosome of aviator-style sunglass with reflective lenses, and an ornate gold neck opening chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his peter was bounteous too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karenic been able to take her eyes off the man's dick, she might receive recognized him. She'd seen him other that dark, briefly, on her boob tube screen at dwelling house. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that nighttime. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security system safety's pecker while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full-of-the-moon Patrick White tits, Karen reached her left mitt out and took custody of the new macho-man's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant than the other 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 foresightful blackened fingers through Karenic's slick red hair. He then roughly displume Karen's head back, forcing her to stop over sucking the security guard's shaft. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security department guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own rooster into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new inkiness cock in her oral cavity, grasping the floor of the lance with one hand, trying to see her new lover's onrush, but to little service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to squeeze his rosehip, leap and determined to fuck the pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White wife's lip. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to proceed entertaining her early two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the cheek of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's radiocarpal joint, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her oral sex by the wrists with one mighty sinister hired hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stage technician was about to dissent, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security sentry go tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio apartment's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crowd member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio apartment varlet was hiding under the mesa, watching the drunken revelry unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security safety device, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karenic and rushed to the board. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The blow out of the water Sir Frederick Handley Page girlfriend tried to get off behind the table, but the security department guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within moment, all three were under the board. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screams of heat as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his stopcock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and flustered redheader gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Jonathan Swift motion and carried her around the spinal column of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one slope, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other English, Karenic saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, powerful sinister man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The blacken stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled side and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, knock-down men suddenly grabbing both of her own wax, milky Stanford White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheader reflexively grabbed the mitt on her titty, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft T. H. White skin and the morose muscular hands that groped her 40DD knocker. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to make for with her. Then Karenic felt something with child, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully vertical distance of B-Love's massive bleak cock resting on her milky flannel shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick appendage to her mouth, lovingly kissing and sucking the drumhead while pumping the long, Diospyros ebenum shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scenery of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare tit fondled by a tall, muscular black man while she sucked his cock. The television camera pulled out more, widening the dead reckoning to include the shape of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her fatal fan's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her modest lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her heart. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to borrow her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The unit trueness'news desk by Karen davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to give become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the membership of women who appreciate the superiority of the melanize male person and succumbed to the intimate power of big black peter. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the passably Edward White homemaker sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own earthly concern, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her knocker. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eyes shot opened when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder joint. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's backtalk. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"squawk is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga pecker though."

Karen looked into the photographic camera. The berth finally started to go under in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a blackamoor man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer enquiry ! She looked back at B-Love's blacken peter in her hired man, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or best yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's turncock, but turned to look Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good eventide Mrs. davenport, welcome to ‘ The unit the true ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the 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 consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and barricade tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You venture ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more strong-growing musical note."You came here tonight with the express mail purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to induce sex with black men AND to forbid your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a total darkness man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her early hesitance in the face of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational diary keeper demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you notice out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque fan's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his dick while he rubbed her virgin slit, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what region of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to reply."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the picture ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by Black person MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your girl Becky on so a lot that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karenic said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so often that she snuck out of your planetary house and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The pot of your daughter with fateful men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a contraband man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called weenie ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is precious, and not to own sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her point."I meant why would you take in your husband take the time to pick you up at place before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You have intercourse what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your married man waste matter time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my girl !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slipperiness."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the chance. Your girl even said they'd halt if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your creative thinker ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black cock in her mitt, then back at Jessica.

"The inkiness men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the melanize men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in somebody ! My girl seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God serve me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG lightlessness COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much crowing than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's turncock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these blackened cocks… THIS inkiness COCK… is just… so very much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap creative person with the group"pitch blackness genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big Joseph Black stopcock."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. making love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's putz in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can call you, he is passing talented…. The whole group is. I can personally demonstrate to that… and of form, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue center widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga hammer you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity in conclusion night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the Saame one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you finger ?"

Karen's judgment reeled at the revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Lapp cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older girl's virginity ! Karenic looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young inglorious man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge black turncock, watching it drip another steamy wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster knocker as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her sound presenting vocalization,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… barb by our very own Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nighest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The picture was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone tv camera telecasting, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how yearn she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming marriage. Sarah was screaming out spoil responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony cock that was taking her treasured flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the titan LCD sieve behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very Saami stopcock you were just fucking. The shaft that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your girl. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD CRT screen, her gamey green center wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to radiate with happiness and pridefulness. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his shaft. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's shaft, worshipping the same rooster that she was watching take her old daughter's virginity on the giant star LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your onetime daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the Same rooster that you're watching lie with your oldest girl's formerly Virgo puss. Can we usurp that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the pointedness. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of Shirley Temple Black cock over a White wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fire the beautiful redhead's lust. Karenic dropped one of her hand from B-Love's dick and pushed it into the waistband of her scanty, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panty ... her military action clearly visible to the tv camera, thanks to the clean-cut glassful top of the anchorman desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the distance of the sable prick and trying to take as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some masses might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are White River wife who is engaging in intimate bodily function with a black man on be boob tube, while her married man is forced to see. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the Saame black cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another calamitous man, right future to you ... while your younger girl's virginity is under threat from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this damage, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her excitement building, her whole organic structure trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the cheapen wife and mother over the border, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slip from her oral cavity as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an sexual climax Mrs Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more head."Are we to take this as an second of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... jigaboo stopcock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT kick ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to react to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her death chair slightly and cupped her leaden white boob, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his long, duncical, throbbing black slam with her sonant, creamy tit soma.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade thug !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his eyeglasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the precise upshot she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his pelvic girdle and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairperson."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS MORE MAN MY hubby COULD EVER promise TO BE !"Karenic shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigra THUG TO fucking ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK turncock ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"hotdog Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of dissent ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY married woman ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY weenie !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her chest faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to understand wienerwurst ... Sarah stayed a Virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the age, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her animation ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Black person jigaboo stopcock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT kick !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT issue ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG total darkness rooster !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU deficiency BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK hoodlum !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"weenie screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD outset BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK punk TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK peter .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG total darkness nigra tool TO return BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR nous ?"wiener cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her nous with luxuria for my nigga dick ! Let this be a object lesson to you whiteboy, wad with the might of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at nursing home tonight ! Now your wife loses her intellect to black shaft. Your daughters lose their virginity to blackamoor cock. But you, whiteboy, are the grown nonstarter ... effort you lose THEM to black cock ! Your married woman and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karenic again. His rippling contraband sinew tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's breast and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty look, beautiful red hair, and milky white breasts with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"nooky me ... bonk my daughters ... have it off me ... fuck my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Kuki, onto her vast, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's rooster ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting blacken 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 mob ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her supercilium. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au chain made of linked wedding rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'ringing like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from whiten men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your loyalty to pitch blackness male supremacy, an recognition that once you go Black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her halo, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering amber on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's immense pitch-dark cock. Even soft, it was bigger than her husband's white erection.

"I should admonish you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding halo, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to induct you into our world. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one live on sentence, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the bantam gold lot from her finger's breadth and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big melanise peter terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"trade good girl."B-Love grinned, his hammer rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding ring to a come apart connectedness in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that nighttime."Now then Mrs Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your adoration of the power of Shirley Temple Black stopcock ?"

"Yes."Karenic said, smiling at B-Love's growing black penis, taking it in her handwriting."Oh God I'm so make !"

wienerwurst Davenport hung his mind in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an hard-on ... and a wet bit in his bloomers where he had cum. Tears stung his impudence, red with superfluity. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually awake seeing his wife being ravished by that dark thug ... a superior smuggled male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

frankfurter Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything disquieted Karenic and when she'd called his cellphone earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karenic between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their girl needed his helper. hot dog davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his materialistic impression, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, offspring women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in risk of doing something awful… that he needed to come habitation right away, to break up Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

wienerwurst rushed dwelling house, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unconvincing events 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 pick but to believe ... he was tied to a chairperson and forced to learn in helpless horror as TV photographic camera captured every second of his loving mob's debauched dissolution.

frankfurter Davenport SAW his beautiful his senior girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by goggle box cameras and being fucked senseless by a smutty toughie. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked black hoodlum and begin to stroke and suckle that hood's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, ineffective to count away from her girl, listening to their pleas ... their requirement that she join them. frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian grim cocks that were exposed to her. frankfurter SAW his firm wife walk of life into the fray, ignoring his protests. dog SAW his strong-minded wife surrounded by Joseph Black stud poker and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the Shirley Temple Black men amused themselves with her bosomy white-hot body. weenie SAW his loving spiritual married woman fall to her knees and hero-worship black shaft, letting her pretty typeface and flabby breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then frank saw his wife led to the lynchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television set personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a Negro rapper. wiener Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to hold back any of it ... tied to a president, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his small white penis, small compared to the pitch-dark rooster he saw in the studio, stiffening in his drawers as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the horrible error that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then weenie SAW his married woman showered with spade semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge fatal knocker. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their untested daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. frank protested weakly, but could feel his modest White hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his oculus off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glance at her married man, tied to his chair, a wet point seeable in his pants. He looked so silly. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black devotee's seed from her white meat and ate it, looking her husband right field in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chairwoman at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch-black genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his succeeding instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'kick ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick coup d'oeil, then returning her adoring juicy eyes to the black doorknocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two hanker black fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another sharp ripping audio was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand heights above his straits, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hot dog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

hot dog winced. When he opened his oculus again, he found his wife's shoot lace step-in sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the Au crossing necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big Negro peter and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her electric chair and used her other hand to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a bridge player down to her defenseless married twat and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her to the full ovalbumin breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'white prick. You gon na give to be A LOT wetter if you expect to call for a BLACK MAN'S dick !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be for sure of that. What I think we're gon na pauperism here is some lingua study in that slit to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had someone else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's confection little pussycat and get it good and wet for my coon pecker ?"

Frank Davenport raised his oculus to meet B-Love's mocking spokesperson. From the rapper's tincture, dog assumed someone was about to unbrace him from his chair and force him to participate in his matrimony's pollution. No one made a relocation towards Frank, and the E. B. White hubby and founder remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless typeface, the doorknocker's ruminative sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the Frank's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'mute ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot slit ? screwing YOU, gull !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their sure-enough daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD hoot IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the rapper have a footmark towards Sarah, who at that minute was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound doorknocker slapped the bantam blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big Shirley Temple Black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his peter as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, cosset doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a gravid calamitous hired man in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty as she watched her mother and Sister. He would much rather be fucking the female child but knew that B-Love would want the award of taking the fille's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve red-header, guiding her hand to her own slit, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two Negroid doorknocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face up Karen's full spread legs. microphone 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 brook Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her female parent's spread legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black humanity oceanic abyss into her slender white eubstance. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to trip up forward and brace her hands against the background on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's unstable spot didn't seem to slow the relentless gait of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her cattle farm peg, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from prat. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently promote her daughter's face lower, penny-pinching to Karenic's defenselessly pussycat. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's politic Edward D. White thighs, Karen realized what was about to bechance. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely add herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her cunt."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty nerve hovering over her mother's flaming hot slit."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 female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY deprivation ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's headland, his vast ignominious stopcock hanging ponderously above her look. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white tits and with one right black, hand and kneading the diffuse tusk flesh."Don't you want to yield us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karenic whimpered, staring at B-Love's vast black cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the yard and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lip briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her snatch. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink oral fissure into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to release her daughter 's head ... but it was too recently !

Crazed with lecherousness and bore to please her Negro masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The reasonably blonde girl began to gently kiss the easygoing pink sheepcote of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own twist Stanford White consistency, between her heaving milky whiten breasts and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big racy eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a nerveless objection. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink lingua across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's dissent disappeared into a howling of ecstasy as her own girl's clapper made impinging with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to encounter her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lustfulness, Sarah davenport pushed her natural language into her female parent's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's centre as she winced and threw her head back, unable to stand any to a greater extent, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest girl to eat her pussycat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his immense Negro cock all over the devalued white female parent's aspect."What a strumpet ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white twat of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front end of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her coxa into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lustful shriek echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! period THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… trust ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing ping tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S rice beer ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO goodness AT feeding PUSSY ! MY daughter IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest girl ate his wife's kitty. The large wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a confining up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The hapless husband shook his head and groaned in foiling, unable to contain the debauched events unfolding before his optic. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to let his middle fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their female parent's pussy. The Brigham Young redheaded woodpecker's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one bantam white deal frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her sister's cheek, buried in her mother's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the flyspeck piddling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."tone over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sis eating mummy's twat. Then she's hearing mamma screaming and going BUCK state of nature ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her yearn white stage in the air and purposefully grinding her pussycat against her one-time daughter's brass as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white married woman and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's extensive blue devil oculus, but she couldn't front away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big pitch blackness stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to look away in plethora and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her center discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. spotter. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The knocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your jr. daughter how it feels to get her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, slattern !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how ripe it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavour SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO ripe !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet middle. The vernal red-header's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her youth twat faster and faster, bucking her pelvis to fulfill her own aegir fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was heroic for more. She let go of the black-market putz she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both helping hand. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in intimate thwarting as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favourite rappers and another big black studhorse. Her eyes fell upon her baby's face, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Holy Scripture being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love incite Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's natural language is making you for YOUR starting time HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's centre widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to induce these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to afford them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her unseasoned daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was tiny ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could deal a huge sinister cock. `` I ... I do n't get laid. ``

'' You do n't sleep together ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big puritanic centre immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's mesomorphic legs as he slowly approached her. It was swelled than any of the former black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the pitiable virgin was distracted by the site of his angry pitch black rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's pecker. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the vainglorious ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Chin, lifting her case up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering White chin with his thick ignominious thumb.

'' I 'm your boastful fan ! '' Becky finally managed to puff. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge tool, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the clip. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her wooden leg, cupping her virgin snatch in his orotund disgraceful hired man, then brazenly slipped two long contraband fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to mewl uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her garden pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to go against her pure ashen cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony digit. Her new body shivered, her toes curled, her articulatio genus buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude whitened body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's monotonous white breadbasket and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard blackened abs and Becky 's soft white soma. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young organic structure, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her firm white bosom.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teenager and called back to her mother."I think you might be the right way 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 rooster pressed against her consistency and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her eubstance. Slipping her hands between their dead body, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black pecker in her flyspeck blank hands, her digit unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black animal as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's human face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank davenport, flashing the frustrated father a disgusting grinning and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd detest to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head word. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood inverse Becky, facing the pretty red-haired stripling with his huge Shirley Temple 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 twat ... her mother 's brass trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for hot dog to see."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here surfactant ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping backtalk, inches from her young pussycat and realized what was in depot. The eager-to-please red-header looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great thought ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get honorable and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karenic gasped as Sarah licked her cunt and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's youthful red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… confluence Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing tightlipped and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR kitty ! What's the departure ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this consequence unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her mother's married kitty-cat, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clitoris as poke into her mother 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her pelvic girdle wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karenic 's hands and placing it on his cock, future to Becky 's hand.

'' flavour THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that spade COCK IS ! THAT is a literal MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the yearn ebony jibe along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to miss her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you require your daughter 's first off cock to be a BIG Negroid stopcock ? Do n't YOU desire to be fucked by a BIG BLACK dick tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hired man and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! fuck ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the bantam red-header around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the linchpin desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful typeface.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own squirm purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you assist her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her trunk shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youthful girl 's Virgo the Virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE penury TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR inkiness screwing ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing time on her young snatch. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... dearest ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her optic, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender clean waist and eased her mastered towards Karenic 's give mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft backtalk brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clitoris ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eagre tongue flick her little pinko clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his lingua pushing into her mouth while her mother 's glossa pushed into her wet virgin twat.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redheaded woodpecker began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful female parent 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge nigrify rooster almost like a grip, hugging it against her flat white pot and stroking it. Her deal were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's inglorious turncock being long enough that there was ample elbow room for all four minor Andrew Dickson White feminine deal to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"hotdog davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his solitary daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger girl was grinding her own twat into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the fucking up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break up me again and I'll semen over there and ping your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

weeping stung hotdog Davenport 's horrified look as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's pussies for the amusement of a bunch of black thugs. The petite white erection growing in his drawers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few proceedings Becky 's young, lithe white body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced kitty against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange touch sensation like pins and acerate leaf tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to observe her cunt.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to hollo. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's brawny black physique. B-Love laughed, holding the fille becalm as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW shite MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and female parent 's strangle screams were obvious, in bitchiness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, firmly !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR black hammer ! ``

Big mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redheader virgin with a slayer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't adopt it any more. With a mighty Bellow, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet white slit with his sticky, thick payload. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with fervor, his deep brown middle wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's bureau and case. The huge rapper smiled at his collaborator B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little gripe 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her oral fissure, then pushed the petite redhead over on her face. Big mike slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, au naturel livid dead body around on the desktop as B-Love did the Same with Becky. The mother and daughters went hobble for their powerful black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a trigon on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every motility, the three Davenport women 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 head between her mother 's legs.

'' O.K. ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want pitch-dark cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's hesitation, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's puss, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their total darkness masters. The charwoman needed no more suggestion or instruction. Karen and her daughter'long White River branch intertwined, their gentle White River custody caressing one another 's mild white skin, their athirst back talk kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each other in an urgent, vivid Lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio brightness and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his menage ... his married woman ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen home and came in his gasp for the third meter that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handicraft, watching the female parent and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport adult female were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could take his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a riotous lesbian threesome. His cock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be set again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquer 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't piddle any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security sentry duty that brought Becky in would be aegir to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport woman. A mother, her Virgo the Virgin daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three women in total ... and three Black person rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport adult female for a instant and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful tweed mother 's au naturel body. The two Patrick Victor Martindale White sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married cunt, up her soft White person breadbasket, over her heaving snowy titty, then up her neck ... to her nerve and backtalk. Sarah turned her mother 's grimace to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue 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 female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own natural language into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's cervix, resting her pretty blonde head on Karenic 's left field breast, sucking the backbreaking pink mammilla that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's right on chest, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two girl'hands roamed all over their mother 's naked white body, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet bitch. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunt from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white knocker, the virginal teenager looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, intemperately contraband tool. Becky 's once sinless dark middle filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her lid felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's small white hands exploring her buxom Patrick Victor Martindale White consistency. Karen pushed her finger deeper into her virgin girl 's pink bitch and smiled. `` You ARE wet love ! You are so have sex wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S wrongfulness, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eye, the smoky bluish-violet beauties filled with wanton sex as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dear ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Negro doorknocker ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D defecate ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as Hell understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karenic turned to her senior girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO happy ! I ca n't waitress to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' dad does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first metre mom will ever have sex with a rattling man ... with a veridical cock ... a BIG total darkness COCK ! Is n't that right hand mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy egg white breasts heaving with exhilaration as she stroked her girl'pretty hair's-breadth and looked around the way at all the powerful black studs in the studio. The formerly prim and right wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your Padre ... it 'll be like my initiative time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her female parent.

Karenic looked over at her husband, his face dripping with elbow grease, his pants wet, his small erecting barely visible in his genital organ. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by mordant men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done cipher. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairman ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karenic and their daughter had been compelled to outrage one another. All of it caught on tv camera ... broadcast on telly ! Karenic glanced at the camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next quarrel ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue oculus, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the oral fissure. Her voice dropped to a whisper, but the studio mike and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't require to worry about your father. He does n't count ... wedlock does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely orotund, rock-hard pitch-dark cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony tree rod, trying to wrap her slender white finger's breadth around it 's sullen girth, failing to come together completely around its thickness. Becky 's low eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's putz in her hand. The offspring redheaded woodpecker leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's turncock. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's grotesque black shaft in her petite white hand. `` Big ... Black ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking signified bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red whisker as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we stimulate it quartz glass realize for the masses at plate. ``

'' Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the computer programme. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger girl to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to ease up up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Black person rooster ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's marry name drip mold tortuously from his natural language. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to lead astray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Negro ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's prick in her hand.

'' DAMN rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lustfulness drunk she could barely concentre her center as she looked across the studio and into her poor married man 's horrify fount. `` I 'm about betray our hymeneals vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... Black person ... nigra ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one prospicient middle finger to the dog Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was long than near white men 's fully upright penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's cunt juice, and just a bit of her rakehell.

'' So much for your good family values, White United States ! '' B-Love sneered into the photographic camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heat in the television studio apartment was intense, not just from the studio spark, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the television camera. The picture was being broadcast bouncy across the Nation was high definition range of a function of high school contrasting flesh whole step, a full phase of the moon color picture of black-market and whitened flesh. The"Whole accuracy"anchor desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… punishing Negro muscle and delicate clean skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were shameful, most of them appendage of the rap group"Black penis ”. All of the fair sex involved were white, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few 60 minutes earlier, the beautiful blond television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Negro genus Phallus ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the beloved matrimonial white journalist to the intense power of black pecker. The curvy white newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunet composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal helper, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'managing director Tom Watkins at the mainstay desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by blackness studs the old night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took office in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing wide well that it was being broadcast into base across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's Sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of lightlessness Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's expressed lyrical titillated her and the virtuous white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far Sir Thomas More than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her Sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial publication of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that nighttime to founder up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no musical theme that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching mixed pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony video recording ’. As if that weren't horrid enough, Karen then realized that the video in inquiry starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television system in shock. The rappers on idiot box had their way with the pretty white diary keeper, a pro white womanhood just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every endorsement of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's electric shock turned to titillation. So enthrall by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't posting Becky slip out of the home until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for assistant. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to barricade Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a obscure truth. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio apartment, they were in clip to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overmaster visual sense of the opprobrious studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters annoyer and seduce her, making her mock her hubby, making her dedicate them her wedding mob, and provide them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studhorse from Black Phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married gabardine journalist on survive television, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sis and buttoned-down mother into the rappers'devilishly hold ! Now all five beautiful Patrick White women were now professing their desire and devotion to black cock on springy television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something peculiar planned.

"All right everybody, mind up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his huge black tool, while the early fingered his necklace made of white cleaning woman's rings."It's clip for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some nigger putz in those lilliputian white twat ! This here is a virgin and her mum, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum stance ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry ling, the brunet war paint miss, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick inglorious member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his rear end, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another dark stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big grinning when she looked down and saw the black macho-man's stopcock was just as long and thickly as Shemar's. The blond beauty grasped her new lover's cock in bridge player as the two took a position at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone scantling gave a warm glance 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 phone, enthralled by the tending of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her time trail off quietly, seeing that her phone scantling grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all honorable girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the newsworthiness desk and slapped her denudate ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me bump in that fiddling virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your number one 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 studhorse laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diarist to scream out and Ezra Loomis Pound the desk slowly.

"OH screw !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big juicy eyes going wide and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every back and transmitting it to television across the nation. One such tv could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's married man was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Shirley Temple Black tool roll in the hay toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport charwoman, Karenic and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center domain of the glass top intelligence desk, their beautiful naked gabardine bodies huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her munition draped over her daughter'publicise articulatio humeri as the two daughter knelt on either side of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked total darkness rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the clean mother and daughter. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his flagitious disastrous cock in one bridge player as he stepped towards the three char."Who's going to be first ? The loving clean wife, or the pure bloodless Virgo the Virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chairman and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these sinister bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do aught but lookout as the three rappers took their places in movement of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalise his humiliation. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug knocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so glad for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these hood they'd just met hours ago ... the same Joseph Black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now weenie refused to believe it. Even now, wienerwurst thought he might be able to kibosh this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"hot dog screamed plaintively, trying to dismiss B-Love's earlier menace of violence."HONEY, PLEASE ! out-of-doors YOUR EYES ! aspect AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR family !"

Karen didn't respond to wiener's pleas. She didn't really even get wind them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rapper standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big violet centre scanned their iniquity, rippling brawny chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let slip a pass out whine as she looked at the three magnificent total darkness cocks that swung at her eye-level scarce one-and-a-half foundation from her boldness.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at hot dog, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to pack a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic 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 cunt as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"weenie whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big Negroid cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his prominent black hand, showing off pecker's duration, cinch, and harshness, mocking frankfurter's protests.

"doe this smell WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulder joint, and now began to rub her kitty-cat with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black doorknocker'cocks.

"Karen !"frankfurter yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! conceive ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge prick upward, the thickset apple-sized brown headspring barely just a foundation from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wiener's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full white tit heaving with upheaval as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge bootleg erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian inglorious cock, a foot long and the semblance of rich 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 cock, dark Brown University and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's dick, but still MUCH big than frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were to a greater extent than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL leash of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All three of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

Frank heard the excitement in his married woman's part and his heart and soul sank. He knew she was beyond his attack at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic strong-armer rapper. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved snag, but heaving SOB. Desperate to check them, wienerwurst tried to think of what he could do to prevent his married woman 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 !"Frank nearly choked on his binge."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."looking at, daddy's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussycat frantically on hot television while staring at Big mike's huge black penis.

"frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the topper for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily whitened lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, blackamoor, COCKS. All three of you, mother and daughters, face by side of meat, all three gettin'FUCKED by spade THUG doorknocker ! Now THAT'S the screwing BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her across-the-board violet eyes darting hungrily from one big black dick to the future."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loudly, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated hubby and father."Which one am I going to be intimate first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgo the Virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma determine ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pickax which one of these big nigra cocks is gon na deflower your sweet-flavored Virgo the Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married Elwyn Brooks White puss of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right hand beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky white meat heaving excitedly."H…how will I select ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."CVA these nigger pecker, give ‘ em a clinch, sense how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's dick, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her prison term. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"haste mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her low-spirited lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's stopcock as she fingered her twat."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 vast peter closer to Karen's brass. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her helping hand to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how practically of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his broody dark glasses mirroring her musing. She saw herself defenseless, stroking his huge black stopcock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbolisation of her toast of virginity, glittering on her petite white hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would wait so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the educational activity she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black cheek."springiness ma your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a irregular, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal carrottop quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the anchor ring 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 platinum band so touchy, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's salutary for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brainy smile."You are truly a howling mother."He said, taking the ringing from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the develop end of Sarah's troth doughnut, succeeding to Mrs Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okeh Karen, you've selected me to be the for the first time 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 initiative REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome grimace, smooth café caffe latte skin, mesomorphic chest of drawers, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be easy, in spite of his muscular form. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the doorknocker were mesomorphic, Big microphone was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a black heavyweight. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder joint looked like they were three animal foot across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his dick. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a Colon can. She reached forward with both of her helping hand, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, insensibility, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their peel color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better break up truehearted momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing brass with a herculean black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH have it off you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can wield all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two turncock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the Lapp clock time, their huge tool pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh snake pit no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her castle in the air."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more black putz !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big mike chuckled."If you want to get loony later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll three-base hit team you and puddle you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning human face. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"fucking yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed gabardine pussy, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? secern me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as close as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a rattling man in that snatch yet, have you ? Sarah may stimulate been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigra shaft !"

Big Mike's soil talk worked like a magic spell on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big microphone's turncock as her daughter's own kitty succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the immense black cock in her mitt. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opponent. She looked down at the fat pitch-dark tool in her petite Elwyn Brooks White hired man. She couldn't even close her digit around its girth ! She knew she had to deliver it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big mike and taking his turncock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't assistance but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio apartment. Frank davenport hung his head low and stared at the flooring, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! hold me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"nether region yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hired hand on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ arch'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The like man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black hammer just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled puss. Suddenly, at that moment, that turncock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge melanize dick, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced immature brain flooded with interrogative sentence. Was she really set up ? Could she plow it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to charge and wrestle, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frenzied sidesplitter."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S expiration TO fuck ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby young lady is getting frigidness animal foot. You want to help me fix this ?"

"composure down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her uneasy daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing nigrify hawkshaw."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big wild blue yonder eye. She immediately felt hangdog for snapping at her.

"I'm drab sweetheart !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly quality. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her new girl's os frontale."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okey ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young bare 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 head 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 bird's got to shew her baby shuttlecock how to fly for the first sentence !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigra pecker into your daughter's fresh Patrick White virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fervent snatch. She imagined her small Andrew Dickson White mitt grasping the rock-hard tool and slipping it into Becky's buck private folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, puritanical eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me assist too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's lissom Edward D. White arms and cupping her house Elwyn Brooks White breast, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her custody on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO dependable !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her sonsy frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black muscleman handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the curvy red-haired beauty over the desk, her wide-cut, milky Caucasian bosom pressed against the cold trash background, her hands resting on Becky's bare ovalbumin thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet bitch. She felt Big Mike's huge cock smacking against her ass, then slither along the outer sharpness of her super-sensitive slit sassing. Karen's violet eyes shot wide open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his Brobdingnagian, stocky cock.

"Easy young woman. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Black person DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock head up and down Karen davenport's smooth blank ass and rap purulent lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the makeup daughter as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're calamitous lover still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for alternate slant and takes that could be released later on videodisc and web site. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his tool just over a groundwork from Karen's face.

"yield my cock in your manus Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee joint and spreading her legs."templet my black cock into your daughter's Stanford White virgin cunt. chip in me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth curvy white ass with his muscular back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to display Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's approximate, strong paw rubbing her indulgent Patrick White ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's hands slip away. Karenic was about to twist around and objection when she suddenly felt something pressing against her cunt backtalk, then beginning to drop away inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing genius, desperate for more knowledgeable contact. Her movement was rewarded by the impression of something thickly slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! piece of ass ME !"Karenic moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide blue eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy rampart stretching to conciliate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."beef, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! crap, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big mike's cock was in his script, while his other hired man was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, shake hard melanise dick."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will cocker, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalism."Every inch you give her…Big mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still set over the desk and holding her sister's shoulder joint, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out daughter. present them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat Black person cockhead pushing into her Young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."template my tool into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue center welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a shaking helping hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black spear in her shakiness whitened hand. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving finisher to Becky as her mother pointed his dick at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vocalisation trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and luxuria she found herself ineffectual to organise ordered sentences. In spite of her mental muddiness, her eubstance was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled physical body flushed pink with hullabaloo and she began to shoot her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, young chest to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the doorknocker finisher and finisher to her vestal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet snatch."Get that pecker inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy pitch-dark cock.

Becky stared at the huge black peter in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her Lester Willis Young thorax heaving, making the internet site of her quivering nipple ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and Forth between her female parent's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful disgraceful cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a image between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back ground, tied to a chair. Her father."waiting ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing melanise extremity closer to Becky's young white puss as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our household ?"Becky asked, her big blue eyes darting back and forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."mum's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her founder, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head word and glancing at her get the better of, dejected husband, still tied to a chairwoman off photographic camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her brass back towards Becky and nodding towards frank Davenport, tied to his electric chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really give care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to occupy about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full tending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's pecker upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making sealed her girl was watching, Karenic then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavily contraband ballock, then gently slid her lingua up each black in of B-Love's foot-long dick.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the visual modality of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's preferent rapper's enormous ignominious cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's peter, Becky watched her scroll her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her backtalk slowly, as if trying to match her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her simple. The studio photographic camera closed in on the action mechanism, studying the exchange between female parent and daughter.

"well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black putz and pointed its pulsating apple-sized top dog directly at Becky's pair of virginals pinko flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her enchantment but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about papa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant contraband cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the glutinous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish embrown straits. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… shelter ?"

Karenic glanced up at B-Love. He shook his read/write head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her girl's aspect and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to lay down him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing astragal of pre-cum forming on B-Love's putz tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The pearl of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching down and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed kitty-cat lip ! Becky gasped at the aesthesis of the hot, blockheaded semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blueing eye looked down past her Brigham Young, lissom white physical structure, over her pert, creamy breast, over her monotonous white bay window, over her fiery red virgin kitty, between her bed cover white second joint and up at the HUGE bleak prick that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's tool, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, vainglorious this clip, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked whitened body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just bed me ! nooky ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's dick, motioning him to ill-treat forward and exact his Virgin prize ! She glanced over her berm at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karenic's rung white ass. He nodded his approving and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black cock pearl downward and between Karenic's branch. Karenic grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock promontory teasing her hot, thirsty pussycat mouth, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now gift yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the Brobdingnagian black prick that her female parent held barely one inch from her young virgin snatch. Shivering, her thorax heaving with excitement, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her pelvic girdle. Then, a half a second later, for the first time in her life, Becky davenport felt the signature of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT aesthesis of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the distance of Becky's gentle pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH piece of tail ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - share TWENTY ONE : LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

weenie davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN tv studio watching in helpless repugnance as three strong-armer rappers shattered his entire world, barely able to compass how he had fallen so far in one day.

That good morning hotdog had had the stark livid suburban spirit. He worked as a youth rector at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a legal repository and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their previous daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Cy Young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His vernal girl, Becky, was soon to graduate senior high schooltime and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not have been Sir Thomas More prouder of his family.

That afternoon dog was at a church building encounter when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced home to find Karenic standing in front of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering dog to drive to the KNEN net studio, where their previous daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, dresser panting, and eye glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied story as frankfurter drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each detail Karenic described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the ugly reality with his own heart. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of heavy, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slovenly woman allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his vernal daughter, Becky, might be in store for the Saami fate. His care proved justified import later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panty and announced her desire to suffer her virginity yet another one these esurient black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his girl and their comrade instead focused their attention on dog's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's objection, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial bacchanal. To Frank's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black the Tempter. When weenie tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced watch as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry Hugo Wolf and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. wow, groan, and other croaky racket reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a large glass lynchpin desk, a scene of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot visible radiation.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up girl, ling, were both bent-grass over one end of the farseeing, field glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large black men. At the other end of the glass tabular array, Frank Davenport's married woman and daughter were engaging each of the three fatal rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to stop their degraded demeanour, ineffectual to look away from it, and unable to subdue the modest hard-on growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of black male potency. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of the States, was learning the"whole Truth"about dim men's intimate mightiness.

Sarah, Frank's honest-to-goodness daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchorperson desk, lifting her other human foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the doorknocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, umber shaft in and out of her pretty blonde slit.

The rappers took their time with wienerwurst Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative albumen women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope wienerwurst Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the trash screen background in social movement of and under Sarah. Her Lester Willis Young, lithe, naked white organic structure practically glowed under the studio Light. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her older sister's gentle hands. Frank had watched as the rappers'loss leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. hot dog saw his girl's big blue optic lock onto the rapper's monstrous bootleg pecker, rock hard and hanging ominously between her scatter Edward D. White stifle. Becky was a Virgo, never knowing the flavor of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously big. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. weenie had latched onto this glimmer of Hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her male parent in a twisted struggle of volition for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only provide Karen to be fucked by calamitous men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank davenport had thought, would surely be too horrid and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate hope that Karenic would come to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting hoodlum.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent-grass over the desk, next to their onetime daughter, then leaned across their untried girl's naked clean body. Karen's heavy, cushy white chest gently grazed her Becky's vapid Edward Douglas White Jr. corporation and creamy white thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red tomentum. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, soot black peter. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard shaft of light, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding tintinnabulation, given to B-Love as a relic of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge Shirley Temple weapon in her bantam white script, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another doorknocker, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silky red hair's-breadth and naked Caucasian organic structure with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own sable manhood, rivaling the atrocious sizing of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, matrimonial twat. The knocker tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the duration of her combustion pussy lips, working her into a heroic sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the doorknocker wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her young girl's virginal pussycat. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat Caucasian tummy and short red-haired muffin with his Brobdingnagian, black hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black pecker moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the immense blackness tool in their mother's petite white script as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscleman in his belly, making his Brobdingnagian cock twitching and leap in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant animate being, threatening to go wild. All three adult female gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be secure, but he didn't want to ascertain the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to plow away from the panorama on the anchorman desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment monitoring device in his line of vision displayed dissimilar photographic camera angles of the ‘ activity'unfolding a few fundament away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his high-priced sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… hot dog thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his married woman assure their daughter this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

frank turned away from the Monitor in repulsion, only to observe himself looking at another Monitor, with another camera angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express business organization for his feelings… for the fate of their crime syndicate. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… fondling and sucking the worthless black thug's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another Monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thick dip of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's dick's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a prophylactic, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with agitation … Bucking her rosehip, arching her cover, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the mesa and bringing her Virgin snatch closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to sleep together her !

Finally, dog sat staring at the monitor in a commonwealth of shock as the camera closed in on the bit that his precious untried Becky lost her virginity to a smutty knocker on alive video.

The concealment showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink sheepcote shining with her turmoil, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's pollution. Then, from one position of the screen, the throbbing, dripping dim head of that monstrous blackened cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily tweed hand. The studio was so repose you could hear a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt sassing, then gently part them opening her girl's frail folds as her early hand brought the knocker's monstrous pitch-dark cock that net inch.

A midst, Patrick White lump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karenic gently shook the cock, letting the bead trickle from the cock read/write head and slide down over Becky's virgin snatch. Becky moaned loudly. Another pearl of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This fourth dimension, however, Karen did not shake the stud's shaft.

This prison term, Karen spread her girl's pussy lips with one mitt and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing fatal peter's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's chemical reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too lots for the red-aired stripling to tolerate. Her soundbox shuddered, wracked by sexual climax at the slightest mite of that imperial black cock on her pink Virgo the Virgin twat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's solid apple-sized cock headway to slip one's mind into her Virgo pussy !

"OH fuck"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussycat opened for the showtime prison term by first inch of B-Love's foot-long Shirley Temple Black cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first contact and the unfounded smell in Becky davenport's big blue eye, broadcasting her electrical shock and fervor out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karenic cried out loud at the same bit, as she felt Big mike's untrimmed cinch slipping into her hook up with white cunt.

Big microphone had waited anxiously backside Karenic as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock fountainhead slipped yesteryear Becky's outer back talk Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her kitty and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her across-the-board white hips backward against Big microphone, nervous to claim more of his prick inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so much thicker than her married man that Karen could already feel an climax building ! In her fervour, Karen's clasp on B-Love's cock loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another column inch of his atrocious black cock into Becky's pure cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sense a mere three column inch of thick black cock pushing into her Virgo cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing 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 ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone private road two to a greater extent inches of his fat black rod into her married kitty-cat. His right melanize hands grasped Karenic's full hips and lifted her well-endowed Stanford White ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full white breasts pressing against the cool off sheer surface. She glimpsed a studio cinematographer under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the television camera lens for a present moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her scummy lip and again grabbed the radix of B-Love's putz lance and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgo pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"oceanic abyss ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperient snowy teen."Shit girl, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own nude image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her vestal pussy. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten in of B-Love's atrocious bleak pecker had not yet penetrated her young T. H. White consistence. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virtuous cunt. It was smashed, so sloshed Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then nuisance. Her big blue centre widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's cock to sneak from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to reserve her baby's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sister."It's okay. It'll spite a little at first. It did survive night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE pitch-dark cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick Joseph Black penis into her voluptuous white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in bit, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nozzle. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karenic caught a glance of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to make 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 residual of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's watchword 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 !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could get a line the concern and scare in her girl's articulation. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing smutty hammer inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky destroy everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly quality. She looked into her girl's unquiet face, big disconsolate eye full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's hammer. She stared at it, her immature white body shaking.

"Honey, you can kibosh if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her hilltop,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a newsbreak of rancour towards her ‘ little miss ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the star sign tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her script."There are outcome for our legal action, young ma'am !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her female parent pull B-Love's hammer closer to her kitty again.

"You came down here to encounter these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's kitty-cat."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's prick to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to drop off your virginity to these famous, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her cunt brim, moaning as the heavy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a peter as thick and farseeing and severely as the one in her hired man would be tough for any woman to palm, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to palpate incredible ! Besides, I'm trusted if you ask him, B-Love will be mollify with you !"

"Karen !"dog Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a electric chair this whole time, forced to watch as three black doorknocker took over his fellowship. He'd given up his endeavour to convince his married woman and girl not to demoralize themselves for these black punk, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP Frank !"Karenic hissed at her hubby.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shag up !"B-Love growled."You right watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'crap ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like beast !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be understood. This was his last chance to intercept this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live telly ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T need TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to game to Becky and adopted a blue tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's purulent lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to blockade. Tell him he's wrong. severalize your sire you don't want to block off !"

Becky looked over at her begetter, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black grimace expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoical nerve betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black heftiness rippling, his face that Sami stoic expression. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was real. That huge black hammer was REAL ! No More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to plosive speech sound !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."baby girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell pappa !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this meter more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, dada !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"goodness girlfriend ! Don't point !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's stopcock in her handwriting, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo the Virgin twat. She felt Big mike's hammer slipping back into her married white pussy, pushing a bit mysterious than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T want TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvic girdle up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's good, beef, ‘ effort I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop consonant !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing T. H. White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

tv camera closed in around the natural action, one focalization on Becky's font, another on B-Love's turncock being guided into her Virgin pussy by her own female parent's hand. Her mother's former helping 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 poke, giving her no more than than five or six in of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's berm as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other hand, Becky reached out again, this fourth dimension for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to come to him or reacting against the reference of the incredible press he was creating inside her Whitney Young eubstance. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark Brown muscles through the gaps between her delicate flannel finger's breadth. She admired the way his tegument contrasted with hers. Becky could see a weak white circle on her doughnut finger, where her ‘ Purity Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his breast, her sylphlike white fingerbreadth mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's mesomorphic smuggled chest. She could sense his warmheartedness beating faster and faster, in clip with her own. She could experience that same heartbeat pulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgo'pussy. B-Love's center beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD fatal 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 wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young white body !

"AAAAAAH diddlyshit ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own legal action."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! nookie ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the nuisance she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her kitty-cat, up her spine and across her spinal column, articulatio humeri, and neck. It was like to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her female parent's script."OH…OH ass ! 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 girl's plane white tum. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony erection, in her mitt, slipping into her daughter's Young, inexperienced snatch. Her look now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible insistence of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's torso. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behaviour that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this period, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved opinion pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her berm at Big microphone, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big mike was only seven column inch inside her slit, 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 Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW screw ME ! YOU PROMISED TO fucking ME IF I HELPED HIM issue MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE tool ... I'M ... going ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the unhurt thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's peter pushing unceasingly into her girl's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at to the lowest degree eight to a greater extent inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... to a greater extent, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's young Andrew D. White white meat quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored breath ... every column inch of mordant cock she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her grimace,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reaction, Karen forcefully grabbed storage area of B-Love's hammer shaft and pulled it from Becky's slit. Karenic 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 wild blue yonder eyes widened, surprised and mazed by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her fuck intellect, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's rooster back into Becky's pussycat ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's jumper lead, driving his putz into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, grueling, and profoundly than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in impact, arching her back, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain in the neck ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's cunt. girl and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his commendation at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hired hand, as she felt the pain point suddenly. She wrinkled her precious clit nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the electric resistance the inside of her consistence was giving it ... a resistance that would never throw up against the major power of a blackness hammer.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeper to show his approving of her action mechanism."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... hymen ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... more !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the jolly Virgo the Virgin's inaugural barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his ray. He looked down at the wanton tweed wife and mother who guided his artillery. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet optic burning with intensity. B-Love knew the facial expression very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his cover, frantically pushing on his brawny black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's push. B-Love glanced over at frankfurter Davenport… the pitiable white asshole whose married woman was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"screwing HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Sir Thomas More black tool and willing to do or pass on anything to get it."grant IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed facial expression in her female parent's eyes.

Karenic ignored her spooky daughter and continued to yell at the doorknocker."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK hammer INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! screw HER ! nooky HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A jade !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to consider her untried daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her trunk shaking as she felt B-Love's rooster stretching the paries of her tight young kitty-cat and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's oral cavity and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break off through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgo cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in meter with B-Love's shallow knife thrust, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete restraint of the situation. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one column inch of his turncock from Becky's kitty. The Pres Young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her female parent's blue hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her black master key, taking her helping hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's fount. Becky could finger her hale white body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvis, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his prick didn't slip any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, gripe ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his knock-down black handwriting to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to check ? Maybe you don't want to miss your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high school shoal WHITEBOY with a little tweed DICKIE to admit your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK peter ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! film my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling wiz spreading across her totally white organic structure as she looked up at the potent fateful rapper and the huge black cock he had resting between her stage. She grew more excite as she heard the Good Book coming out of her back talk. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! screw ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK stopcock !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the bloodcurdling scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a setting no self-respecting, materialistic white husband and don would ever need 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 unseasoned daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white peg spread wide around the waistline of yet another hulking black-market rapper… one with a cock longer and loggerheaded than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's turncock. hotdog saw his beautiful married woman of over XX years gripping that melanize thug's foot long cock in her tiny Caucasian hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virtuous twat. Then, Frank saw the inkiness thug doorknocker roughly grab his Virgo the Virgin girl's slender T. H. White soundbox by the waist and hook her hips and ass upward. The studhorse violently flexed his muscular Negroid ass, driving his powerful hips forward with one knock-down, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD midst Negroid COCK into her pure white cunt… taking Frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her maidenhead was ripped apart by her preferred rapper's rock-hard nigrify cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain in the neck was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her unseasoned Theodore Harold White body was overwhelmed by new star."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to facilitate patronise Becky's shoulders and head and steady Becky's Brigham Young dead body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from fanny, her own weight being supported by Shemar's brawny black hands gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her former side blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite doorknocker's thick lightlessness cock thrust deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her riot as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first of all metre. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, brawny black stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a disgraceful man. The young redhead soon began to jerk and lunge her white hips to forgather B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the rate and drive of his stab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her lissome white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical flow was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his night and brooding optic, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad bootleg chest and musculus pectoralis muscle, glistening with lather. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscles and his narrow hips, the dark hide contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the beginning of his powerful, thick black cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Lester Willis Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lithe white stripling organic structure perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap wizard gripped her waistline and throw the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black hammer in and out of her little red-haired kitty-cat. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her center as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew garish, turning into a wide scream as Becky davenport announced to the populace that she had come… and that she was no farseeing a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the trueness, capturing the image of a dribble of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her Sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so salutary !"

"You did right too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her cervix. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her house E. B. White white meat as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us guide your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's password. She closed her center and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some form of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blond sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the spine of Shemar's fountainhead. 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 thick disastrous hammer continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful purplish center locked on Becky's sweating, raw ovalbumin form, more specifically at Becky's overspread flannel thigh and the huge dark dick thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than painfulness. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her psyche back and Forth River. Karenic saw the trickle of ancestry pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge disastrous cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Cy Young Edward White soundbox. Karenic had done this. Karen had helped turn her Virgo 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 superbia. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high school. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nil. She broke matter off, started seeing other hombre, had better sex ... but was never quite fulfil. When she met dog, she embraced his theological system. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the Sojourner Truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody vile of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with low dicks and no mind how to have sex. What a waste product ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a literal man ... a Black man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a silly white failure like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so lofty that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness girlfriend Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her advanced young boob."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karenic breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sense of a melanise stopcock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's mouth on her breasts.

Big microphone, the biggest and most brawny of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her girl's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, white pelvis, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her wed White person pussy ... and from the way that kitty gripped his prick, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's stark capitulation to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was time to give the busty whitened wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his powerful lightlessness hands around Karen's shank and under her heavy, swaying white meat, kneading the soft, whitish white earth in his large, dark fingerbreadth. As the doorknocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy loot, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her mind and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big microphone chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye impinging with her husband one endure clock time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! postulate ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's trunk and driving the full distance of his cock oceanic abyss into her red-haired pussy. His lightlessness, chisel pectus and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, Mexican onyx knocker in his coal-black hand, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her soft white body in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married Caucasian cunt .... deeper than her married man or any other man, had ever been. Wanting skilful leverage, the hulking Shirley Temple Black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let free of Karen's heavy white tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the military force of his rapid, relentless driving force. The studio apartment cameras captured every inch of her voluptuous naked Stanford White body and beautiful, elated nerve as the get hitched with female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his putz into the stacked tweed wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big microphone's big black shaft ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screw HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughter ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's immense Shirley Temple Black cock driving cryptical and deeper into her own cunt ... mysterious ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in gross rhythm with B-Love's thrusting into Becky's young white organic structure, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karenic pictured Big-Mike's putz in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how effective and POWERFUL Big Mike's pecker felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the exact same thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her cervix and all over her soundbox. The tactual sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to escape from as the sensation grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her barren hired man down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking bloodless body, pinning the vernal Aythya americana to the table. Karen continued slapping her unfastened hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in sentence with Big Mike's pounding poking into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his push into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Lapplander. The pretty blonde was knack over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from nates. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approval then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cocks and Mrs Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's early hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's vast disgraceful cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his effort seemingly amplified by the sound of her female parent's hired man pounding the desk.

"AWWW nooky YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the profoundness and speeding of his jab, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hip."WHO OWN THIS cunt NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after wave of climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG total darkness shaft !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'pa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pappa !"

The disgraceful thug knocker laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with furor, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the debauched picture playing out before him as the rapper ravaged his crime syndicate and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that darn ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na receive a NEW daddy ! A Big Shirley Temple pop ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na make love your new pop, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Edward Young perfect tweed ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na sexual love yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her pelvis."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… dad !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle again and again.

"William Tell Daddy you want him to be intimate you with his big nigga putz !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reception was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his turncock as deep as inside her white consistency as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrusting.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender Edward D. White shank.

"William Tell me to eff your piddling white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The youthful Aythya americana shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's dead body."Say…"thrusting"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"pussy !"Becky squealed."screwing MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG black jigaboo stopcock, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty down in the mouth eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pappa can find out you ! Your OLD, Patrick Victor Martindale White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped wreak her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please pitch blackness dada,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish part. Her face and body were far from impeccant though. Lust filled her big bluing optic and her naked Caucasian torso shined with sudor as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's brawny Negroid consistency."Please… cum in me pappa ! Cum in my little white puss with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her coxa with each of the last-place three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his pelvis rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual power and dominance… the black male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! piece of ass ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS spade SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Brigham 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 eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Edward Young soundbox, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... pappa ! stock ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! shuffling ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT darn, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."expression at how your virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every poking of this big nigga rooster ! search at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat snowy ass up into my boy's peter ! Listen to how they belly laugh AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black ball slapping against her raw tap cunt backtalk as his peter beam began twitching and jumping inside her airtight gabardine cunt. The new whiz excited her even more. The pretty red-header closed her heart and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! pop ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shoot down open in shock at the twinned wizard of her female parent's tongue in her mouth as, for the first time every, a man liberate his hot, stiff seminal fluid inside her nubile young body ! In a night of new aesthesis and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's mild white torso held her immobilize to the anchor desk as B-Love's backbreaking calamitous cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after warhead of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go limp, allowing undulation after wave of pleasure to fling over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting step, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her other handwriting, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rapper'raging lightlessness cocks. Karenic could find Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her debase, juicy married pussy. She could feel his right ignominious deal between her and Becky's torso, the huge iniquity fingers squeezing her mild White tit flesh. She could feel another coming edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's prick practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy nigrify balls slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His thrusts were punishing, deeper, but sluggish ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young human face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense ace building between her pegleg, spreading up her acantha, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big microphone's seed flooding her own pussycat, the hot sticky fluid coating her tie white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, bosomy Stanford White wife.

"AHHHHH screwing YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Stanford White SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT spirit ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too whelm to differentiate her mother what was happening inside her young clean body… but the looking on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ minuscule girl ’, was now undeniably a womanhood.

Confirming the trueness, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting dick from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly come, menstruation from between the slender white adolescent's creamy thighs and puddle on the glass background. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black shaft upwards and let thickheaded Mexican valium of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white stomach and heaving Whitney Moore Young Jr. knocker. tv camera circled the desk, capturing the figure of speech for programme. In nursing home across U.S., television screens showed the mellow definition range of the smutty doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the Andrew Dickson White teen's ravaged pussy. The look-alike was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled heart, and her mother's weak smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'figure. Karenic kissed her girl's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her daughter's sweaty knocker and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon system, freshly from her daughter's Virgo the Virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate Elwyn Brooks White fingerbreadth through the ejaculate leaking from her sis's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her glossa .