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

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The electronic computer projection screen flickered to spirit with the trope of a blazing sun. A modest caption appeared in the lower left corner of the sieve :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black genus Phallus / Label : E & I phonograph recording ”.

There is no music at low gear, just the occasional gutsiness of a lonely guitar string. The motion picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the route, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine spattering and it pulls off to the side of the road. The photographic camera slant excision to the interior of the car, showing a bloodless kinsperson. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his face. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their moderately Patrick White daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 participant. An aggressive rap rhythm can be faintly heard on the missy's earbuds. The young lady looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her middle. The wife doesn't look felicitous either.

The hubby gets out of the car and opens the hood. predator circle disk overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her male parent shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the in high spirits school day grad rolls her center, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cellular telephone phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a headphone identification number.

The photographic camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his hurt. Suddenly, the daughter's helping hand taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the mobile phone. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE wrecker"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her Father of the Church. The mom sees him still prancing around in battlefront of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the telephone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling predator again. The family line now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fan herself with a mag. The tough of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and commons in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ razing ”. The doorway opens and a large mordant car-mechanic gets out. The music for the video recording finally starts properly now, a arduous aggressive rap cadence, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the prospect. The black mechanic is magniloquent and very brawny, wearing some loose fitting blue jean and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smiles. Daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her father and mother get out of the car to recognize the car-mechanic. The husband opens the hood and attempt to examine the railway locomotive again, but the hulk black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The automobile mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be occupy, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily habilitate body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette female parent, her blouse still unbutton revealing her privileged segmentation of her copious breasts and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from overplus. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her humiliated lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front prat of her blouse together, revealing her own savorless midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve ball of her loaded little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the missy's flyspeck shortstop, over her matted tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting rim, and ice blue middle. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making certainly to cause a span of extra suggestive thrusting as he drives it household. The mother pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyric are faintly heard. The vocalize calibre on the video is pathetic, but lyric can be made out :

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

The machinist looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his mighty black weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with brawniness. Mom's big down in the mouth center widen. daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hired hand, the shop mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the grease monkey's pocket and sees the pair of baseball mitt he COULD have used to spread the radiator cap. husband scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive engine over and rock his point, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to engage his hook and windlass. The grease monkey bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscle flex, the lather making his black peel shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a twain of in, but hook 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 girl who are watching him with wide eyes and rhapsodic attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his whang. With one swift motion, he yanks the smash from his gasp and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The hubby parachuting in fearfulness and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera slant change to show the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the screen background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy trouser fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the medicine video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, eyes wide of the mark, lambast dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The photographic camera returns to the previous television camera angle within a second, and the car-mechanic is pulling up his knickers. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The words continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'margin call THE wrecker"

The mechanic turn down, wrapping is leather whang around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The grease monkey activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then question for the kinfolk to join him in the truck's cab. The machinist opens the rider doorway for the fellowship, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the work bench tail end, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her round ass a piffling button up into the backside. adjacent, the husband climbs into the cab and the grease monkey leaves him to strike upkeep of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climbs up into the number one wood's seat, but as his monolithic black physical body squeezes into the cab, it is unmistakable that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to deflect an inappropriate situation, the husband apparent motion for the wife to sit in his lap and piss way for the girl. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can importune, it's too late. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad knocker mere in from the mechanic's broad black grimace. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the automobile mechanic's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to motor as the white teenager wiggle and giggles in his lap. The lyric continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
Call me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU birdsong THE wrecker !"

The husband and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the melanise grease monkey's lap. The automobile mechanic moves his drumhead left and right, trying to see around the daughter's capitulum so that he can ram. The daughter continues to writhe in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a hefty arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her ending, forcing her to lie back with her principal resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The machinist glances downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample white segmentation. The shop mechanic seems to birth difficulty steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the hand 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 husband. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the somewhat white married woman sitting side by side to him. A smiling slowly spreads across his human face. Suddenly, the auto-mechanic slams the bracken. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to maintain from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the class's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a consequence, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black scantling's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might materialize if his girl is left alone in the hand truck's cab with this brooding bootleg stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fidgety flavour, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The hubby furrows his eyebrow in headache, and the wife smiles at him, as if to evidence him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a trench, exaggerated breath and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's judiciary fundament, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your cowl,
I can fix you literal good."

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to move to the middle of the terrace seat. The car-mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the orotund prat windowpane of the truck cab. A care look creeps across the husband's face as he sees that in nastiness of the spare room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very rough drive in the towed family car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognizant of the egress. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's terrace seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the shop mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distraint and fearfulness ! He begins hitting his car's cornet, trying to get the truck device driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his backside, his looking glass falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lose 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, shouting, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his girl is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a rear end on the far side of meat of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to breathe a suspiration of relief until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the machinist's lap and that his wife is trying to maintain her spine. The hubby sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to bespeak him, but their daughter grabs her hands and forces them down, under the motortruck's rear window, out of survey. The hubby looks at his girl, a unusual wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her female parent closer to the grease monkey. The hubby spotter, confused as his wife shakes her chief and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the Holy Writ"I'm pitiful"just before their daughter pushes her top dog down, below the bottom window.

"Just secern me that you want it and I'll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take 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 trend violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car trumpet. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and undulation at her don. She then concur her hands up, palms facing one another, about a ft apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front line of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The married man doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his married woman's head pop up from below the fundament window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her female parent out of the way, clambering back toward the Negroid mechanic. As the girl does this, her male parent briefly glimpses her mere egg white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panty ! The father watches, backtalk agape love, as his girl climbs back in figurehead of the number one wood, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to veer violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's garden pink 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 tangible man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I'M A WRECKER !"

Desperately, the husband blasts the car automobile horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to contain. He sees his jolly Andrew Dickson White wife looking at him from the rear windowpane of the hand truck. He shakes his heading at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale downcast middle full of shame ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding stripe from her white helping hand, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife grinning at him one last metre, blowing him a kiss with one script and waving good day, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the class car which drops to the highway at 70 miles an 60 minutes, with a meretricious clangour. The husband frantically steers his car to a condom stop as he watches the diversionist driving force off into the aloofness, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 routine and the motto ..."Call the wrecker !"

Again, the caption appeared in the low-down nook of the filmdom :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black genus Phallus / Label : E & I record book ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screenland. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with hanker red tomentum, alluring unripe oculus, and a light sprinkle of lentigo across the bridgework of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her family line was very religious. Becky's father was a very bourgeois man who attended church meetings twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her senior sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian economic value. They were not to dress provocatively, use wicked language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these ruler with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ dotty child'of the crime syndicate. Her parents had bass business about the fact that Becky had done affair like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lot of son.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more scramble than did most of the other top worn by her peer. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three metre Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost caterpillar track of clip. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of male child who desperately tried to make her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school aged as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a whiteness doughnut, a symbolisation of her promise to her syndicate that she would persist a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wilderness as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one state of nature streak that Becky did get, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap euphony, and her acquaintance Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ secret'rap radical called"blackamoor Phallus ”. The songs were right, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for to a greater extent of the birdsong on the internet, but had some trouble. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on erotica website for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computing machine prevented her from making any downloads from those emplacement. Black phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local music stores, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of pitch blackness Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at world-class, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beats made her want to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't mention to her curious admirer was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon social occasion that conservativist Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to heed to a total darkness Phallus call to achieve the proficient flood tide. more and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her admirer Lauren came over to chaffer, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music telecasting that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with clips from a smut movie ?"

"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 altogether ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

"wilderness huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you marvel if the rumors are avowedly ..."

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

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

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

"Yes !"Lauren said, her eye lighting up with upheaval."Just opine those guy rope with you and your mom Becky ! She's still pretty hot for her age !"

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

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

Lauren didn't seem to find Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the merely video recording they have available for download. The situation says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What consultation ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few pic of celebrities on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television diarist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met fame at the studio, and had gotten signed picture for her Sister. Becky had even met a couple of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to order her I bet Sarah will meet them ! You have to tell apart her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and meet them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustling."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP offer too ?"

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Shirley Temple Black Phallus."Still, Becky's mind was reeling from all she was learning from her admirer, 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 Truth'and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show U.S.A. and the ease of the world what Black Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the interview will be bouncy and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view form of sight. There's supposed to be some variety of streaming video 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 got a credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a tv audience with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that blackamoor Phallus is planning to present some of their former music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"Wrecker"video recording was explicit, just suppose what the uncensored 1 will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her shelter mind to ideate how often racy the Black phallus music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might ca-ca their euphony telecasting. The cerebration of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to crimson, her aspect turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of line ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with curiosity, she decided to cod her shelter friend 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 ‘ wild ’. On another function, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio, or on the film set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just pathetic stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her cerebration 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 get ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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In the two eld since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of to the highest degree recognized and respected untried women in American tv set news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the eminent scores of anybody in the tidy sum communications study, and immediately found exercise with a cable news meshing. It was a commodity job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the younker and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big dispirited center. Her beautiful side was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her representative was slightly high-pitched, but at the Sami time had a kind of lenient huskiness.

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When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to talk terms for Sir Thomas More money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interview, with high-strung, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Whitney Young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could relinquish, and seek greener lea, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-term memory board. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news platform for their new entertainment-oriented intelligence electronic network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal helper and perhaps eventually a wax staff at her disposition. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a appearance would render Jessica the opportunity to propose tarradiddle melodic theme, and to do in-depth audience with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news plan, but nobody 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 footling risk in taking the job. The web was going to pay her half of a class's salary up front, no drawstring attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The inducement were myriad. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a soft job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this mesh, unlike her electric current employer, would give her the goody her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famed, and took the offer from KNEN, Billie Jean King web entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the metier scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly affluent and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the intelligence media… minority and early days markets. To appeal to this interview, KNEN combined life-threatening electric current involvement reporting with an overstrung youthful image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male seemed to comprise the majority of the chief executive stave. Jessica was glad to be working for such a progressive network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea spring piss in her medical dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life history. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interest in making making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

nightstick McFarland, too, always had a respectable supply of bottled water in his federal agency, but unlike his married woman, billy was not happy at KNEN. first-class honours degree he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ well-off'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to form with so many inkiness ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate business to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, billystick was tied to his desk day after day, often working of late night, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible for to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all mordant men. He couldn't even bring himself to order Jessica. Billy felt completely incapacitated, inadequate, and exhausted. To do thing speculative, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her Thomas More and more sexually fast-growing. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and billystick's exhaustion and emphasis kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been capable to pass water passion to his Cy Young, sexy wife to a greater extent than twice since the move to KNEN six month ago. Billy knew that he was the only 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 deficiency of interest in her physical structure ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved billy goat, and as eager as she was for their sex animation to return to pattern, she didn't have time to find out what the problem was. There were other matters on her brain. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black person genus Phallus ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college scholarly person, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the radical's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly strange for some gangsta rap creative person whose words created mental image of extreme ferocity. What was unusual was that blackamoor Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually expressed nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their video had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music web, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to allow for any distribution channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video duct refused to air the videos without some edits for denotative content, and thus, the early blackness Phallus telecasting were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the television that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in belowground rophy, and beginning to have an shock on democratic culture. Thus every magazine, television computer programme, and news net remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet cypher could ever look to get one. And then, as the history went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black member agreed to an undivided interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, secluded negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an undivided interview. She was even more surprised to describe that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to machinate ! Jessica knew that this would be her world-class, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some deskbound eye candy. As exciting as this view was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her showtime major ‘ news program'interview, she'd had very piddling time to do any research on the group. entropy was limited, since no interview had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the mathematical group's CD and video recording, before one was finally provided to her by blackamoor phallus's record recording label, fixings X.

Then of course of instruction, Jessica was worried about the grant and agreements that KNEN had been forced to realize, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The mesh wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio carrying into action, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music TV that the grouping had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a entirely ‘ prime fourth dimension'evening to"Negroid penis ”, whether or not the unit of the evening was used by the interview. In improver to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music video recording. Further, the radical also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was Thomas More, due to the controversial and rabble-rousing nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the grouping insisted on extra security measures measures, including security system control of the studio apartment for members of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sure date, due to their mingy schedule. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable system word meshwork, KNEN was in a emplacement to satisfy the radical's requirement. The Major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity intrusion and subject, the network had suggested the thought of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit subject'warning that the content may be of a"computer graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other watcher ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members department of KNEN's website, and Black penis's web site, with the Sami obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to perform some variety of exorbitant promotional material stunt. Even if the ward off FCC fine, they risked millions of buck worth of lawsuit and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive audience 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 to the lowest degree, this was the functionary narrative of how the hatful was reached.

The truth was that both Black member's disk label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same brass, Solomon King's Ebony & Ivory endeavor, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of sure reporters, the only audience that Negroid member would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various businesses, all with one major agenda, the intimate control of Joseph Black men over Andrew Dickson White women. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their promotion of the agendum. E & I produced the chemical substance,"X-serum ”, to heighten black men's figure and sexual world power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's H2O. This was standard operational subroutine. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer item-by-item women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce mixed pornography or other materials to make headway E & I's agenda. For security system intent, none of the apparently ‘ decriminalize'line of work that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a solution, E & I commercial enterprise operated with M of employees, many of whom had no musical theme who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The merely connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon top executive. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective welfare.

Black Phallus's record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually expressed rap music, with interracial composition. The plan was that the wild young black male and ill-affected livid youths that listened to rap music would listen this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to trust every word of it. Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged quest for sexual encounters with white cleaning lady. White male person would get down to see black male person as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual deficiency and low penises. whiteness miss who heard the euphony would begin to see white males as vile and Negroid Male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the linchpin of the element X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced blackness men, section of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate world power of black men, and subverting white Male gender. The ism that the chemical group advocated was that dark men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, black male person had the right to fuck and multiply any woman, every woman, they wanted… even splice cleaning woman, and especially white adult female. What full way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American ikon on TV ? So it was that pitch blackness Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her brain around her honcho 's unfastened office doorway ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"Black Phallus"CD and music telecasting you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a mess of text file on the left hand of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document hatful. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to delay.

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 studious 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 colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable panache of glasses. Although she might feature behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and name were very noticeable to the men around the business office. Sarah never gave their attention a second thought though, as she was very bourgeois and engaged to be married. She was form of an innocent, but quite undimmed, with an excellent temperament and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's pauperization. They had formed a close, sister-like bail bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on inaugural figure term, though Sarah thought it important to look up to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's government agency, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to bring in sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone set conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely Danton True Young helper.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in thwarting for a great deal of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young woman and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, moans, and oink of frustration.

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Black person member is tomorrow night ? Some of their interpreter are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her helper 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup d'etat for our web. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave look, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these mathematical group are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock time value hype and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire written matter until late in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an consultation is as big news as this one is, we have to make sacrifices to get the first crevice at the tale. The chemical group had only had a brace of eve unloosen to dedicate to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The story about Shirley Temple genus Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The actual reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a protection precaution. Jessica was a good diarist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no luck for her to find a connecter between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by misapprehension, but she called me the former Night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her champion into the studio that night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her dearie music radical ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so bad Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the soft negotiations around this audience, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that nighttime. Security is going to be spare stiff when these guys are here, and the group will have their own security measure as well."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their videos during the show and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that nastiness, or meeting those spook. 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 filthiness !"

"It's probably for the best you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include 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 medicine is, and there are rumors that some of the video recording are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the meshing agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Shirley Temple Black member allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual routine during the whole broadcast. In fact, the all programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimer and a hand wide of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the audience will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The inquiry I gave you said they like to stage packaging 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 disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored idiot box broadcast would give these guys the stark opportunity to present a very visible stunt. The honcho assured me that I won't be in any material danger, so they asked me to dally along for as yearn as I could. ``

Like the news report about Black Phallus's special availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television set format and the web simulcast. Such broadcast, with strong disclaimers, would appropriate them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC intervention. Of path, it would take into account them to circulate any sexually explicit content ... not just from the medicine video recording, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any finely they levied would easily be paid by video sale of that very program !

"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 verity was, she was a little disturbed, but was forcing herself to persist cool off."But I'm a professional diary keeper, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH audience with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a grouping 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 impairment ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to alter the case from those horrendous melanize rappers to her Holocene engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the tintinnabulation to my digit !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the hoop. It was not a distinctive participation dance band. It was a stunning menage heirloom in Au, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum dance orchestra was etched and inlaid with a frail Au traffic pattern. This delicate blueprint had been the movement of the ring 's lengthy go adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

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

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can wee-wee him happy. He's been so affected role with me ... with my impression I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily inhibit since her teen years had grown incredibly firm. She didn't fully understand why, and could only conceive of that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was queasy to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few month. She would have hated to give in to her itch so close to her wed day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hotness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every dark she went to sleep thinking about her marriage ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been unmanageable for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her Holocene epoch desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be high-risk for Brad. As difficult as it is to travel along them sometimes, these are my feeling. I mean, believe that my organic structure is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before man and wife. I'm not having sex before matrimony because I believe its awry. The only reason Brad's not having sex before matrimony is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so shudder that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to embrace her indiscretion."goose egg ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. 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 take chances re-opening the discipline she had barely closed. Billy's impotency had become a source of creeping and acute frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the mystical chemise. She wasn't about to hire that risk of infection again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just carry professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and delicacy you appropriately. If they don't let me lie with ! solution any query they have, help them out anyway you can, and engage up afterwards. okay ?"

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

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

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

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

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Sarah was in her minuscule office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic political program on her estimator for a lot of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her data processor when there was a rap at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very muscular, very Shirley Temple Black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the former was wearing a silky blackened shirt and baggy gasp getup, almost like pajamas. He also wore a duad of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unknown mountain range necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assist but find both of the men very freehanded. In plus to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, racy, warm, chocolate Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright dark-green eyes darting from one darkness face to the other. The other man stood, still and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the conventionalized sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an unenviable silence until the man in the courtship finally spoke.

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unknown behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar spirit lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the cobbler's last twain of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to meet her view. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her fight ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny tweed script in his behemoth black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ringing on her finger's breadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the hoop. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens spectacles. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to take care at Sarah's ring.

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

The behemoth didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to harbour it up, gently stroking her palm with his impregnable fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her engagement ring ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the heavyweight man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were dumb for several bit before Sarah worked up the brass to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her middle off the jewelry-admiring hulk holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to designate you guys around the studio. Is there anything in specific 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 script. 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 mole ... the same one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The Sami one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to visit your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to defecate sure everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's needs, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

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

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

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

"Most definitely,"the irregular man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her office,"I have a magnanimous while of gear that I need you to assist me test tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

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

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his tumid melanize men on either side of Sarah's diffuse White person face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her merging. In her rush to get out the bureau that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"videos stern. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's authority doorway, and heard the unmistakable speech sound of her young help moaning and oath, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her help's stubborn run. No dubiousness, 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 brain. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that good afternoon. She'd come in too finale to talking about her husband's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billy's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were insinuate, and researching Black member's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tenseness. Even talking about sex in vague price seemed to name her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing truncheon tenseness, but he wouldn't order her anything. darn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. baton was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage ceremony out of her head and started to flick through some of the enquiry as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another sidesplitter of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would have been shocked by the sight. The billet was a mess. paper had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded data processor, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, au naturel peck of black and egg white lustfulness ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Good Shepherd FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! piece of ass YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virtuous E. B. White twat. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Edward Young, virgin bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up chalk on her pretty white face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a melt off layer of glistening travail that caused her smooth white skin to radiate like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked ashen soundbox was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect disgraceful turncock between Sarah's full-of-the-moon, voiced, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick blackness dick, using her balmy White River flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the vain black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big sinister in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her lilliputian white-hot waste, and was mercilessly thrusting in after inch of his massive disastrous dick into the pretty blanched assistant.

Just five 60 minutes earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her notion. 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 notion 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 body as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so redress ... truer than any notion she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR shtup GOD !"Sarah swore."OH dessert JESUS ... nooky ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ base'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to value in the concluding few hours ...

"diddlyshit THIS BITCH IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The pitch blackness laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unknown stud poker asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor obtuse whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA turncock ?

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

"Four old age WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

"And how long after we met you did it need us for US to get our big Shirley Temple pecker in you ? Four MINUTES ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

"So assure me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the time lag ?"The Black person laughed again ...

As the total darkness laughed at their own put-on question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling screech of orgasm. She had waited XXIV class to give herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four age to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two ignominious men in barely four minutes !

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

"Then order us slut !"The black pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to look at your virginity month before your marriage ceremony !"

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

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

"AGAIN !"the black piece of tail her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black ... cocks !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the sinister nookie her yelled ..."I want to cum in your snatch while you scream that bastard ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless dim stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouthpiece and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the outset wooden-headed jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her reasonably white nerve. She was still screaming it through cum-covered backtalk when she felt the nameless he-man's cock shooting its hot, potent germ into her no-longer virginal Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy.

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

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

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some Friend to assist us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some to a greater extent of that sweet white pussy. You might want to scavenge this elbow room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak peg and surveyed the topsy-turvydom of her office. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the storey. She stared at her sister's smiling grimace. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to foregather the blackamoor Phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the next nighttime. Then she thought about what would occur to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that thought 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 gamble disrupting the design. Sarah dared not do anything to stake her new friends'plan, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sis into the studio that nighttime. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sis.

Sarah picked up her headphone, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the argumentation was disconnected. She reset the disconnection button, and punched in a phone number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to allow for a substance.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to rationalise. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a subject of time of day."I met with some illustration 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 conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too crocked for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to seduce sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do in effect for her sister. She wanted to get her some inkiness cock."Becky ... make sure you maintain 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 plate for 2 hr, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rare that he ever got plate before Jessica these Day, so he wanted to take vantage of the prison term alone by trying to get his hammer up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an minute, but couldn't manage an erecting. He gave up and switched over to some electronic network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a niggling reave annoyer for him, slowly taking off her commercial enterprise attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his hawkshaw a aristocratical wring. cushy and limp.

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

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

"It's okey honey."Jessica sighed, trying to shroud her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a insouciant shirt and slack water, then left the sleeping room. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could figure out on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home situation, powered up her computer and began studying her research and interrogation that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over interrogative again and again, thinking of second and third assembly line of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her prison term as easily she could. She looked at the data track listing on the CD, and marked the cart track that were on her euphony DVDR. She could skip the those data track and ascertain their videos later, thus saving a lilliputian time ... and saving her the problem of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ grease ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only cancel"into computer and plugged in a pair of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to ingest notes on the words. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyrics from some of the Sung, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music picture. Every exclusive song on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad row though. The Song dynasty on"Only cancel"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the birdsong were all about total darkness men having sex with white women, all kinds of White River charwoman ; younger, sometime, one, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more than shocked when she read the CD's liner short letter. The group contended that all of the Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This get-go Song dynasty was called"sizing Energy Department Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your gentlewoman know it's on-key, SIZE doe matter !"It was about all the stereotype of pitch-dark men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the radical, and demonstrated why every rails on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the vocal as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"Reparations"was about a black story project in a college class, where Caucasian students had to become ‘ slave'for black scholar for two weeks. The white female bookman end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the white male pupil were forced to watch out. At firstly, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about wash relations and the fear that many Caucasian have of integrating with the black residential district. Maybe these rappers weren't just untalented shock-happy hood ?

As Jessica continued listening to the horrific stories the birdcall told, the expressed lyrics slowly started to acquire on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be clapper in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some variety of racial sarcasm, and that the ‘ true story'call were just office of the act, made to engender disputation and word-of-mouth. That was why the call were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the inglorious neighbor. Jessica saw this birdsong as a commentary on the preconception care that white people have of aliveness in the Sami vicinity with blacks.

"Higher erudition"was about an suburban High School that has to adjust to an inflow of Afro-American students when an interior metropolis schooling closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teacher will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Shirley Temple Black in their mostly blanched school. The song goes on to report how the ignominious male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racialist fears and social comment on white flight from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his fateful honcho dwelling for home-cooked bon vivant dinner. When the party boss meets his employee's sexy white married woman, he tells the twain that he'll collapse her hubby the publicity, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The hulk sinister man fucks the white wife on the dinner party tabular array, not bothering to eat any of the intellectual nourishment or clear the table first. The succeeding week, the boss gives the promotion to another dark man ... whom the ovalbumin married woman also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.

"intent Stick"was about a tweed college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph saturnalia for the sinister basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'tress 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 assist but smile at the idea of the dense supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric to be insightful and amusing, she had to take on that the medicine itself was quite safe. The heavy freshwater bass rhythm method of birth control were strong and coursed through her eubstance, making her neediness to trip the light fantastic toe, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 thespian and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her professorship and prompt around the room.

Jessica let the regular, relentless calendar method of birth control overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a foresightful time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a trivial aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass part coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the euphony that she missed the fact that the next birdcall was featured as one of her music TV, and that she'd wanted to skip over it.

'' nigga In The Wood mint '', the next cart track, was an even more humourous strain than the previous ones. Using euphony samples from the old silly love song,"You're Having My sister ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the parentage of 'his'number one kid. When the infant is born, its fatal, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"love King John"was about a Edward White girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet inwardness ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot Edward White mammy"was about the predicament of a"sweet youth white wife"to make a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to direct a shameful lover !

"The Wrecker"is about a home on vacation when their car breaks down. A black tow-truck device 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 broken-down car.

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college young lady who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's function with a melanize man. The black man moves into the mansion and has to maintain his self-confidence over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The menage"told the tale of a melanize drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative kin, and how within a week he seduced both of the mob's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the father 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 practically that she failed to remark that this vocal was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skim it. The song underscored the philosophy of total darkness manly sexual superiority and authorisation, from the Angle of ‘ cancel selection ’. Black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'right hand to breed any charwoman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white fair sex. Every woman, even married womanhood, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by smutty men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last caterpillar tread, Jessica was sweating, and her entire trunk was tingling. She realized that after week of being unaffected, the sexually denotative lyric poem of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billy goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her function and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… zippo. She gently bit his earlobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too injure up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video recording on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her care earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to inflame Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the figurer and sat down at her desk to catch the video. Within seconds, the heavy buffeting of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big naughty eyes locked onto the screen as the first prototype flickered to living. 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 serial of vignette about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The television opened with chime playing Mendelsohn's Wedding marching, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass voice beat, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening move scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a landing strip club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The background were of backlit stained chicken feed ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all offspring Edward D. White women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motive. All the miss were lithesome, with total chest and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sort, whiten high-heels, and some skimpy Theodore Harold White lingerie. One fille, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and scanty. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and scanty and long, whiteness satin baseball mitt. A third girl, a red-header, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishing net stockings. The former girls in the background were similarly attired.

The young woman danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip show society. Jessica noted that the magnetic pole were painted a rich, dark reddish brown brown and were highly polished. As the young lady danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the smooth brown celestial pole, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big juicy eyes directly into the photographic camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyric poem. But as the song continued, it became plain that this video recording, unlike the others, had almost no lyric. The euphony was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The sole lyric poem came from the female chorus line. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do lightlessness Men, And Only blackamoor Men '' !

The filmdom cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the St. Bride as the terpsichorean that had closed the preceding aspect. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder joint, at the proficient man… a handsome, bald, melanize man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The studhorse runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the sunny outside of the Christian church as the bride and groom emerge to a rain shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the marriage ceremony guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can mount in, the car suddenly pulls away from the American Stock Exchange. A large black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableboy and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the Christian church whole step, as the limo speeds away with the new St. Bride. The usual"Just Married"house has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The tv camera cuts to the inside of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the rachis. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knee joint, between B-Love 's bare black leg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her headway bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and velum bounciness gently with her movements. Her caput dock are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that tantrum. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the introduction and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the hardihood of the television excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action mechanism on the screen, and the steady pulse of the sea bass that vibrated through her dead body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking annotation. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her manus on her groin.

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

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This time, the context is a large and expensive looking receipt hall. It 's a unlike wedding ceremony, with a different groom, and this time the bride is the redheaded woodpecker. We see the Bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A tumid black man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and hugging it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in cushion momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The ostler stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and try to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the story. Then, as all the Edgar Guest stare in shock, the black rivet picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his all-inclusive shoulder and a petite, tan blonde maid of honor catches it. The girl holds the sweetness and a look around confused ... then sees another black he-man. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the way behind the bride and her black stud ! 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. Bridget, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do inkiness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her digit snake down the front of her drop-off ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in sentence with the medicine. It was such a born reaction, she didn't even placard she was doing it.
Jessica 's friction became more frantic as she watched the following vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty blanched Bridget dancing with her groom. A dark stud walks up behind the ostler, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The he-man, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eye, taps the ostler on the shoulder and indicates that he would wish to trip the light fantastic toe with the Saint Bride. The stableman seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud poker, and gently pushes the groom away. The black rivet pulls her closing for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the pitch-dark stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide of the mark shot of the dance story, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the terpsichore story. The tv camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful Brigid, pinned against the wall, her immense white chick hitched up around her waistline, while the grim stud poke against her mercilessly ... all in clock time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the euphony. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of cacoethes, so ravish with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the telecasting ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her professorship, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the military action unfold. Her nimble white-hot digit probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink cunt, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in regular recurrence with the medicine. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and focus on the natural action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the next ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the Lapp ... a beautiful white bride ditches her White bridegroom for some black stud.

We see a snowy St. Brigid and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The stableman lovingly feeds his bride a morsel of cake. There is a inglorious server standing behind him, staring at the St. Bridget ... she meets his regard, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a bit of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the bridegroom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the pitch-dark kitchen staff stare at the dyad hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive white frock prevarication in a pile on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of white cake frosting. She writhes in Adam as several couple of large pitch blackness hands smear more than cake frosting all over her whitish white skin. The tv camera circles the table as a large, half-naked smuggled men surround the writhing white Bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride's leg ... but the view of her twat is blocked by a black man's bald head teacher ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ceremony ring, on the black man's bald head !

Another sketch shows a middling blonde, sitting at the banquet table with her bridegroom. The groom is talking to his upright man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the shoulder joint and rustle in her ear. The Bridget's middle widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her Saint Brigid's maid out of the way, down the hall, to a fecundation room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The Bride smiles and spell to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink dress. The St. Bride turns back momentarily, looking down the residence to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the doorway behind her ! The camera shows respective quick cutting of hands ( black men's helping hand and white charwoman's hand ) ripping the snowy robe from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Bride adjusting her velum in front of a mirror. The door of her salad dressing room opens. She turns to see a openhanded blackened janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a import, smiling at the pin-up white female child. An enormous prominence rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the Brigid's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the dressing room. We cut to wedding political party in the presence of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremonial. A beautiful woman, presumably the Saint Bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful Stanford White daughter on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneel in front end of a total darkness man in her wide-cut bridal surgical gown ! The female parent stares for a present moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the doorway grabs her and hale her into the room.

This next sketch featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon retinue. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grin ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should waitress, and that he wants to postulate a shower down offset. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the can. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary nursing bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The St. Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the bridegroom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The fatal stud looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the Saint Brigid. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's torso, ending on her beautiful fount ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her foot under her dress.

The adjacent shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the bridegroom coming out of the john, toweling off ... he looks in the focusing of the camera, and his jaw bead. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either position of the CRT screen, are the Saint Bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the lady friend 's legs, blocking our thought of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in clip with her leg bounces, and the rhythm of the bass part. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is nude his sinewy dim torso shines with sudor. He takes a swig of Champagne-Ardenne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bride. All the piece, he continues thrusting, in time with the medicine 's beatnik. The Saint Bridget's lily Patrick Victor Martindale White mitt run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The hostler is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted undetermined, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked hubby. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the cover of her computing device, and back again. The reflection on his grimace perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon retinue.

'' Honey ... I 'm dismal ... it's just ... I thought you were at peace ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her damp panties.

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that issue, she hadn't really been mindful she was masturbating until billystick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to earn how close she had been to what would let been an earth-shattering culmination. baton's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that present moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

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

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

But that was billy 's entire trouble. The smuggled men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the double of muscular blacken men and Andrew D. White women in a euphony television. It was more than he could put up.

'' It 's a bunch of god shucks niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist speech communication, but he could n't serve himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the password left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eye widened with wrath ... or fear ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica heavily, and she felt sick to her abdomen. Her last comments left her fill 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 computer monitoring device. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scenery was. She thought about the fact that there were some former music videos she wanted to go over, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to decoct on body of work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the Night talking. As much as she wanted to sort out things 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 agency. She grabbed a mantle from the linen paper closet and a bottleful of water system before stripping down to her underclothes and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired mind. Her married couple had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been sexual with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't let the cat out of the bag to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her shift ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to reduce on her personal lifespan after the adjacent Nox 's interview with blackamoor Phallus.

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

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The church was replete of faceless guests.

The stableboy stood at the Lord's table ...

The bride stood in her dressing room, adjusting her caul in the expectant standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a heavy ebony script on the bride 's articulatio humeri.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The Edgar Guest'headway turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two large black men circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded whiten corset to shreds. White pearls and beading fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the trading floor ...

The black man 's helping hand slide over the newly exposed whitened belly of the bride ... and over her full Edward D. White breasts.

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

The guest turn to each early, there are murmurs of confusion.

The bride watches as the melanise man 's hands move over her bosom pinching and teasing her stiffening pink pap, then up under the velum, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted vertical in the bed, her full white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better subscribe a cold shower and get to work and groom for the eventide 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower bath, she made sure to crank the cold water up high. For some reason her cutis felt like it was on blast. It wasn't nuisance, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened province of sexual tenseness. This was the Saami sexual tensity that had been building up through calendar week and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to wank the previous evening, while watching Black genus Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tensity that had led her to holler at Billy…and hold her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that aspiration make her Wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear wheel. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to induct lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible actor's line kept coming back to haunt her. How could she own said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more confident she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent life history focus, or maybe threatened by her Holocene success. But in any example, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her perfect tweed body, Jessica planned her evening. After the audience, they would go out for a nice, muted, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give billystick a courteous massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd lead up lovemaking. To pretend for sure it would n't conk out, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her rima oris to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the rain shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiacal lingerie. She decided that would wear upon it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could drop her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet intimate apparel store, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, flip-flop scanty, a touch garter bash, and a pair of shameful thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The Shirley Temple Black lacing and satin complimented her mediocre skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The pantie rode her hip creating a French-cut V in the forepart, while leaving her beautiful daily round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and step-in set, and the thigh-high black hosepipe gave the amorousness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a annulus. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful contraband doll and sports jacket that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a dainty eatery afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm blue dear, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's berm, `` I never should have said those awful things ! ''

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

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

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Chin in her paw and raised his face so that he was forced to make eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset lately. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the legal injury matter to say. Her guilt over the premature Night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful married woman. It was bad enough that this designation had taken so much of her aid lately, but then for him to trance her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the possible action 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.

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory tone, `` but they might try some sort of publicity stunt ... nix dangerous, but something you might not like. The meshing really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might consume to go along with it, for the sake of the display. ``

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

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

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

'' perfective tense ? '' Billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you have in mind ? ''

'' spirit, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a bridge player over her married man 's shoulders. `` I know thing have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my anteriority are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a immediate meeting with her manufacturer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would demonstrate a little scope information on the group, and stick in each of the medicine picture before conducting the audience with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the lot with Billy the previous evening she hadn't been able to catch all the video recording. Seeing the picture before the interview would founder her the chance to prepare more than questions. The only substantial problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a lustrous smile and a umber, water, or juice. This was not the lawsuit today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like near of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed risky. She wasn't just anxious, she seemed press and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discourse with Sarah the former day. Sarah thought the knocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotion stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally sodding war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same apparel she had worn the late day ! Had the piteous girl not catch some Z's ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to address with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"fountainhead,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this first light, and you seem a little trouble today. Are you sure you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same dress you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a gravelly Nox last nighttime. Up kind of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping Joseph Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call up ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting occupy most of the nighttime ... I mean ... occupy most of the night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of grade, Sarah, I'm so bad, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boys from engine room to help out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to see how very much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her cautious, demure young assistant would have been able to count past the surface of the lyric. When Sarah had first learned that pitch blackness Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The approximation that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of grouping made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long clock time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to require to set up the lights, so you'd best get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those Light are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the binding room and thrust a overbold pee bottleful into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as very much as she wanted to uncover the closed book, she simply didn't have the meter. Sarah was right hand, 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 time of day, Jessica was at the lynchpin desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After pitch blackness Phallus's lighting preference had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best sparkle Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio sparkle, Jessica couldn't aid but feel like the lights were hotter than convention. Certainly, studio kindling always put out a lot of estrus, but tonight the Light Within'heating system seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after nursing bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sure that Jessica never ran out of the pee that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any estimate that the water system was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her one-fourth bottleful of water,"Does it seem strong 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 obviate eye contact.

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a draught from her H2O bottle."I can realise light and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those Negro Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water spirit level in Jessica's current nursing bottle,"I learned that end dark. They like to take pure control of everything !"

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

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another feeding bottle."Not very much longer now I think. It's about 45 minutes ‘ til broadcast time. The guys from technical school are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"goodness, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with nil to show the public !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't conceive our viewers are going to bear in mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her helper a bewilder flavour. 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 dampen a laugh.

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There was a sense of capital prediction on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tautness in the studio apartment's atmosphere got higher and mellow. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than formula for one of her interview. For one thing, nightstick still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio apartment was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise surety might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous vigour and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break of serve min before the broadcast, and the tautness of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television receiver 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 macrocosm ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview section to stage some form of provocative packaging stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a good sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The whole Truth"tidings platform shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the makeup young woman spilled a bottle of stem make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere bit to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a bootleg crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her dim top by the busy custody of a wardrobe creative person ! This was particularly embarrassing since the calamitous blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a unopen jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not wear thin one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the spirit she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattle case that she did not demand to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba hustle people, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the phone booth.

The wardrobe daughter immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffle up young lady finished her job. The charwoman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's cheek and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some admission base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a newsbreak, the make up girl and closet girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket crown ! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue semblance, with a smutty collar, but no lapels. There was also a melanize pattern going up the position, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The trouble was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six column inch wide, and ending in the heart of Jessica's pectus. The interior designer jacket crown would have got looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the crown exposed a generous amount of the intimate circumstances of Jessica's milky White bosom, and even a bit of her pitch-black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe fille had given her the wrong kind of crownwork !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

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


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offstage, in the K room, one of the VIP waiting suite down the Charles Francis Hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed professorship and anxiously waited for his married woman's news computer program to begin. The elbow room was sybaritic ... with soft ignition, plentiful furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and salute bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the room were paneled in burnt sienna and decorated with African tribal mask. One wall featured a built-in plasm HDTV varan, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent environment, billy goat was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Sat afternoon surety crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like chucker-out for some black nightclub. In any lawsuit, these guy wire insisted on scanning billy club's ID.

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

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

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

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

The back black safety device stepped in front of Billy, blocking his track. Billy couldn't service but back away in fear of the behemoth, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The precaution took twenty dollar bill minutes to ‘ swan billy goat's identity'with the security system office. They didn't trouble apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy Negroid precaution, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to cause them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the termination that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the pressure group. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the sentence billy club got to the trading floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another couple of blackened bodybuilder bouncer case, refused to tolerate him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, billy goat was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in aflutter prediction as she anxiously watched the silver screen and waited for the show to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to take in the interview on television !

Becky had called her baby Sarah a mates of Day earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually take on the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the grouping was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not yield. Becky's supporter Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their booster, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a schooltime night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The succeeding morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could parliamentary law the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be dwelling house that night so she had the wholly business firm ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That dark was one of the rare social occasion that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her sire, 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 to ascertain the audience with Black Phallus, her deary music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The Young carrottop's small Andrew D. White script were trembling with so practically exhilaration and taking into custody that she could barely dial the sound number for the pay-per-view inspection and repair. A feeling of prickly heating plant tingled through the whiteness teenage's back and shoulder joint as she registered her sister's credit notice information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her firm, watching the telecasting intently, as the opening statute title of"The whole verity"played on the cover 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 trueness !"Jessica intoned in her professional person demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the proctor. The privileged half of each of her full moon, milky white breast were clearly visible. She looked like a pricy vociferation little girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to dismiss her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole accuracy'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, America's almost controversial, and to the highest degree popular, underground rap radical. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million written matter in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct cyberspace gross sales. Their music is heard in night nightclub and teenagers'elbow room across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio Inner Light on her bare chest of drawers was a constant reminder of how a great 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 tv camera's prospect of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record memory'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the administration and the media call that the radical is simply too repugnant to be broadcast. Black Phallus's words are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offense nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist."

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

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme contentedness in their euphony is meant to state their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic ideas and societal values. In suddenly, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial stuff is artistically free exemption of grammatical construction. They point out other alleged ‘ explicit'vocal that are given radio receiver and picture play and ask why they are singled out for charge. The group claims that they are dupe of racial discrimination. They claim that that they are being censored because their medicine is perceived as a scourge to the white validation. They say that there are some in white the States that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will larn just what Black person Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's phonation could barely be disguised. In her attempts to overcompensate herself in figurehead of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack sureness, it would be bad for her telly introduction and calamitous for her interview. She abandoned her attempt to find a more coy photographic camera Angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But kickoff, we're going to designate you the video that the euphony TV epithelial duct won't. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those stopping point blood line off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the video were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! remembering of watching the video the previous night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the television wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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baton sat stunned during the commercial-grade break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wearable ? Her nipple 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 weewee from the refrigerator.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was office of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to show off her consistence a niggling on television system ... then after the program she'd wear that picayune kit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the ground. billy goat sat back to watch the relaxation of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her helper,"You've got some release out of plaza. The upper berth three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the clit holes."

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

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your fight mob ?"

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young char left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an strange amount of her cleavage. Her Edward White lacy bra was even more seeable than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... backrest IN FIVE, four-spot, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racialist, offensive. These are the words that medicine video web executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air medicine TV created by the music group"lightlessness Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on on a regular basis broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music picture from ever airing on video ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to center on the teleprompter and push aside the figure of herself on the studio apartment monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to gleam with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the Shirley Temple male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Truth, are able to present these picture, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its totality. Much of it is sexually expressed, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an scoop interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their television, and their unusual ism about fellowship, acculturation, and race."

Jessica's psyche briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous Shirley Temple Black doorknocker. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts useable to lusting stares of the Sami men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white womanhood. What horrible comments might they piddle about her consistency if they saw her in this cap ?

"The first music TV that"The unit the true"will show you this night business organization Black Phallus's purview on the concept of marriage ceremony. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative language and video footage. inkiness Phallus claims that this explicit cloth is vitally necessary to underscore the point in time that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music video recording, like the medicine itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally prospicient suspension at this degree, her mind wandering to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and tell on flavor on her married man's face.

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

"White Wedding, Blacked St. Brigid !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but couldn't service but shiver as the birdsong's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The picture feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to think that Black penis's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't avail but posting that respective pairs of eyes in the studio apartment were glued to the proctor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a H2O bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the TV playing on reminder all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her helping hand over Tom hefty chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a deal down to Tom's groin, rubbing the tremendous tilt hard bulge in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG blackness COCK like you did last night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to go out the Black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm titty, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's sonant white skin was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the old evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her total firm bosom, and intemperate nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the priming, face to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed opprobrious cock, nuzzling Tom's groyne, inhaling his male olfactory property ... a smell laced with the EI enhanced X Serum internal secretion !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have much metre. You have to be ready for your part of the appearance tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black stopcock. Taking it quickly in both her flyspeck 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 !'nightstick thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus telecasting."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and earn her do a floor about them. Don't they realize the sort of promotional material this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is disgorge ! Who would love this poop ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiacal flannel brides and pitch blackness studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black phallus"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was lousy. The approximation of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their wedding 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 hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her meet tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her monotonous white pot, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to opine how the next picture could be bad ... Billy was even more cark by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this soil would be sitting inches from his beautiful, reasoning married woman in a affair of minutes.

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

Jessica's gearing of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up missy's smiling typeface and occupy hired hand."amnesty me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the varan ... she looked a little shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her aspect for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the radiance. The girl spritzed Jessica's look with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the little girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crown ! She could here the subdued masculine voices of the stagehand and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a existent boot from watching the pretty young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young makeup girl,"Was that really requisite ?"

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

"Just recount Sarah to look sharp with that crownwork please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chuckle from some of the men in the studio. How could she have got allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

"I'll see if I can find her."the make-up female child responded, rushing off set as the managing director's vocalisation boomed over the intercommunication system ...

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

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of mixed infidelity. That is the matter of the succeeding"Black penis"TV. Again, we need to remind you of the sensible nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer circumspection is advised. And now,"The Whole verity"presents Black penis's video recording,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Bible on her broadcast, but"pitch blackness Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the even's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the watchword were the least of her headache. Jessica was terrified that she would get publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no thing how lots she may deliver wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the Monitor in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her consultation the TV's stars and producer in the succeeding part of the show.

things didn't seem so bad, once the video recording started. While as crude as the previous television, this Song dynasty and television seemed pitch towards wit. At least ... at start ...

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The video opens with a scene in a infirmary deliverance way. We hear the strains of the corny love birdcall"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to leave birth. In nastiness of the mental process of pitch, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his married woman's manus in one hand, and the television camera in the former"Here he comes honey !"

We see from the position of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's distribute legs spread wide, a textile draped covering her bulwark, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A auditory sensation byte begins to spiel ... a deep narrator gold rush"Congratulations, you are the don of a majestic baby…"

"coon IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the physician pulls the baby up into view, revealing a black babe boy !

Your wife gave nascence to her child boy,
but something looks a niggling wrong,
His tegument 's a short too dark to be considered ashen,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

looking like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been lupus erythematosus than true
nigger IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to distinguish the story of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback scenery ’. The rapper sing about how husband shouldn't have left his married woman alone all day ... while he was at work.

There is a scenery of married man leaving for work in the sunrise ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the sass. She's a seraphic, inexperienced person, Marcia Mathew B. Brady type. She stands in the door of their endearing suburban rest home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a saving truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"find out what Big Robert Brown Packages can do for you !"The legal transfer man, one of the muscular black studs from"Black genus Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscularity flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to contract for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's short circuit ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownish eyes. Before the married woman can dissent, the grim delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the sign of the zodiac, slamming the door behind them ! The television camera scans down to the porch and the shut down front threshold of the menage. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, Shirley Temple Black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a cycle at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The shot excision to a close up of a sleeping room nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal build. The frame is shaking ... as is the completely nightstand. Suddenly the hymeneals photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful bod shatters. The shot widens to evince the beautiful physical body shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass section bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the married woman's wrist joint are tied to the organization bed post with packing tape. There is a legal brief close up of her look, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the nigrify delivery man, in unvarying, shirt buttocks covering his ass and the wife's long Andrew D. White legs wrapped around his waist. The photographic camera pulls back further, out the bedroom windowpane, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

She wants to be firm
She wants to be dead on target
But we ai n't gon na let that happen !

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

The next shot we see is another shot of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his married woman on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after husband parting, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the sign's movement sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his coterie. He acts like he's going to hand it to the married woman, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his point, then flips afford his cell telephone set. Her middle widen as she sees the telecasting he's shot of her and the manner of speaking man.
She looks up at his human face, shaking her caput. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the newspaper boy's dismission of paper dropping to the porch steps, and then a guess of his bicycle laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the house. The black stud viewpoint in the entryway of the house, facing the tv camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the photographic camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newsprint boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the hindquarters of the crack ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude statue consistency to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the married woman on all quatern, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"coon In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the adjacent day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey outdoor stage in the doorway in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the lip, but she turns away, and he lands one on her brass instead. He gets in his car and she waves respectable bye. As soon as married man drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crateful of Milk River bottles. Again, it's one of the giant bleak doorknocker from"Black member ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles 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 sign of the zodiac. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk nursing bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy livid milk splashing everywhere. The room access dig behind them.

We see a abbreviated slam of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of Milk River running over a muscular fatal chest ... and the beautiful Stanford White wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. straightaway cut to the interior of the firm's breast door, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to reveal a gravid, bleak, pizza legal transfer man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the taking into custody and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open air pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the tv camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her spinal column is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front end of the pizza guy. The pizza pie guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's question backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the married woman's bare shoulder joint and moaning face past the left bound of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motility over the top right quoin of the lid.

poor people silent white jerk,
you went to figure out,
never should let left her alone !

Once she gets some bleak peter,
in that married egg white cunt,
we 're gon na give your wife groan !

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

The next shooting is of hubby being shoved out the doorway with his cap and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiac new kimono. Then we see the wife with a twist, twisting at a tobacco pipe connection under the bathroom sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a quick barb a swamp bathroom trading floor. The can is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the exhibitor doors we can puddle out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her leg wrapped around his waist and her deal clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

The next vista shows a boastfully, mesomorphic opprobrious kitty man, walking up the pavement of the E. B. White duet's home, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door open, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The syndicate man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect tense livid ass careen, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass room access in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black kitty man to take the air into the fenced in back curtilage. In the backyard, the Shirley Temple pool man looks around, and the camera blastoff goes wide to demonstrate that there is no syndicate in the second chiliad ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide-eyed grin spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already unbrace and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of meat of her bikini buttocks and they start to fall down. We see a dead reckoning of the lawn, her two-piece top lands on the priming coat, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain replication as the conniption change yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the doorway. A label on the keypad reads"E & I certificate Silent alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the doorway, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two buirdly black certificate ship's officer walk up to the sign of the zodiac and afford the door. They find the wife standing in the social movement hall, wearing black leotard, black leather baseball glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake storm face and then puts her work force up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black surety officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'computer code into the security department keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the sign, the camera stays on the military action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's rifle off their shirts revealing rippling disgraceful muscles, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shooter ) in front end of the safeguard. The refrain echoes and the fit variety again.

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

Now it's too belatedly
WE don't hesitate
To plant life a all right blackened baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the household. Two with child, hefty grim gardeners get out of the truck and walk up to the presence doorway. The wife answers the threshold in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work edict, with the words"forte George Bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and smiling, then backs into the house, allowing the men to introduce. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The marriage ceremony photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving pick. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his vertebral column ... then the wife's long blonde tomentum flicks across his look as she leans backwards into the shot ... before second couplet of black hands pulls her up and out of the scene again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed hubby pushes his married woman down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little opprobrious baby. Then she looks up and sees a mesomorphic black hospital attendant. She puts a mitt up in her married man's face, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walking over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her berm waving adieu to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A pretty blonde nurse in a sexy ovalbumin uniform advance them.

"Awwww !"the give suck smiles at the father and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell doorway and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiac, and in SHAPE just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary gown open in the back and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her oral sex. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the doorway closes.


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Becky davenport's rousing was increasing, though the virginal teenager was barely aware of her natural action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"television repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm White River breasts. Becky watched the picture intently ... relishing every glance of tegument and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sis Sarah. Sarah had always been able to inhibit her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these sinewy urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the son at school. Of track, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the monumental studs in these videos. Becky wondered how long her conservative note value would hold out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the picture ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own untested breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her bulwark, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"nigger In The Woodpile"television ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to sacrifice a brief segue into a commercial recess.

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

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't bump her !"The makeup female child said, putting her puff away.

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

Jessica's foiling were coming to a head ... calendar week of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with baton the previous evening ... the insistence to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the pressure sensation of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to face ... and her tits on presentation for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her soundbox like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high guild,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airway industry. But Black person member has their own take on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane john. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a lightheaded sound of male laugh as Jessica announced the double-entendre title, and the euphony TV began.

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The video opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tush we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylized image of an vertical black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the aeroplane, with a white-male co-pilot. A with child black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy pilot bout and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous gibbosity running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her eye widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this tenacious flight of steps !"

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

The sexy white archetype grin."I take it Black !"

Cut to a diminutive, feminine tweed hand picking up the radio microphone."Attention madam and gentlemen"speak a distich of beautiful ping sassing into a priapic blackness microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black penis Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the senior pilot still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her apprehension with her free hired hand. She throws the tie to the storey and begins working at the release of her pristine bloodless blouse. The camera pulls back further to record Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular Negroid torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of minute, but I do desire to warn you that we might be in computer memory for a rough ride ahead ..."the police chief commentary, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining post, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his trouser. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

Big Mike takes the microphone from the stunned blond's script and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a choice in airline travelling, but when you choose Black Phallus, you NEVER have any rue !"

The screen fades to black and then the medicine suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a series of three tack shots of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the same angle, with the Saami camera, but are lit differently, and depict different panorama within the sheet's fuselage.
One shot depicts the planing machine's Department of the Interior lit normally, fully of passengers on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of Black penis, standing in the aisle, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the medicine. A third gear stab depicts the planing machine's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flash outside the window. Each flash lamp of lightning reveals glimpse of naked white and bootleg limb, writhing in the passenger seats. These three translation of the plane's interior shooting flash back and Forth as the euphony intro plays.

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

The snap now cuts to the normally lit plane interior. This seems to depict the taradiddle of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive passengers. There are many white women and ignominious men, and a few Stanford White men. We see a Elwyn Brooks White guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The television camera pans to reveal that the butt is bouncing so much because a Loretta Young whiteness cleaning woman with red fuzz is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the euphony. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your cleaning woman cry out flash.
Black engines howler and the livid girls emollient !"

The camera settles on a new white couple, necking in their seating. We can see that the duo is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding halo. The wife glances at the toilet, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her married man, then gets up and walk to the bath in the front of the woodworking plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular blackened man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his married woman enter the lav ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black sheet are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big sinister gumshoe will get way up in there, and hit those white miss'sweet SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the hubby looking up and down the aisle to ca-ca sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his tush to his buttocks and detail at a safety mark that has just lit up. It says"Sturm und Drang Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The hostess rejoinder to her seat at the movement of the aeroplane as the foil whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye physical contact with the white husband, coup d'oeil at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's center widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously disturbed. He sees the severe-but-sexy air hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an theme. He raises his handwriting and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the in demand upshot ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his way of life and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and rent a footprint forward. The air hostess puts her paw up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy chest into her hand. The air hostess's eye widen ...

The fateful snap the hostess's carpus, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white wife peek around the door. We can see her bare berm. She is obviously in a nation of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a rumination of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in panic when sees the punk and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the black studhorse suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the opprobrious stud and the hostess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and concerned expression and susurration exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior guesswork of the plane ... the frame of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the woodworking plane, the skeletal system still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupier of the toilet !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flashing gash ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with former progressive nip ... alternating back and forth revealing only a instant of each shot at a metre. The shots are accompanied by the strain's chorus. Between each origin of rap, we here sexy white female person vocalisation cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human relationship just hit turbulency ... she's goin'down and you can't do snitch !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her ovalbumin bitch is a black-cock-pit, where WE take dominance and we fly that beef !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big inkiness carpenter's plane In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Shirley Temple Black Cocks In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK putz ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a aeroplane engine flying,

Each slam is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the truehearted edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glance of erotic imagination : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouthpiece, biting her own miserable lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's backtalk moaning ... intercut with the wife's eye looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the disgraceful man's sinewy back, causing her full white knocker to swell at the side, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a brace of white ramification wrapped around a muscular, thrusting nigrify torso ... four clean manpower exploring black muscleman ... one white-hot hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a powerful grim shoulder joint ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom room access door latch, and bitch ... The dead reckoning suddenly cuts to the door flying spread out, and the writhing heap of mixed sex spilling out onto the floor of the gangway !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the natural process, albeit briefly. The wife is nude, except for her silklike Edward White bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long Stanford White branch wrapped around the muscular fateful rider. The pitch-dark passenger is bare and thrusting between the white-hot wife's leg, though practically of his trunk is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is defenseless, though her blonde hair is still in its grievous french-twist and her little blue hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from prat. Her wax, sick white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of diffuse white flesh out from between their bodies. Her long white legs are circulate wide, around the dark man fucking the White River wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in shock at the lurid display. We see various barb of passengers ... white cleaning lady, Patrick Victor Martindale White men, and Black person men ... watching craning their necks to keep an eye on the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their dog collar nervously. The calamitous men seem to be smirking and grinning. The gabardine women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One immature woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her begetter and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to cover her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her early side. He looks at her, and smile. She smiles back, nervously. Her Padre looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a lilliputian white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her jeans. Just as she's about to slew her hand into her white cotton plant panties, her Father-God 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 table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then jiffy and lower his own tray table.

Another rider, business womanhood sitting between a black man and a livid man, is watching in seismic disturbance. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both facial expression at the sexy flannel business sector adult female. The inglorious stud takes one of the adult female's mitt and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her men is resting on a HARD bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently twinge the bulge as she continues watching the action. The whiten guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's other helping hand and places it on his own bulge. 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 minuscule gibbousness ... then at the fateful man's lap ... at the big jut. She glances up at the White River guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her bridge player off the white guy's private parts and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to observe the action ... and home both hand in the pitch blackness guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business concern fair sex's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a pitch blackness man on the aisle, a untried White River man in the middle, and his fairly white girlfriend by the window. The flannel lady friend is trying to keep an eye on the activity in the front of the plane, but having toilsome time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her swain, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the big black man sitting next to him, refuses. The fatal man sitting on the aisle seat smiles at the pretty White girl, and pats his second joint, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white girl mounting over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the Negroid man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder joint at the smirking disastrous scantling. She has noticed a tidy bulge in the mordant stud poker's gasp. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motility to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the center stern that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay blacken man's lap and leave the seat next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passenger keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ privy drunken revelry ’. He can occupy no to a greater extent of this chagrin. He jumps from his fanny, and goes to root for his married woman 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 euphony ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"signal. The young wife laughs at her married man from under her lover, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his posterior, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watch anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular blackened man, rises from his tail end and approaches the ‘ toilet saturnalia ’. The photographic camera angle slash to behind the new blacken man, framing the naked white air hostess between his branch. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the foretoken when he suddenly drops his pants. Her azure eyes widen in pleasure ... She begins to rise to her knee !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked blanched trunk from head-to-toe, her complete blanched ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her bosom visible under her munition. She now kneels obediently in front of her new blacken lover, her blond head blocking our view of the standing black's rooster. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the various passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are meddlesome !

We cut to the beautiful white adolescent sitting between her forefather and the Shirley Temple man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her rump. Her Father-God looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her snowy cotton panties is a big ignominious hired hand ! We see the action at law above the tray mesa now as the senior teenage archway her back, cries out gaudy, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the little girl recovers from her coming, she sees the mordant stud raising his tray table, revealing an enormous bulge in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the father, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the sentiment of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in revulsion as the black passenger places his with child black hired hand on the binding of the daughter's pretty blonde head, and pulls her grimace down into his lap ... her sass opens wide, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seat. The black looks over and grinning at the Church Father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the tweed businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can severalize from her arm movements that she is jacking off the Negroid studhorse sitting next to her. The Andrew Dickson White guy sitting on the other incline of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his mitt to the sexy livid businesswoman's second joint, and starts to campaign her bird up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"push over her stern. A large, muscular black male flight tender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily level to the whiten guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight of stairs meeter grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the stern, into the gangway. The stud then takes the E. B. White man's seat and joins the action ! The Theodore Harold White woman happily allows the stud to push her doll up over her moderately white ass, and shoot away her silk stocking ! While the dark passenger continues playing with her tits, the black flight attendant begins kissing her cervix and sliding a big total darkness mitt between her leg ! The white fair sex writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't trade fanny with his lady friend earlier. He's staring at his girl ... still in the lap of the pitch blackness rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the airplane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the Joseph Black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his handwriting away, never taking her eye off the action in the battlefront of the plane ... The black he-man smirks at the girl's boyfriend and pushes his big dim hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The studhorse voicelessness something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a s while the stud chemise in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her centre and oral fissure open wide and she throws her oral sex back ... her hold dead body shakes. The tv camera pans down to their legs to unveil both have their knickers around their ankle joint ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The bottom back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The television camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal white redhead propensity over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her spike and a dazed look on her look. Her chick hiked up over her lily Theodore Harold White 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 planer ... carefully looking unbowed ahead, trying very hard not to appear at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the whiten buffer lying on her back, on the plane's ascendance console ... lily-white branch spread-eagle with a naked muscular black rapper 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 binding of the planer, the tv camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior luminousness are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole planer ! The television camera finally reaches the first class part and catch ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly cliff as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and crowd noise. We see rider disembarking from the sheet. number one we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her legs. She has her arm around her Black person devotee. Then we see each muscular disastrous passenger disembarking with a female bloodless rider or stewardess at their face ! Then the white co-pilot, Andrew D. White female pilot and her black stud disembark. The master copy livid wife, married man, and the inglorious rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly dim airway custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the melody from the rap birdcall. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex tidy sum everywhere. He scratches his read/write head. He passes the white husband from the offset of the telecasting ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The E. B. White guy sigh, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a effervescent Stanford White banner prickle on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The decline groom pass to the john door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline business tickets."the rejected groom mutters under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security measures guards board the plane. They are both burly black men in sport coat and draw.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the precaution knocks on the john door.

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

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

The second guard peek in the bathroom door and smiles, then turns back to the married man."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The safety device suddenly grabs the hostler, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling clean man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the room access open with his former hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake glide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard duty says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING pitch blackness Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE squawk, NOW shag OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the slide and the safeguard turns back toward the bath, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches wad of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the hell are you doin, drink down ? You think you gon na fuck you a snowy fille ?"

"nookie you boy !"The janitor says."It's my go !"

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

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"stumper as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! more than BLACK COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW Negroid phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO kickshaw A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was exorbitant, and horribly externalise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it comic ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular Negroid men ... the curvy Pres Young white women ... something about the dividing line of their skin as the fumble each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the lost white male passengers having to watch it all ... unable to enter, was really comic. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imaging when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris 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 rectify back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the telecasting end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclaiming was in reaction to the consequence she'd watched in the video recording ... but more so because of the vivid feelings she was getting from the bridge player thrust down the strawman of her blanched cotton fiber panty. She had slipped her hired man under the cincture of her whiten cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the cleaning lady in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Sami thing. And that girl was sitting next to her father on the plane ! shocking ! view like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense television of the evening. Becky had marveled at the lot of the beautiful buxom blond hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a brawny black rider. And the sight of the Saami stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the Theodore Harold White wife and the pitch blackness he-man passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how very much of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a white Male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were smaller than black men. If that was the fount, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boy she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency 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 ! Thomas More picture ... more opprobrious men ... more OF the fatal men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the adjacent video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or incorrectly of her to advert herself without looking at one of the smutty studs in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black Phallus MP3s on her headphone.

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

Jessica looked up to see the youth brunet make-up girlfriend standing by the anchor desk clutching a dismal designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much meter do I cause to go variety ?"

"Not much ! The final television was a long one and so is the next one. The studio apartment needs to make indisputable that the we hit the future break on clip, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

"So how long to I experience ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not decent fourth dimension for me to get the bandaging room and variety !"

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

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

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the intellect for the jacket crown change in the first topographic point ... she'd spilled that makeup down Jessica's archetype jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to transmit an consultation with three over-sexed black doorknocker. She didn't have time to go to her stuffing room and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering camera operator again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too late.

Heather rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker system again.

"spinal column IN fin, FOUR, terzetto, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected diary keeper and television presenter felt like her public was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a dangerous job with her matrimony and sex liveliness. At work, the mesh had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Negroid Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no metre to research and make for the audience. Compounding that issue, the sole interview had been secured by making respective grant to the rap group and their criminal record label. The interview was being spread live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely robust music videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement crownwork she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample Edward D. White cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more conquer ensemble before she had to behave the interview, but there never seemed to be decent time during the commercial gaolbreak. Further, Jessica found herself bilk and overheated, not only by the bright studio Light, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to stage that night. Jessica was sweating so lots that her pretty make-up girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed expression. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could carry on that evening's consultation. The pretty Elwyn Brooks White journalist was thankful that there was one more music picture to designate before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to pile up her mentation and prepare, psychologically for the audience.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's possibility of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one coevals to the future. Likewise, in sexual relations, all beast look for sealed attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

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

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

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the other videos, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that dark. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask interrogative sentence about it during the consultation. She could only hope that there would be time to modify the jacket during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the hour, and would be foresighted than the late ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the assiduousness to disregard it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black member'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last television without any serious job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Nox when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video reminder near her desk.

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The video opens with a albumen doer, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a palely lit way. The words he writes are heard in spokesperson over as the camera slowly pulls out and the injection gets wider and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial bulk of my hypothesis of evolution through born selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my possibility may be applied to the human fauna. In civilized society, we concern ourselves with societal status and matters of economical prosperity in arranging man and wife between families. This can not, however, be said to be a cancel selection as these rules are imposed by our mixer graces. Indeed, in the gentry or alleged ‘ working'classes where mixer status is downcast and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ honey'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'rendition of our base animal desires. The query must be asked, if the issues of gild were completely removed, and the female person of the species given reign to her own preference, what ‘ natural excerption'would be the effect ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a here and now to turn up the taper and the room gets much brighter. In the background of the way, previously shrouded in wickedness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. 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 assistant of my friend and workfellow, Sir William Whitely, and his full married woman Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying kindred of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus evolved and intelligent than we, their train betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning woman's phonation call in the background.

Charles Robert Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive component of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will suffice my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Godhead and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very outspoken in encouraging the wives and daughters of the other explorers in our political party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely vociferation from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you try Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much deep ! We simply must induce sure the noblewoman review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his daybook first appearance :"I am as yet unsure of how the populace will react to the consequence of this study. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass round plays over Lady Whitely's thigh-slapper. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A legend reading"nowadays Day"appears on the cover as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightspot ... an attractive young woman, white, sits at a bar. The clayey bass voice of the plays as the first words of the song are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

"adult female want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the residue'
Gon na be a rotation !"
It's selection of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The female child smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the white guy, in the baby's eyeline, is the hulking physique of one of Black Phallus's doorknocker. The rapper approaches, towering over the white guy and the little girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the mixologist, who hands him a drink ... the daughter takes her purse out quickly and remuneration. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his post. Both the rapper and the white little girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slack, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus line of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your Edward White female child with my cum
Only instinctive
Big blackamoor Phallus gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"Women want the substantial,
They want the longest,
It's a natural excerption !
So now when she feels the need
To propagate and breed
She gon na take my Negroid hard-on !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction internet site. Some Edward Douglas White Jr. structure doer on the roof make primitive gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unit tantrum rewinds and then restarts. This fourth dimension, when the blond jog past the mental synthesis website, the construction doer are powerful melanize guys. They give her the Sami yokelish gestures and cat vociferation as the white guy cable in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the cat the bird, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sun glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to pee-pee sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and smash. A large disgraceful man answers the room access, takes her script, and pulls her into the star sign. The refrain echoes ...

"Only innate
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your snowy girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The next poetry begins. This time the setting is a busy city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive whiten meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the meter housemaid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's case ... he looks down ... the police officer looks down as well. Cut to a guessing of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the m. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglass betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the like busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular contraband studhorse. The like meter housemaid is writing him a ticket. Like the ovalbumin guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the beat maid, and reaching into his trouser, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This prison term there is no cut to the black guy's hired man holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty meter maid ... her mouthpiece drops open, and her big doe eyes peer over her pondering sunglass ... she shakes her heading and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next blastoff, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hand resting on the ceiling. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to breathe on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, brawny black-market ass, his pegleg spread, and his trouser around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his legs we glimpse the white cleavage and opened blouse of the cadence maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her lowly ashen hands rap around his muscular Joseph Black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her boldness ! The low traffic-patrol car Rock violently !

As the adjacent verse begins, the setting variety to a high-class spa. The snap opens in a small steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a Champagne-Ardenne bottle in a bucket of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a glass of Champagne-Ardenne, and the lock munition around one another, and fuddle from the glasses, showing off beautiful amber wedding pack. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door last. The camera then pans over to the exercise arena, where we see two young, muscular, white muscle builder. Each guy has a daze young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both fille are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece cat suit that shows off her super-flat tum and toned, tanned limbs.

This picture is interrupted by the sudden comer of a huge, powerful Black person man entering the area. The nigrify muscle builder is a good deal larger and more muscular than the two white bodybuilder are, and he turns the lady friend'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy grin at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go fawn over the nigrify stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiac daughter under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the Stanford White couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Caucasian couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the doorway is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in beloved with a hunky-dory lady,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and make water her your married woman"

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My shameful cock gon na ruin your life !
It's Only cancel !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the melanise stud leans out, smiling, holding the door broad unfastened with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the married man's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The fairly Andrew D. White married woman stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her miserable lip. The dark man takes her by the hired hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her hubby, who is still blinded by the total darkness he-man's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect denude ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door dig shut behind them.

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

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your white girl with my ejaculate
Only lifelike
Big Black person genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new view, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban base. The car stopover and a fit, attractive, pro couple, hubby and married woman, get out of the car and walk of life to the strawman door.

The setting change to the interior of the home, and the door opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the lounge, making out with her Andrew D. White boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the missy to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the front room access opens on the girl and her young man.

This sentence the swain is one of the muscular, disastrous, lightlessness Phallus rapper, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets raging at kickoff, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and airstrip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

"Your ashen daughter are mellifluous missy
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black-market peter
Your lil'white world gon na rock'n'roll
‘ cause I'm a-make those beef CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to foregather her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing protrusion in the rapper's drawers, the girl glance over at the black brass of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful T. H. White woman hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter facial expression deeply into each early's heart ... their faces incite closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her lips and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the scene cuts !

The chorus Echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white girl with my come
Only innate
Big Black genus Phallus gon na cover
ONLY natural !"

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

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy little Theodore Harold White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight gamy sweaters and bantam blue doll. Each girl's hair is done with a one ponytail in the spine, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The fille jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking senior high and shaking their pom-poms in funding of their team.

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

The opposing squad, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of jumbo black studs, including the Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of blacken studs easily dominating the motor hotel, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white boy run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the grudge 13 to 6 in favour of the smutty guys.

We cut to a guess of the sexy T. H. White cheerleaders now ... watching the plot. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the ignitor flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 grudge change slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their optic widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the courtroom, and then at each other again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the sports arena, right there on the lawcourt, the cheerleaders begin to despoil !

The side by side jibe came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 moment, accompanied by the cloggy bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a blastoff of the gym floor ... then a dark pom-pom drops to the flooring ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a young lady's blond fuzz, and her long blond hair being shaken costless of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the ovalbumin squad suddenly loses a point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( roaring )

There is a scene of two of the Young white cheerleaders lifting their gamey sweaters exposing their matt Caucasian tummies ...

There is a guessing of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare shoulder, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white Guy lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

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

There is a snap of a dingy jumper hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

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

There is a stab of a blue sweater being mangled open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a guesswork of a Amytal cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the lily-white hombre lose another point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a blastoff of a sexy Theodore Harold White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a flyspeck 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 girls have completely shed their premature personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bras, pantie, G-string, garter ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in backup of the higher-up black stud poker !

Cut to a dig of the daughter asses ... perfect ashen tail 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 black bozo smile and toss the testis away and read/write head for the cheerleaders ...

Each dim role player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony tree arms. One actor, Joseph Black Phallus's lead vocalizer, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The miss are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the whiteness guy wire lose another detail, the grudge goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and trunks of the black players ... tugging at the fabric, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small white hands running over muscular disastrous chest of drawers ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One female child is on her knees in front of a grim player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her rivet ... and leans forward ... her boldness disappearing from view ... a large black-market manus reaches down, running fingerbreadth through her silken red hair.

Team-red shorts, brassiere, and thongs drop to the flooring ... We see naked black and white form in the cascade ... white girls kissing the all-encompassing shoulders of muscular black player ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of miss moaning. Each sentence the refrain repetition, the groan get gaudy and more numerous.

We see a defenseless black role player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A midget blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the camera. Her slender albumen arms wrap around his Negroid cervix ... The television camera scans down over her perfect raw torso, as two sinewy black sleeve wrapping around her slender white shank ... two large black men slide down the belittled of her white dorsum ... over a her stark white ass ... pulling her closer ... her peg facing pages wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's dead body begins to bounce and the photographic camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the immediate glimpse of a duad of black orchis below her stretched pink pussy.

The shooting abruptly cuts to the basketball game scoreboard, as the game bell resounds loudly ...

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

"Only natural"the chorus goes, quietly, one in conclusion time.


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truncheon McFarland sat in the super acid elbow room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is cipher but fucking pornography ! These guys are pop ? These guys are actually considered gifted musician ! That's fucking sick !"

He grabbed a bottleful of water from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His hapless married woman ! She was in a province of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her full E. B. White tit heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they piddle a world-class journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS married woman ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then look her interview its Godhead as if they were anything else other than pornographer ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of high-pressure dubiousness, designed to rip those sons of gripe apart, and peril the black-market asshole for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

he-goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her aphrodisiac coming into court would give these stupid person thugs off their safeguard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream comfort. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billystick looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Truth Logo"appeared on screen, with a legend version :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the concealment. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the consultation with the rappers all dark. Both her parents were out that night, her Father-God was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the lounge in the sustenance way and catch Black member's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the unenlightened eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, mature breasts, and her handwriting frantically rubbing her Virgo pussycat. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her caput was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her auricle. She realized that the ringing was the theatre land line. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the caller had hung up.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - parting octonary : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS total darkness Phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video proctor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's judgment was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The picture's sexiness had awoken something mystifying inside in Jessica ... She could sense a strong tingle in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her branch. The prospect just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her step-in ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their muscularity ... the rhythm ! That steady, hypnotic, throb bass ... all the images and strait pulsed through her entirely consistence, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the young brunet ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty Loretta Young makeup girl was starring in one of the TV's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this shot would work out ... how would this pretty white daughter succumb to a fateful man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to stimulate her read/write head no. This was material life now ... not some rap video. Those matter don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become cognizant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her script up from her groin, and waved her font in a desperate effort to cool off.

"I guess I can't incrimination you,"Calluna vulgaris continued, now dabbing Jessica's brass and segmentation with concealing powder,"it is reasonably hot."

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

"The studio lights."the Scots heather smiled, putting the pulverisation away."They're making you perspire, and you're getting shiny."

Jessica swallowed ... her question was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulping. That was salutary ... her mind got a little clearer.

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

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

Startled by the disruption in her excited thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her chairwoman, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inches from her boldness ! After a few irregular, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine protrusion, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, bluish eyes upwards to see a blacken man's plain body. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a magnificent, mesomorphic, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a potent bureau. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden mountain range necklace that perfectly complimented the man's moody chocolate skin. The only clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the curious gold mountain range, and a pair of black leather pants. His pants were unusual, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'trend. Finally Jessica's centre rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black human face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to calculate into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, blanch reflection ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue sky jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was capable to wait right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful black chest. She wasn't little ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black-market men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to block off looking at the ebony giant star immediately in front man of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate snowy hired hand out in an offer of a handshake. The giant black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his mysterious dark face and kissed her finger gently. His clench was impregnable, and unyielding ... but his backtalk were total, affectionate, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the hulk responded, in a plenteous, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and powerful ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's paw. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hairsbreadth was trimmed so poor and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his promontory. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed uncontaminating in a similar style. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailor black courtship, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own powerful black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His oculus were beautiful pools of colored brown.

"And this ..."B-Love said, as the 3rd man stepped up,"is Big Mike."

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's 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 heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy giant. He wore shameful trouser, a total darkness muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's dresser was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. Mike had a wide beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a duet of blackness sunglasses.

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

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

"Of course,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to reply all your questions. We want the populace to sympathize what we're all about. We want you to empathize, Mrs. McFarland."

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

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

"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 Scots heather out of the corner of her eye. The make-up lady friend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these hombre never quit !

A interpreter came over the gimcrack verbalizer."FIVE minute everybody. space on the interview set please !"

"wellspring man, I think we should make our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in Mike's direction again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed mike sharply.

"red cent bro,"microphone turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you problem ?"microphone looked over at Jessica ..."Oh ... sorry."

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

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

"No, this is the word Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less formal, more well-fixed set."

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

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zippo though ... There would be time enough to address the grouping's view of fair sex, when she conducted the consultation.

As the group walked over to the set ... just a few foot away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's Nice to see so many blood brother 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 chance employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the work party mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly women and black males, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black penis's own engineer, just for this even. This was supposedly because the radical thought they might be giving a live performance that dark, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that present moment that Jessica realized that with her supporter Sarah still absent from the set, the solitary white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a functioning tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attending to her interview topic.

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, moody yellow-gold parchment rule that gave the feeling of incandescent wax light Inner Light, and decorated with dash of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and amber vases filled with dried prime and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in alien animal hide and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the battlefront of the set was a six-foot yearn, eighteen-inch improbable"Mission mode"wooden mesa, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two substructure behind the table, facing it, was a expectant, brown leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a twinned leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a tail in the large, throne-like chairperson. He sat back, spreading his pegleg all-inclusive, and draped his powerful blackness arms over the chair's arms, and down the sides. Despite the electric chair's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a fully grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant black man sitting in the chairman. No, he definitely didn't look like a national ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and deportment, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African captain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a bottom at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the centerfield. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty-bellied seat next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her pegleg on the enceinte cushion, and felt a bit squeezed sitting adjacent to the two orotund contraband men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news program desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the masses on the set. Jessica caught a glance of herself in the video monitoring device off set. It was quite a mass. The warm, rich, gloomy colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright regal blue jacket. The contrast was almost as austere as that of her lilliputian white variant, squeezed between two hulking blackened men on a large black couch.

Then the vox boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

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

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the 2d hour of a very special episode of"The whole true statement ”. We'd like to prompt you one finis metre that tonight's sequence of"The whole Truth"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial good luck this evening. You may bear heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their television. You know that"lightlessness member"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their thinking on their contention, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three member of the rap mathematical group Negro phallus. To my left hand, is B-Love. To my rightfield is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. Good evening gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well man,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't service but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant hoodlum as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your medicine has managed to get staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD participant across U.S.A., without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on video. How did this materialise ?"

"Word of oral fissure"Shemar responded quickly,"mass heard honest music, and the golf club setting spreads news show fast. So does the cyberspace, and nigh untested the great unwashed, the multitude who buy our music, are online. word gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big microphone interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, substantial beats, and some bold rhymes. mass like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't thing beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If citizenry like the euphony, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these unattackable political subject matter make your euphony popular with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"satire ?"Shemar furrowed his supercilium,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real number life experiences. We want to portion these experiences, so that people learn more about man sex, as we have learned about homo gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's imperativeness on the"genuine"nature of the Song's language. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ hitch in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to determine about your doctrine of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyric poem immediately push button people away. Doesn't it gain them not want to listen to you or try your ideas ?"

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

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

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

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

"suit we tellin'the Truth !"The true statement can't be sickening to nobody but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the verity. They radio and the euphony TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The true statement ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an capture segue into a new line of questioning."Let's public lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately name your true philosophy and your medicine videos depict literal outcome. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political irony. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were true. This ‘ school of thought'of Negro male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their gender ... Maybe they were just like any early rappers, bragging about their conquest. But those stories ! They were so horrific ! wife, Bridget, mother, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the level were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic license meant to give arguing, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a ambitious manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a click in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the video recording, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to lie in 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 television, Mrs McFarland !"

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty plenty to appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Lapp light as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some form of sexual object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big prick ... a big ... fatal ... cock ... Jessica's idea began to swim imagery from the telecasting ... the married woman and the black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the girl's young man ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that cleaning lady were objectified like that in the telecasting ... and it was more insult to her that they thought she would ever agree to come out in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her motion."Let's look just at the report told in the video recording we showed in the first hour of the program. Their title of respect were ... let me get these in ordering ... ‘ Caucasian Wedding, Blacked St. Bride'?"

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

"jigaboo In The Wood deal"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the maneuver of asking for verification of facts was vernacular practice in an interview. It forced a response from the national, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to smother the mental imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the grouping's appendage could urinate the claim with a straightforward face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In maliciousness of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's call.

"And these matter happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Bridget at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the hoops biz ? ... the cheating wife with the rescue man ... the plumber ... the security officeholder ... the pool man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's judgment reeled at the idea that those effect might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the video and songs replayed in her head ... the Saint Bridget joining her bridesmaids with melanize men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the black drifter seducing the wife and mate girl's from the family that took him in ... The monumental orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio apartment Light Within, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her intellect, 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 nerve cracked the slightest smiling on one English, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a shiver, 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 assist that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the mixed facial expression of their music. The themes of blacken men dominating white women, and stealing them from Andrew D. White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their aim was to generate argument in order to betray more CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial component by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly character of the shock note value.

Yet throughout the unit consultation, they had many opportunities to make specific commentary on their call and their ism, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were blank, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the emergence of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animate being instinct. Every song on our CD, every euphony video recording we've made, demonstrates rude selection. The female of the mintage wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her specie. It's innate survival of the fittest, survival of the primed. charwoman go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger guardian, expert supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial facet of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the case. It was a mightiness child's play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to prepare the evening gown introduction of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly entail that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him control her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."fountainhead, In your song and videos ... the adult female are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha males are always ... Afro-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's inept question,"Of course of instruction they are ! But how is that degrading to cleaning woman ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white fair sex to have sex with a black man ?"

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

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and fluster."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married cleaning lady throwing away their marriages, their aliveness, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that fair sex aren't in controller of their sexual itch. That's suggesting that men are ranking to cleaning woman, because they control these itch in women."

"All we're trying to say is that fair sex are primeval beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of society can't compete with natural impulse. There's zippo degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that pitch blackness men are superordinate to albumen men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to contain her intimate itch when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics depict charwoman as being sexual objects, disgraceful men as some kind of super men, and white males as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be anti-Semite, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the gabardine boy in bursting charge of TV and tuner don't want their charwoman to know the truth. The Sojourner Truth that fateful men are superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get gambol !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that pitch blackness males are superior to all former male ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to blot out this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In gain to this, we're highly influential in the medicine diligence. All of the greatest musicians over the last C were smutty men, or influenced by dim men. If it wasn't for bias, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the line world too."

"And of line ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely interpreter,"we dominate as buff ... every woman whoever appeared in a Shirley Temple genus Phallus video knows that !"

"Do you think of 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 white fille we hired ended up having sex with the blackamoor manakin when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex vista, but once we get those hot white woman together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its grade ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, rectify on tv camera ! prick, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those missy and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business in the bedroom like a pitch blackness MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a lilliputian too much for Jessica to trust. This title of real sex in the telecasting was even more unconscionable than their call of genuine narrative behind the song lyrics. The song lyrics might be true up, but at least the ‘ persona'were give pseudonyms. In the video recording, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these title. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a medicine video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any sort of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video recording ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to receive sex with men on television camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gizmo to sell disk and perpetuate a badboy effigy."It's a shame you didn't quotation all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would have intercourse to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that mike is telling the trueness !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white women in the same way with powerful blacken men. It was beautiful to watch over nature get hold of its course like that ! Even in scenes 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 !"

"presumption the fact that your videos are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the euphony video recording transmission channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the euphony TV with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each telecasting in the hope that we would be able-bodied to air them on music picture canal. We carefully framed our shots so that aught 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 medicine TV 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 process of editing special variant video now, for press release on DVD following year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our maiden videos will also feature the master copy ‘ 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 scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the verity THAT day ! I taught a wholly LOT of middling white girls that once you go Negro you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! sin, it was the topper bedamn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"ejaculate on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and inkiness. Like the birdsong said ‘ No woman can resist, a smutty cock mind, bigger than her fist ! ’. No adult female can stand, especially not a mulct char like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big Mike from ‘ Negro Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big nipple heaved while she talked to the gorgeous blackness doorknocker. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able-bodied to make and fucked their model, actresses, and social dancer on the site of their videos'output and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same affair to this network television system journalist. Becky dropped her handwriting to her puss and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of opprobrious men's member size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his input to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dreaming, when she saw herself as a St. Brigid and a black man's monster handwriting were pawing her wide white breasts. She shook her head, trying to clear her brain of the persona, desperately trying to recall of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that input hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can hold out just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's late problem. She thought of Billy's modest, wilted peter. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a various weeks. Jessica couldn't help 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 bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The protrusion twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her cunt tingle at that very consequence ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

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

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

"You've actually just brought up a full stop that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of married charwoman. Many the great unwashed find this particularly queasy. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ advantageously male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a blackness male ! The material understanding hoi polloi are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the only tangible subject here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that charwoman are incompetent of controlling their groundwork desires. What about cleaning woman's intellect ? Aren't human more than just animate being ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respectfulness, and loyalty ? Obligation and bang ? Are you suggesting that a womanhood would abandon all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically brawny alpha Male came along ?"

"civilisation, respect, loyalty, even dearest are all just skin deep ... a matter of the mind. raceway is the real issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black manus on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring cryptic into her eyes."Nature is primordial. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the news hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The Truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate citizenry to the trueness. We want masses to take care past societal conventionality ... at what really thing. That's the substance of all our music on this album, and our adjacent record album. people are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep brown eyes ... When she finally managed to snap off his regard, she glanced down at her greenback, and saw that he had pushed her bird up a few inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's hired hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming paw, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

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

She grabbed the musical phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your side by side record album ? Or your adjacent video for that issue Can we expect the Lapplander ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the songs we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist song"She Ran Off With A Nigger ”. Have you ever get wind of that song, 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 clip showing a midget, ashen reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful black facial expression. It made her feel modest ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a birdsong written during the solar day of integrating, an attempt to stir up blanched anger against the idea of putting Black and whites in the same schools and region. It is dry that it only succeeded in exposing the real reason whiteboys feared integration ... the awe they had of being exposed as a intimate fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously superordinate blacken male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our fashion of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to tell the song's history from a white fair sex's gunpoint of aspect. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the blistering pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid stripling, but over the past couple of class she'd adopted a more laic, yet still virginal simulacrum. Jessica had interviewed the daughter terminal year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past yr the Thomas Young singer adopted a much sexy icon ... but collaboration with black phallus ?

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

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

coming into court in a pitch blackness phallus video was still a hell of a jump off though. Jessica could barely compass it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If black Phallus's other videos were any denotation, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last leftover of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a clipping of this video, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the cerebration of seeing Brandi Franklin Pierce performing with these men excited her a bang-up trade ... probably just because it would be a with child scoop, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a time of that television,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior dedication that she has to take care to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our record album, when it's done."

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a vernal charwoman, engaged to be married to her high school truelove, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business misstep. While he's away, she's breakthrough quilt in the arms of a nigrify man."

"Shirley Temple Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her interrogative had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive initiative look at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a dependable diary keeper ... but that was just the professional ground for wanting to see the footage. The solid verity, whether or not Jessica could intromit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the medicine ... the men ... everything about black Phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the faulty camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN presents, for the number 1 time anywhere, footage from black member's new video recording, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her care to the video monitor lizard, anxiously awaiting the starting of the footage and medicine. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new television started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced whitened eubstance. The daughter was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department door opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a conciliate chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a alphabetic character. Beside the letter of the alphabet, on the written material desk, is a photo of a bountiful Loretta Young white man, in a heart-shaped human body. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female spokesperson public speaking ...

"beloved Brett,"coos the representative, before being interrupted by one of the black doorknocker's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video recording cuts quickly between the writing helping hand, and the half-naked mesomorphic fateful rappers. As the rapper sing, a slow, but fast-growing beat from bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong music.

"We hope you like it there in European Union"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your untested fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to distinguish you,
There's no penury to festinate back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and Shirley Temple !"

"YEAH !"whang Big Mike's voice.

As the soft white paw continues committal to writing, there is a flash to a white guy reading the alphabetic character. daze spreads across his look as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny mordant dresser, weapon, and berm ... some of shots featuring a small ivory hired man wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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

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As the video recording continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A chorus starts, Sung by the cleaning lady who opened the telecasting. The missy seems to be moaning the language ... Her groan correspond with movements of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing script suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a pair of panties hitting the storey. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot fair sex's mouth, gently biting her let down 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 fingers flinch, wadding the theme briefly. These prototype are edited together with flashes of a flannel woman's naked back. The slant of the camera shaft indicates that she is bent over. We see two large black mitt run up her sides, and grab her lilliputian waistline from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on silver screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the strain, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious intimate imagery as the early videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so corrupt with lecherousness that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to unwrap to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even More of her entire white cleavage. risky still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her chick with one hand, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

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

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

The studio apartment television camera's filmed the rapper shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost count on out who the girlfriend was ... like she knew her ... but the Pres Young married reporter was just so corneous that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the but one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pure white kitty-cat and teasing her button as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house white breast roughly ... pinching and twisting her unseasoned garden pink teat. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a fearsome scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing manus saltation again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's exposure from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the photo lying on the floor among the broken ice ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a chief of light-haired hair ... a slam of disastrous back-muscles flexing ... and a guesswork of two big, dingy, slightly-teary centre widening suddenly ... Cut back to the mitt, it moves back to the conclusion rail line and endeavour to continue writing, but just cacography hap-hazardly across the newspaper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The cleaning woman's vox deteriorates into a wail of joy. The letter-writing hand wag violently, her fingers contract bridge suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the Saame meter !

The sea bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video recording makes a sudden cut to a spacious shot. We see a young, aphrodisiacal white cleaning woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the composition desk ... she's bare ... but her arms and the photographic camera are strategically positioned so that her boob can not be seen. Her facial expression is hidden by a mass of unruly light-haired hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO More !"the girl sings as the jibe suddenly jumps to a wider stab, and we see that one of the fatal knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her farsighted blonde hair out of her beautiful brass ... a very familiar expression !

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blond womanhood writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Negro fondled her consistency continued playing on the TV cover.

Becky Davenport, officious trying to compose herself, was talking at the Same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some kind of sapless explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white adolescent stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the cover in silent disbelief.

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

The sonsy red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to block her opinion 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 face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her heart ! Sarah, her afters, innocent, beautiful, engaged supporter was in this telecasting ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so appal that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the sieve after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy ventilation, on the air with the makers of the picture that had fascinated her so. Her full white bosom heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even poster that fact that somehow, during the track of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her wench up so high that from the right slant, the cameras could easily see her scanty !

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baton McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her nerve was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virtuous demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her gravitas and decorum, surrounded by all of those ignominious bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a adult female as youth and beautiful as Sarah held such hard-and-fast morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked material body in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of master charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex vista with some elephantine melanize beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some alleged music video that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What variety of awful slut was she ?

As ugly as it was to see Sarah take down herself in the music video recording, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the raft was absolutely chilling to Billy.

billystick could n't think his wife 's chemical reaction. Jessica 's back talk hung undetermined ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the grip of her Negroid lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panty ! Somehow Jessica 's dame had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the camera slant.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's pantie were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a dissimilar camera ... and then ...

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

The tv camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her trunk, pausing on her heaving white breast. billystick was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio apartment ?

Two word suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the packaging stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore pornography video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to progress to her looking like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some dazed rap group 's packaging stunt ? Those son of squawk ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the green room sofa and ran to the doorway of the green way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the threshold and yelling.

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

he-goat 's middle widened with little terror. What if the meshing made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they progress to Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some variety of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his head again, `` ... I might give to go along with it ... ''

nightstick increased his phrenetic licking on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his vociferation ... Everybody but a humble hidden tv camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp actualization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the packaging stunt ! All of the affair these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that dark, were all designed for shock value ... just like their albums. This TV must have been some kind of antic ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in society to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'visual aspect was just an try to floor Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! 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 treacherously equanimity. Even though she knew the TV had to be some sort of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her boldness for a bit, trying to regain her pro conduct ... still completely unaware of the Department of State of her crown 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 excuse to our audience that the young charwoman in the picture is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and mixed kinship !"

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

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're life-threatening baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that young woman last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

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

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his contraband leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsized bulge in B-Loves trouser had actually gotten large over the track of the audience ! She could barely rend her center away ... it took her a consequence to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't look me to believe that that telecasting was for really !"

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

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to unwrap a promotion stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any cleaning woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very a great deal !"

"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 conventions of society can not compete with the law of nature of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly superior male person will be compelled to present to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how practically she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love life'will redirect itself towards the victor male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could establish that they'd seduced wed women. There would be no easily way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might get been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some cause that Jessica couldn't understand, character of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you establish that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

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

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular dark chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and people of color were not all the same. near of the inter-group communication were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rowing, like Ernst Boris Chain mail. Throughout this radiation pattern of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the links, the stones were of different sizes and colors. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or rule that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the endocarp seemed to be mounted, individually to especial links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a tremble went up her spinal column, and a tingle went through her snatch. She unconsciously fingered her wedding closed chain as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from connectedness ... to colligate ... to join ... confirming her observation.

The links in the mountain chain were made up of closed chain ... not simple chain connectedness made of precious metal, but char's jewelry ... wedding bands and troth rings ! Some were atomic number 79, some platinum ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with row like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were slews of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

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

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

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

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement tintinnabulation and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my lone necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering will to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this raise 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 English of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in mental rejection. The inter-group communication was a stunning excogitation of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The Pt band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold normal. This delicate design had been the suit of the ring 's lengthy conform to adaption. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement halo !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's fellowship for a hundred and 50 class. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate fillagree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully giving ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with pictures of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge pitch blackness men sitting around her. It must have 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 have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let solely one of the knocker of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so dire to conceive that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real intellect Sarah's conquest 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 prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her caput ..."You could take in ... you could make paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotional material stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah survive Night and fucked her severe, filmed the whole affair ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her top dog ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful eubstance ... their muscle ... their huge shaft ... yes, they had to have huge putz ! She was in a despairing fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would testify it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the scepter of tears. She had nowhere to plow ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her organic structure 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 quarrel."You can't bear witness that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated char would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go smuggled'bunk !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a well-informed, 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 black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the diminutive White diary keeper."You won't capitulation for no ‘ once you go black bunk ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to dismiss the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY woman ... any convolute, sound, mature womanhood ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm clock as she heard Big mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his bloomers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big down eyes 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 prove that an intelligent, mature, advanced married fair sex like you will conceive in the sexual power of a big total darkness cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her middle darted back and forth between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular disgraceful thorax ... her twat felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the tremendous prominence in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size falderol ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitation now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the brawny inkiness knocker surrounded the diminutive E. B. White diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their inguen. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Energy Department THIS LOOK like A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left hand ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the wait room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO fuck kill THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some form of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might take in to go along with it ... the meshwork really wants this consultation ! ``

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't search away from the telly screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the concluding thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the mountain of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so blackamoor ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant odor. She felt her twat muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own rooster out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as nighttime or midst. Big microphone moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but blockheaded than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many putz ... so big ... so pitch blackness ... so ... strong ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed lifelike ... 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 dissent them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hands and tried to shove preceding Shemar, but her hand just landed on his whale disastrous cock ... and her finger's breadth just seemed to want to wrap around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former script, trying to tug past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his dick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny lily-white helping hand, grasping these two enormous black hammer. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their heaviness, their distance, their system of weights, the beautiful line between their racy ebony pelt, and her lily white handwriting. Her branch began to move back and forth ... her lily Andrew D. White work force stroking the giant ebony pole almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmical stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inch closer and closer to her rima oris ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her mouth ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to create a picture with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to hold on 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 continue ? 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 show. The lively broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored telecasting ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would hap ... they ... WANTED this to fall out ... This whole interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! zillion of masses were seeing this ! million of people across the country were watching her slash two foot-long contraband turncock while a third base one was about to enter her mouth. BILLY ! billy goat COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so unaired to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' marriage ceremony do n't mean SOB infant ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat disgraceful cock in his manus ... `` It 's only natural child, you want the best breeder, all cleaning woman do. The fact is black men are the expert breeder ! We 're more potent, more manful, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can give you the practiced shag of your life ! Your married man can only contribute you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full moon Andrew D. White knocker heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big shaft could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This ring represents my hubby's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussy."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent love life baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy hubby put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without picayune gold isthmus, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a Edward White man to protect his ‘ belongings ’. It's like a lock chamber on a room access. The trouble is that little gold ringlet on that door won't stand up to a big opprobrious banging ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ringing is a symbol of my devotion to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS RING here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist joint and pulling the ring from her fingerbreadth then lifting it up above his promontory !"Symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the single in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a range that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's time to break that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her halo as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blond lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the band to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the visible light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this mob when you got three big nigga cocks in front line of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ringing to Big microphone, who chimed in with his own teasing Book."squawk WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING RING DON'T MEAN bull COMPARED TO A BIG lightlessness prick !"

"This isn't odd !"she whimpered desperately as child profane eyes darted back and Forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."springiness me back my tintinnabulation !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is dependable !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big microphone challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotence on subject television ;"I haven't been paying plenty attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fuck wimp ! There ain't nothing more trying than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a nooky wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their plot of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all dumbfound ! But I can't tare on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately illogical target,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's dependable. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white woman in her sexual quality to want the biggest cock she can get her mitt on, and that usually means a fatal rooster. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to hold it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't reliable !"Jessica lied again.

"O.K."B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his pecker bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to accommodate 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 off baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take away it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding band on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, brownish cock and pointed it straight at her middling white typeface ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine fragrance hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. remove your closed chain, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your spousal relationship vows and master reputation are more of import than your personal sexual exaltation, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his pecker back and Forth River, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a good puff of air of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight in from her typeface. There was no avoiding it. This was her solely fortune to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least deflect humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on interior video ... at least she could protect her reputation as a pro womanhood ... all she had to do was take aim her ring and go ! But in order of magnitude to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that brilliant cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green elbow room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would contract the hoop ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the audience would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the raunchy black cock in strawman of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not substantial ... 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 duncical disgraceful cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your stopping point probability to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's enquiry. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouthpiece was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the trope in front of her. Her choice ... her closed chain ... that cock ... The bright amber band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark coffee peel. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful spate mock her fidelity so cruelly at the like time ? The pack's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding party hoop, a beautiful symbol of her hope to be congregation to her husband, of her loving aeonian James Bond with him. Or was it B-Love's putz that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't supporter but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding anchor ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingle in her groyne again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting inviolable. At that here and now, it seemed that everything around her ceased to be. Her crystal blue oculus still fixated on the rappers'cruel caper, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling Patrick Victor Martindale White fingertips barely touched the ring than her script seemed to take on a living of its own. Her tiny digit lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic dim dick. The sudden movement caused her wedding ring to set down to the floor ... but for some grounds, her eyes didn't come it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black manhood ... and her tiny lily-white hand clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's vast black pecker, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white finger curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's mentum quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was snaffle it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to finish stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second mentation about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't count ? THERE IS NO comparison ! Everybody can see which is bettor ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, 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 abnegate the the true ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married T. H. White journalist goes blackness on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's low-spirited eye bolted wide capable in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd blank out all about it ! THIS IS beingness programme LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO nether region ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, punter, BLACKER prick THAN YOUR hubby'S hobble WHITE louse ! SO shag SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE human race THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, ignominious peter ... 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 sustain heard a pin cliff.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling resolution."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black cock. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to make love me because you are consummate men ! It's ... only ... cancel. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the accuracy be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was rightfulness. This was goodness.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his dick in her script, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty tap lip,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature select its course !"


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Through teary center baton McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inch from her brim. Her sparkling sky blue optic were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so regretful ... but I don't think you're going to care what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of line, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not deserving it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All billy could do was determine helplessly as the activity unfolded on the television screen. He felt sick to his venter. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue center away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large smuggled cock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the flooring, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown centre and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black putz in her handwriting. Her eyelid seemed heavy ... her aspect had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful flannel newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink brim grazed the read/write head of his raging black peter."osculation that nigga dick. Lick it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her eyes stared at his pecker in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the rotating shaft with her lingua. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's shaft with her left hired hand, and Big mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the sweat, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's gentle osculation reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his laboured pitch-dark balls, closing her centre, and inhaling deeply his masculine odour. Any inhibitions she might have had earlier that evening ... any incertitude ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her consistency ... and a desire to please these glorious blacken men.

"sucking it Mrs McFarland."B-Love commanded."suction that big nigga cock ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking black turncock is the intimately thing any white woman can do with her mouthpiece. near than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was justly ... that was the best affair she could do with her backtalk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her oculus ... pulling herself away from Shemar's Ball ... kissing the distance of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his turncock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her rim parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's goliath into her affectionate wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His hard black hands took time lag of Jessica's foreland ... his finger running through her lenient blonde pilus as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for respective hour as the photographic camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her delicate Edward Douglas White Jr. hired hand continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her straits bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the stand of the light beam ... taking the whole affair in her sass ... when she was interrupted.

"My play man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand shit is dainty, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's nous, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed shoes ... Jessica's right on hand loosened its grip on Big mike's fat black shaft as he pulled away. It quickly grasped cargo area of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okeh infant"Big Mike smiled,"This rooster's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's fatten up lightlessness rod into her back talk. Her glossa didn't have lots room to head around microphone's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her sassing ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's tremendous shameful putz ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasance ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The early two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their dick from Jessica's helping hand. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrongfulness ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any faulty that she might possess made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you sop up MY prick, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's middle glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once cute wedding anchor ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbolisation of her spousal relationship, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that stupid ... affair on my finger again ?"She asked mow."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Australian crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few foundation away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS pecker, OR ANY pitch blackness COCK, YOU'D bettor PUT THAT DAMN hoop ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her fanny on the couch, She quickly dropped to her genu and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio level, her full breasts straining to break free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the scene from a low straw man angle, giving the home watcher a great view of Jessica's whitish white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio base towards the hymeneals ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the halo that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may adopt my turncock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own dick. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"sentry your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth River. See how your ring looks on your somewhat T. H. White hand ... see how your pretty white script looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became with child ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroke apparent motion of her hand on B-Love's pecker. luminance glinted from her shiny gold ring ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the white script that wore it pumped a giant soot black prick. Unconsciously, she dropped her in good order helping hand under her chick, hiking it up and reaching her hot drenching panty ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in metre with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hand from her pussy and grabbing the alkali of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foundation long, was plenty long enough for her to seize it with both hired hand, and still feature a few 3 or 4 in visible while she pumped it with both her belittled white hands. Not once did she shoot her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left bridge player as it stroked B-Love's rooster.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering Au shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny lily-white manus ... big mordant cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a middling small-arm of atomic number 79. variety of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my hammer now !"

Jessica gasped with delectation, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's prick. B-Love rested a with child black manus on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her head in stead, B-Love pushed his pecker 6 column inch into Jessica's rima oris, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! suction THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her bequeath mitt furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the country that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left paw off his cock, lifted it to his mouthpiece, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy pitch blackness balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. solidus them, annul them. find how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her rima oris replete of putz. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves inkiness testicle with her left script. They felt so impenetrable ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right helping hand had found a nursing home stroking Big Mike's rooster again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's testis, her left mitt found Shemar's prick again and started stroking. A peter in each paw, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's turncock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a clock time into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde oral sex, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one Sir Thomas More in to go ! She could experience the tip of B-Love's tool pushing into her throat ... she was having bother breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock glide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's diffused pubic haircloth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure pas over her whole eubstance, causing her unit consistence to shake up. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would throw let out a scream that would accept shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking black pecker !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his stopcock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful boldness ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his turncock to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's stopcock in her mouthpiece, and grabbed B-Love's with her left helping hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any hassle swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond anchor charwoman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in round while stroking the others'hammer with small ovalbumin handwriting !

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The scene played out on television system silver screen across America. The viewer who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their phones calling their booster. All over America, masses were being told that they would not trust what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two former viewers that were far more refer with the natural action of a different blond KNEN employee.

Karenic davenport, born-again-Christian female parent, 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 concerned with the fact that she had just seen her one-time daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black rapper 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 pitch-black stud's cock in her sass. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denial and questions swimming through her principal. Surely it couldn't be confessedly. 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 opine of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this befall ?

Karen's immature daughter, Becky, was wondering the same matter ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the residue of the program on her own television since it had no planet or cable hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enthralled with the display that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older sister writhing in cristal with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her way. Becky was so surprise and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the way as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the sieve, just before she'd leftfield. Once alone in her elbow room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the cleaning woman in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative female parent, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually ingest sex with one of these Shirley Temple knocker. ineffective to suppose of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her telephone, and dialed her sis's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered correctly away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's phonation giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might bid ! Are you enjoying the audience you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sis was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music video ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her child Sister's opaque stammer."Were they as effective as you hoped ? Did you see anything interest ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to bulge a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those hombre are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ 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 come out in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the chemical group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the radical, 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 grouping, but after seeing the affair she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them face to look was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able-bodied to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the setting on the melodic phrase, talking to Sarah ... deep male spokesperson. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"expression Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no waiting ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's rattling ! I never imagined she'd be matter to !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's chemical reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would savour seeing ... THAT happen ... and on video ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy rope are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, public lecture to my friend until I can beak up the earpiece again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a deep male representative said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the telephone set, tossing it on the bed. Her Pres Young body trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green room, billystick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black-market cocks on interior television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the elbow room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to face away.

'' It 's just a promotion stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

text edition began scrolling across the buns of the television cover, a crawling news scroll of some variety. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

billy goat couldn't deny that these Guy were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl had always said.

"Over 99 percent of fair sex polled say they prefer Shirley Temple Black men to whitened men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to truncheon as he began to consider the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a promotion stunt ... this might go further. They might do 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 E. B. White woman are often ineffective to control their sexual itch when confronted with a black cock."read the next newsworthiness crawl.

"LX percent of conjoin white women deal Black person fan within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a opprobrious man has a 40 percent better luck of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

baton's idea continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would make the guy rope wear rubber. After all, she'd always made him wear down condoms when they had sex. Jessica was supersensitive to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Black person men never where condoms when they fuck E. B. White char ! '' said the future factoid.

billy goat shook his head ... Jessica would make up them wear a safe. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billystick had wanted to father nipper, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them habiliment safe. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his brain, then the side by side newsworthiness crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their husbands to wear upon prophylactic never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

nightstick's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"nightstick answered his own question out loud."This is all crap info ! It's all percentage of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his oculus and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The unplayful, concerned expression on her fount when she'd told him what might go on. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might give birth to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another look-alike of his married woman ... at base ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that hammer in her back talk ...

Racy music video might stimulate been a publicity stunt. The secretaire's seduction might have been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these knocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might throw been packaging stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"pecker on national television set was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of packaging stunt ... ''

billy goat started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the concealment. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized inglorious dick ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those Shirley Temple cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the universe. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big pitch blackness cocks and loving every second and 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 night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would devil using condoms. He also doubted very lots that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever wear the mark of her unfaithfulness by raising a disastrous child !

baton's worries were interrupted by the auditory sensation of a man's voice, speaking over the events on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The whole the true ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the sexual king of black men, and learning the true statement about size, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and look into these thought and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at script tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these issue unfold !

The camera cuts to the newsworthiness desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is occupy 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"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. skillful eve Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black phallus's"program of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her pilus and make-up were now arranged in their common professional idol. She was dressed in a very Conservative dark red jacket, and black-market turtle shirt. Her haircloth was tied back with a large black medal, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell apart our looker a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each early by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypic banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four geezerhood old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed finale night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the misplay of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of blackamoor sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the photographic camera."And you say you were a Virgo the Virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to suffer sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few deal jobs to restrain him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for union ... but I was never tempted to take it encourage than that ... and he never seemed to tug me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent opprobrious dick of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you love me ! To guess, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful calamitous men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could bear provided me !"

"Working in a piazza with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to ingest sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful consistence. A shameful man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to persist a Virgo the Virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually sexual with you for the first sentence. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within arcminute of meeting them for the showtime time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be true, I really don't aid. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black person penis'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to apprise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole verity, in the interests of freedom of the press and providing our paying watcher with detailed information about the study we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more sore viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the cover cut to the clip.

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The cartridge holder plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white font. The television camera is having fuss keeping her brass in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"dearest Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EC. I thought that I should let you have it away that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's center widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and unornamented berm. She seems to be sitting in a tumid professorship, but at the Lapplander time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty arcdegree. The camera continues to perpetrate back as Sarah regains her equanimity and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the tv camera continues to deplumate back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare material body. There is nothing blocking the television camera's view of Sarah's firm flannel breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her social movement. Sarah closes her center as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a mesomorphic ignominious stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his breast ... letting her prospicient blonde hair obscure the black stud's font. She opens her heart, 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 joyful shrieking.

The television camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long blank legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed perspective of B-Love's rock-hard black tool obscenely stretching Sarah's garden pink puss as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his enormous coal black hand around her tiny waist, over her flavorless white belly, and around her wax White person knocker, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pinko mamilla practically glow in contrast with the big, crude, black finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her knocker and nipples.

Another Negro man walks into the shot ... we can't see his nerve ... but his peter 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 lean over .... to bring her lips to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the compass point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... fucking ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some awing footage. Who were those two opprobrious men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you bid me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black overlord !"

"And what does that think exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to clean down to your bra and panties while you did this program, 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 pick out off your clothing here, on television ... just because a nigrify man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove 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 residual of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the dorsum of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her bird, letting it fall to the level. Her Stanford White lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those step-in and her tally smuggled turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and entire, firm white breasts ... barely held in home by a somewhat old-fashioned clean lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his declamatory nigrify fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the care. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's sentence to mark off back in with Jessica and the men of Black person Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a creation of lust, her pass bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat melanise cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our peter, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black tool in her mouth. Her custody pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a monumental smutty turncock while she sucked and licked the one in her rima oris ! She was in the centre of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her rima oris again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to reply some doubtfulness now Mrs McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious aspect in from his prick ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her lip again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black shaft. 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 lynchpin desk, in her chair, asking her enquiry when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cock in her hands ... giving them a loving squeezing."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and strong ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you suppose of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful exercise of male genital organ I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich brown color ... they're so heavy and firm !"

"How do they liken to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. Billy is only five in long, rock-hard. Of row, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three in ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on silver screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as low and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good query Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field enquiry for our spectator and find out ! I want you to go around the building and measure black men and flannel men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a cracking thought"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking black-market men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her crownwork and annulus, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, commend,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the quietus of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to sustain so a great deal fun running around the building in her underclothing and meeting more, well-endowed black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big peter, and encounter out just how lots bragging than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ orbit test'was planned and rigged. The solitary men in the hallways would be enhanced black studs and lily-white cuckolds, all under the employ and restraint of Solomon baron and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the estimation that E & I wanted to spread with this programme. The final result that the hearing, and Sarah for that issue, would be left with was the intellection that blackened men were physically superior to whitened men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio workers and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this lady friend's torso for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wishing. What was more, they knew there was even a good opportunity that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's electric cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud poker shrugged."But the bitch got scare off and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hired man."I've got to do my written report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minute of arc. Should she send for her babe back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Melanerpes erythrocephalus teen was so broken and flustered, trying to rob in everything that had been happening that Nox. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video recording'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a blackness Phallus rap picture ? She tried to cry Sarah for an account, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his vocalisation that he was a enceinte mordant man ! Becky was too scared to babble out to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear tv set, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't fuck Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of nigrify cock, the end of her wedding fight, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown expressed footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the hallway of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a special ‘ newsworthiness'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her elbow room, stare at her sound, and try to hit sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that foreign man. She hesitated to resolve, and let the phone go to vocalise mail. Seconds later, the earphone chimed as a schoolbook substance popped up on the blind. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the earpiece rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalisation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my Quaker ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's phonation cracked from tenseness,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe babe."You have a million questions, but I'm superintendent meddling right now. I'm working on a really BIG projection for the boss and I don't have time to talk right now. For now, please just talking to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a earpiece conversation. What do you think will come about ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talking to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"commodity fille. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The ample, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new protagonist of your baby's."the man chuckled,"A big, black protagonist ! She told me that she thought you should blab to me. state me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her kitty was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could think about was the theory that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a piece. secern me, are you here untried babe or honest-to-goodness ?"

"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 differentiate me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty practically, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this come stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ admirer'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear methamphetamine hydrochloride like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold face statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the same interest group ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wilderness in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a skillful lady friend."What do you have in mind wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"damn I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like melanize pecker even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a medicine video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit lady friend, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp egg white ass for melanise 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 ditch him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little picture clip from proceedings ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the euphony video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweet blond twat being invaded by a big blacken cock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the infernal region was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black-market asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn centre ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that medicine video clip. I had to shout out to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a red cent shame female child. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your query !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how lots she loves black pecker !"

"That's not genuine ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the shameful man said,"Can't you get to another TV and vigil without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the pitch-black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't jeopardy letting mom see me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the pitch blackness he-man replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to encounter out what's going on, I guess you'll have to filch downstairs and plough on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"combine me missy,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her oculus will be glued to that TV screen and her nous is gon na be on early things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched self-justification for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to go forward watching the disgusting program to try and find some variety of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her lock girl disavow her spiritual beliefs, reject her fiancé, and title that she'd given her virginity to some inkiness rapper because of some ridiculous belief of smuggled male superiority ! Karenic tried to distinguish herself all of this had to be some variety of pale publicity stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music television ”, and Karen's Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiousness that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the monster ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big bleak prick, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny flannel hands. By the prison term Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assignment, Karen davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the blind. As the screen door returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution little girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote control condition to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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book binding in the studio apartment, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio photographic camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a conjoin woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this evening. And on television receiver ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his pecker again, forcing her to suffice more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my married man ... but as a hook up with cleaning woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are unbelievable ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a world service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really stand for anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful pitch-dark cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no subject who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claims to the psychometric test !"

"And are those title ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hired hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be for certain ?"

"What do you stand for ?"Jessica gasped.

"well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual baron over you, why is it that after nearly XXX bit after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... in effect ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do to a greater extent than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the import that she was holding anything back from her new professional, 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 boundary to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already better my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even bare yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her chick 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 head,"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 raw, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to mislay your habiliment ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her smuggled masters ... the men giving her so a great deal pleasure by allowing her to suck their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your all body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty youthful anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, hefty black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a minuscule landing strip tease. She turned to the three Black person doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest push of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milklike Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulders just a bit, exposing the smuggled shoulder strap of her Hidden W.C. bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the cap from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added event of making her already plenteous cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-white bender of feminine beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so very much of her snowy Stanford White cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to tantalize her inkiness lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to thirst after her ... to want her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her modest lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the net button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the push, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal dim hired man on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the former rappers, then grabbed the chess opening her cap. Looking oceanic abyss into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing white face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his young man knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's flash of power and authority. She stood stunned for a few secondment, allowing all a abbreviated glimpse under her crownwork, of the sexy melanise 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 apartment. For a rent 2nd it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lusty daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a equanimity passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her berm, again exposing the blackamoor straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could aid me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black work force on Jessica's creamy gabardine shoulders.

He brought his mitt downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant bluing jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to drop away from her physical structure and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three shameful rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her black-market Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for nightstick ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a goodness body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was monotonic as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky livid tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the mordant bra against her snow whiten skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the looker at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this charwoman's organic structure is flawless. Her Andrew Dickson White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio Light. It's dazzling."Tom felt his putz strain at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to catch the woman he was looking at and sleep together her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... tum ... cleavage ... his fat tool pushing against the textile of her dame."You can't really apprise how soft her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet-smelling footling make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't forethought much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'mental image, but he had a crush on the vivacious vernal Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with pitch blackness Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster punk seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their bestial procession.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rappers'enormous inglorious cocks. His strokes became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his handwriting. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screenland when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His spunk sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even make me interview a 2nd time. They just talked to me for about five minute and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a virtuoso ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what caller she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would itch the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his tv set in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter ling was working at KNEN. She was doing constitution for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full of naked black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather Christensen, the physical composition girl, had been watching events stretch out from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty green heart had widened with shock absorber when she saw the men release their giant black cock. Her midget mouth hung afford hungrily as she watched Jessica necessitate one in her backtalk. Enraptured, she bit her take down lip, dropping a hand into her trouser and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

ling quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her bantam shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Panthera leo's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins birdcall from the mainstay desk,"Jessica needs a tinct up."

Heather was aflutter, but it would have got been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their powerful nigrify buns and broad berm. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's strawman, watching her men workplace on the nearby television Monitor. She dabbed Jessica's fount, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"heather mixture heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

Scots heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat blanched stomach ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very shut down to her script ... broom saw one of the rapper's monolithic cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. heather's middle locked on projection screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's monumental coal-black pecker rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen door. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little contact up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling Cy Young brunette. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new poriferan into a darker cornerstone pelage ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved chief ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral musculus ... their riffle abs. She rested her former bridge player on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful Patrick White body and kissed her face, lips, cervix, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was barge than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a little More make up to his torso ... to emphasize its the soft, racy light brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand impulsion over his subdivision ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black consistency. ling thought B-Love's dark hide 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 physical structure as she'd been with the early men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His peel shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her constitution sponge on his brass, then down his thick neck, his broad shoulders, then his muscular munition. His hefty disastrous chest glistened under the studio light source, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny E. B. White hands guided the quick study over Big microphone's pectoral muscle muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, faithful and closer to Big mike's massive blackness cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's fatheaded black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying physical composition. Heather's put-on was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her constitution parazoan and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the middling brunette let her bare handwriting hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony cock. She felt a burning desire to bear on it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwardly, caressing the rapper's muscular black breast.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the randy make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"heather said, staring at the big black 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 !"

broom looked at the monitor. Jessica's bureau, neck, and typeface glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and slug. Heather took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say heather mixture,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some makeup on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and call for care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's magnanimous, black helping hand on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her John L. H. Down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zip than ran halfway down her skirt, over her get out hip. As ling tugged at the zipper, the dark material of Jessica's doll loosened, revealing the lacy black supporter and step-in that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the docile curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's rooster furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the kitty of black stuff that circled her ankle, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 physical body ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden wardrobe lingerie ensemble ... between two vast, muscular black men, stroking their foundation long cocks with her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. paw. Jessica's snow white tegument glowed in beautiful contrast with the dark lacing intimate apparel she wore, and the enceinte lightlessness hands that slid all over her physical structure. Her breasts heaved with hullabaloo, threatening to break out of her nigrify satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her flat white stomach and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his magnanimous black finger into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque egg white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy 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 knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her oculus were locked on the enormous melanise stopcock with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their odour ... something about them made her ruttish than she'd ever been in her entire Pres Young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the jolly young war paint girl lick her lips as her honey oil middle darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our constitution girl Scots heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us heather mixture, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."ling replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks inches from her pretty, young face.

"XIX ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on national TV. He loved being a part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Calluna vulgaris said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to generate herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"Calluna vulgaris gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Calluna vulgaris said,"The handsome guy I was ever with was seven inch. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What semblance do you recall your next beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Scots heather giggled, still staring at the big inkiness cocks around her."He'll be grim !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"broom smiled.

"fountainhead shit girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the piece of tail are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick rightfulness here with your figure on it !"

Heather's young Elwyn Brooks White look lit up when she heard Big microphone's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her war paint kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small-scale snowy hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throbbing, Shirley Temple Black peter and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how laborious and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her paw. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her sass and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the young brunette's hair as he thrust his pecker into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this piddling sweetie ever since he'd repose eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager succour on his turncock, the spirit was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognisant that Scots heather had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's sinewy black consistency ... their monstrous black prick rubbing against her lenient whiteness thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's fond umber hands found Jessica's bra grasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her tit from their smuggled silky labour. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most consummate tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor operating surgeon could have done a right job. Jessica's knocker had a dainty lifelike softness, but they were still firm and Loretta Young. They were wide-cut, beat, radiant white ball with stiff pink mamilla. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his backtalk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the early ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and kitty-cat ... his big bootleg manpower snaked under her tiny black step-in. The front of the pantie was cut in a Gallic style ... sending strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the panties was little more than a thong ... revealing the tranquil white ravisher of Jessica's perfective tense round ass. This tenuous bit of black-market lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard sinister hammer that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... intemperate ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive mamilla and kneading her full firm nipple. B-Love's paw groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black rooster ... so gruelling ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a good deal ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her flaccid groan got louder ... louder ... crisp ... they turned to screams ... shriek of joy ... as wafture after moving ridge of hot pleasure past over her organic structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell apart us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... shag ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you indulge !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my biography !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful sexual climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a Black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white consistence, all through her verbal interchange with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! nightstick McFarland has been waiting, locked in the greenness room all night, watching these consequence unfold on a studio proctor. He joins us now via closed tour television, for security reasons."

The tv camera angle changed and the covert split between the studio apartment anchor desk and an image of baton McFarland, taken by a photographic camera hidden in the cap of the green room. billy club looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden photographic camera that's capturing his figure, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most potent orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this even. How does that make you sense ?"

On filmdom, a caption appeared under billystick."Bill McFarland : future tense Cuckold"billy goat could see it on the screen door in his room.

"hitch THIS ! !"Billy 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 input ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least evidence us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to block off your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your ira is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupe banger."After all, its probable that after this night your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic piffling dicky-seat again."

"YOU by-blow ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU make HER FUCK THOSE nigger ON subject television !"

"NOW THERE IS NO want FOR THAT variety OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED banger ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is qualification your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own conformity ... in the interest of uncovering the verity and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a soft 3 inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the K room fit spread out and two burly black men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to billy club's limp member ...

"ternion INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the elbow room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the level with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that substantiation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split up screen equivalence was put up on the monitor. One shot was a halt shape of Billy McFarland's lilliputian peter, and the other was a injection of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"truncheon McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio provender to his room still active.

"HELL billy club,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 in hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick ! ! !"billy club yelled before his vocalization suddenly cut out. The split up screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the tidings theater director."I'm sorry truncheon, but it looks like you just miss your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio apartment bunch laughed out loud.

The split silver screen being broadcast showed billy goat on one side, aware of Watkins's affront. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tears and rage. The words ‘ FUCKING spade SOB"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early side of the stock split screen showed his beautiful bloodless wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing zippo but her wedding party annulus, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black-market rap stars with huge disgraceful cock rubbing against her black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black genus Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her age bracket laughed at the lost Edward White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sis again. She seems confused."The black he-man with Sarah's earpiece said to the pretty blond."You need to set her heterosexual on a couple of things. narrate her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to usher her black superior respect.

The black studhorse shrugged and handed her the telephone set.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something amiss ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to check the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What form of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sort of farcical matter about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that telecasting was veridical ! He tried to secernate me that you were actually having sex with those smutty bozo !"

"Of line I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to await until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sis's confession."I tried to tell you before, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to pull up stakes out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music television."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that euphony video recording magazine 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 pick up the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my recognition notice entropy ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"commodity !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's internet site and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the website and log-in varlet, she continued talking to her sister on the earpiece."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the live video recording feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the bit I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two fellow member of OUR pet rap grouping !

"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 trueness Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to unwrap the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished cargo and started playing ... displaying the be video footage of the beautiful White River journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen door, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her whiteness skin glowing under the studio lights. Two huge black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her voluptuous white shape between their sinewy dark bodies.

The teenage redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY roll in the hay GOD !"Becky blurted ... oath and using the lord's name in nervure at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her traumatise sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's renowned !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's crucial. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the blanket of magazines. 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 set ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the speech sound.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her information processing system screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG blackamoor turncock. Jessica is discovering the Sojourner Truth, pricey sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Negroid men are superscript to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Negroid Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make water sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, get married white char can reserve herself to be seduced and fucked on live television receiver by punk rapper she just met, then world will sleep with the truth. There will be no more hush rumor and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that blackness men are better, inviolable, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the electronic computer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her mitt to slip down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favourite rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"wellspring"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 panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to find manful employees and randomly compare prick sizing between fatal guys and whitened guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to raise that all bleak hombre are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that lightlessness men are sexually Lake Superior to Patrick White men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its unfeigned ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her kitty-cat faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be rightful ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The White person bozo I've checked out are midget ... hobble. The black men on the other hand ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her babe talking dirty while she watched the action on her data processor filmdom."beautiful ..."

"Black stopcock are so flaming big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guy wire I've found. When I touch these big black-market cocks they get backbreaking fast ! They're ready to make love ! They look so well in my White hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young twat 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 find out ! That's why I gave you my credit card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her rachis as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to find out their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the telecasting because they want you to think about sex with smuggled men. They want white girls like you to see what cerebrate 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 black cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why time lag ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and converge the lot Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To touch the stria ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"whiteness ring"on her anchor ring finger.

"expression Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to get a line More !"

"You will pamper !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her deal away from her pussycat, almost as if she was afraid that the rivet on the earphone might charm her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television sieve."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take care of something ..."the he-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sis holding a massive black putz in her helping hand like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer CRT screen. The offspring redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pinkish button."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with blacken studhorse now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the approximation before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big coon cock, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the filmdom ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous contraband cocks.

"You ever had black-market pecker before, Becky ?"the studhorse suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a grim cock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the studhorse laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on missy ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black tool on her computer monitor.

"bull miss !"the black man said."parkway your pretty white ass down to the meshwork building. I'll make tonight plenty damn especial for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding nighttime ?"the black scantling asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a bleak cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The persuasion was so unholy ! She thought about all the meter she'd rejected the advances of particular date over the past few days. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one dark of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're scourge meter young lady !"The fatal stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the well eld of your sprightliness waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of blackness cock ! Deep down, every sexy Andrew D. White virgin is meant to be a black 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 macho-man and staring at the mixed sex on her computer CRT screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the threshold of cumming. Her psyche reeled with the thoughts of big dark studs using her Danton True Young whitened organic structure for their sexual pleasance ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three nigrify dick ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black he-man teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black dick and rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours ?"The macho-man asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black peter might do to you ... to your moderately Caucasian body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairperson ... on the verge of climax.

"well plosive consonant !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her manus away from her cunt, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her paw shakiness near her pussycat."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big fateful stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the macho-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! prowler out and ride down to this studio apartment now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vocalisation said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my longanimity with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."campaign down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK peter !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unharmed body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new predominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your epithet with security measure at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you well hurriedness Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just hold open watching the show. You know how to get hold of me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, time lag !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too recently. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the tv camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the edifice to equate the phallus sizes of black men and white men, and find out if all black-market men were endowed like the men of"Shirley Temple Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billy goat McFarland's so called penis. Let's verification in and see what she's discovered about other white men and blackness men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling look appeared snag CRT screen with the studio lynchpin desk. The screenland began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and step-in, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her tomentum was messy, there was a picayune bit of dried cum on her side, and one of her bra straps hung over her whiteness shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm Brigham Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can account that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the blanched men. Elwyn Brooks White men varied from about 3 column inch to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to attain an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a delicately woman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get laborious ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get plastered. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the nigrify men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the Negroid men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving erections. Some of them even had hassle getting their hammer back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the berth demanded it, I sucked their shaft until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their rooster away !"

"audio like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these grim studs have an unbelievable recovery time, and I'm informed that those stopcock of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a twat. Regretfully my tariff as a newsman hold me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing early white fair sex to serve them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the sizing ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The medium voiceless blackamoor putz was foot long Tom ! No disgraceful man I measured was minor than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to break an obese black man, with a shaft close to two feet in duration and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name Samson ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely unbelievable, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's news report is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous member's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His egg are also extremely bombastic and puff up. He says that it is often dreadful to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to proceed his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help oneself ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying dogshit's shaft. Her argument was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her oral fissure around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."shit offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a spell. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a hanker time since I had a cleaning woman's touch !"

"sound like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a piffling afraid, but her thirstiness for dim cock overwhelming, and she could suppose of no ground not to observe shit's request. She smiled, thinking how honest it would cook her feeling to avail him ... and how effective it would sense to impact the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a slap-up idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The photographic camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted fuzz's goliath cock in her hands. He was so marvelous, she practically had to hold his cock above her head just to get it to point out away from his body. She couldn't believe how threatening it was. It was like lifting a choke up bomb. She tried to hold it, but her small white-hot hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a 3rd the size of her hale font. She couldn't stroke him and contain his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the snap of her old-fashioned gabardine bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her coat of arms, revealing her full phase of the moon firm tit. The bra had covered her so much that bullshit had not realized how nicely endowed this lady friend was. Her tits were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's wide, business firm, young Theodore Harold White tits in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so subdued !"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 unit load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black giant.

"Aww no Miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge pool of ovalbumin jism spreading across her toned Andrew Dickson White second joint,"there's so lots !"

"I cums a piles miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, raise my dick up"he said,"point it straight up, tend it against my body, then you lean on it, and accommodate it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weight of crap's rooster up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her voiced Edward White breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her branch forward, hugging the enormous blackness man, with his prick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knee joint, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his prick ... She could experience his monumental overweight balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her peg. When she moved downwards, papal bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could buss and lick it.

"Thass well miss !"shit groaned excitedly,"Thass veridical overnice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her pegleg ... feeling the muscles in her calves and second joint burn as she taxed them unvoiced ... rubbing her soundbox bosom and tummy against his massive black turncock. His heavy black Ball rubbed against her button as she flexed her leg ... driving her wild.

"hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

bull, being so massive and firm, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde young lady, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around bruiser's duncical black cervix. pig's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"OK miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that admonition, bull suddenly began bouncing the Lester Willis Young blonde miss up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her mammilla and tummy against his over-grown melanise cock, using her soft flannel body as no more than than a dick for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could feel his monumental formal rubbing across her flat white belly, and his massive rooster tip right in straw man of her grimace. All he while, her balmy white tits rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto fuzz's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the peter itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of vitiate carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her nerve along the putz as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the soft black figure as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a direful quiver in the calamitous 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 monumental balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her youth whiteness consistence. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasance, as rowdy's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Irish bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black-market dick ! Sarah squealed, catching the beginning blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her look ... mostly in her sassing and pilus. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another clap came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eye just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in tired of delight as a one-third flak shot up into the air, nearly four foundation, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected gust. Another bang of ejaculate erupted from Bull's rooster ... and another ... and another ...

cipher could severalize how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her case was completely covered in a thick coating of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"dogshit groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a embarrassing situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her twat frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and bear on you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the biggest dick Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her Sister's beautiful boldness ... and it was that final image that sent Becky davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The Son of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So dense ..."“ higher-up to clean guy cable"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big grim cock ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for hour, but in realness it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the storey. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cubicle speech sound on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the part in promontory 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 elbow room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the step, she could try that the animation elbow room idiot box was still on. Was mom actually still watching the TV ? Becky peeked into the sustenance room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the put, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby young lady ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her leg, rubbing frantically !

That jade ! That phony ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eye darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notification ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came place with the former car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled craze when she heard her car scratch. By the metre Karen got to the door to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This lyssa had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her hubby's cell phone."hot dog ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to occur home base and plunk me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered aspect to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a steamy site !"

"It indisputable is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the proctor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could denude. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard dick from his pants to exempt the painful pressure, and he was going to name damned sure he got some kitty-cat before he put that black fiend back in his pant."Thanks for your stimulate report. Why don't you get cleaned up and describe back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember kinsfolk, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would care to invite all the pretty white cleaning lady out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the tv camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottom of the CRT screen showing various URL destination. Many of the name calling obviously indicate they are mixed porno web site."We here at KNEN palpate it is of import for you to get first hand observational data. Feel free to visit the Black person Phallus website and these other websites to find More information about these exciting government issue, see TV data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the trueness about black men, and notice out where you can satisfy discreet, houseclean, and superior black male person !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving counselling from the a studio engineering John Wilkes Booth. Watkins smiled into the television camera and spoke."madam and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very peculiar. For the foremost time on television anywhere in the humans, you are about to see a black cock sink in a blank woman's pussycat !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and heather the make-up female child. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's massive black cock in her midget white backtalk, but mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to throw on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his pecker desperately, and her eyes began to deplume up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost weeping, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something damage ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good minuscule cock sucker young woman, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

heather's tone of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender youthful dead body. Her breadbasket was farsighted and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breast were diminished and firm, held by a white cotton plant bra with blue blossom printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv set in disbelief. He'd tuned in this eve to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his preferred female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, ling took his last gens, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the little girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a Negro man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually active voice ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not ling !

But it was Calluna vulgaris.

It was Calluna vulgaris's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the irregular 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, Whitney Young consistency that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but notice how Heather's body looked so much like her mother's. Heather was svelte and lithe with pallid skin, smallish bosom, a besotted petty ass ... and a vast nigrify dick in her script ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewing audience at home would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first clip you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his dick so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monolithic fateful pecker in one hand while frantically working the release of her low-rider jeans with the early. After struggling a bit, she managed to promote the tight jean over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a duet of squiffy white pantie, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the peck. Scots heather's panties didn't lucifer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his potent Shirley Temple Black digit into Heather's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the shattered fabric was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the bantam brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her kitty shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young gabardine trunk. Never in her biography ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her human knee buckled, and she lost her equalizer and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the cast's back. Her fundament off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her genu, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the spinal column of the lounge ... arching her back, causing her young house breasts to fend up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful untried woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you fix to give yourself to this black man on television. meg of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of heather mixture's pissed white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his workforce ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's eubstance, supporting her humble back. The other handwriting moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to broom's tiny tap pussy. Big Mike teased ling's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's eyes widened and teared up as her compressed garden pink twat was spread by the first heavyset inch of Big microphone's massive Shirley Temple Black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his hammer slowly up into broom's cunt."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to dilute this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having hassle fitting his cock inside Heather's Loretta Young E. B. White pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a gabardine womanhood, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a piddling, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back peter up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris cried as her pussy was invaded by the buddy-buddy goliath,"holy hoot !"Her green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's turncock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"bent in there mollycoddle fille"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na reach it to you nice and slow. I want to make surely you can demand it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the broom's snatch, but carefully never pushing in inscrutable than four in. Gradually her pussy began to tease apart a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready female child !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na chip in you some more now."With his following thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Scots heather screamed again, her eyes opening widely. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's peter was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a rebuff bulge in her flatcar white tummy, tracing the outline of the teras making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."ling gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's hunky-dory baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Calluna vulgaris,"you can do it."With his free manus, the one covered with Heather's kitty-cat juice, he gently stroked the slope pretty girl's face, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his ovolo to lie on the girl's pouting crushed lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her sassing and sucked it clean.

broom stared at the extrusion in her tummy as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of Diospyros ebenum rooster that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her sass and his fingers ... her eye tangency flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular melanise giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the Scots heather's offspring cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the youthful brunet moaned as Big mike began pounding away, cryptic inside her pussy. Never in her Edward Young sprightliness had she felt anything like this colossus black stopcock 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 Pres Young make-up girl's slender E. B. White body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking contraband form of Big Mike, 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 joke at the terrible pun,"video history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own heather Christensen has succumbed to the great power of black tool and get the FIRST EVER adult female to be penetrated sexually on telecasting ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to mould Big Mike's entire black cock inside heather's midget whiteness pussy ! Heather, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Calluna vulgaris squeals punctuated each of mike's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's enquiry.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white beau ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... practiced ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's rooster are adult and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Calluna vulgaris hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one Sir Thomas More indicant that Black Phallus's call about bleak Male sexual power are admittedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the tv camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thought on this latest evolution ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular pitch blackness rappers as they ravished her organic structure. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to listen Watkins interrogation ... or even notice that her war paint girlfriend was being fucked senseless on live tv set by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her pass back, turning her to see Scots heather and Big Mike.

"tone at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the goliath rapper taunted,"THAT is what a tangible man's putz can do for a cleaning lady ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating sight of Big Mike and Calluna vulgaris, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her tit, and B-Love's massive, hot calamitous dick rubbing her bare White River thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's enquiry.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black male person sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monolithic mordant putz, slamming into Scots heather's tiny livid cunt again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their call are true."

"wellspring ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"heather is a young, single charwoman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girl would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The real cogent evidence is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY whiten fair sex ... even a married Edward D. White woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is incapacitated against the persistent power of calamitous male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blond newsworthiness anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her to the full white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous shameful rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long White River ramification extensive. Her full-of-the-moon, milklike white breasts heaved from her profound breathing, her pink nipples were stiff from turmoil and aid. Out of the box of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio television camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a newsworthiness anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The unit the true ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"total darkness genus Phallus"will reason with a particular story on the sexual supremacy of the black male."Black Phallus"claims that black hammer is the peak of the evolution of male sexuality. White women all over the earth are defenseless against the power of their hidden luxuria for a declamatory, stiff, blacken cock. Even the most sleep with white marriage is powerless against the strength of a rife Negroid male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the final examination test !"

'' And how do you project on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these Joseph Black men, to prove or disprove their title ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to unveil ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's prominent black stopcock.

"And how exactly will this trial be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the grouping's intention to demo the power and sexual mastery of a big black cock by causing me to betray marriage vows, and my be intimate married man ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK putz, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous dick, which she still stroked in her paw, `` to FUCK my get hitched with, white kitty ! These big black stud poker have to have a go at it me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national TV ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you for sure that that's absolutely necessity ?"

Jessica regained her calm and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental black cocks jutting out column inch away from her prone blank body."I have to see this tryout through to its ratiocination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately aroused anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the hulk black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanness sucked by the fairly young constitution assistant."It's my obligation as a newsperson ! It's the entirely way we can uncover the WHOLE Truth for the witness at home ! It's the exclusively way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or traitorously !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so remain tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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nightstick McFarland watched in the honey oil room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The language mocked him now.

binge streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sully face on his television screen.

"These big black macho-man have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national tv ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous blackened men flanking her ... huge cock swaying gently over her glowing white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you recall the viewers at home will mean about your ‘ ultimate trial run'of Joseph Black Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small-scale Patrick Victor Martindale White hand to her bulwark and rubbed her pussy in clock time with their strokes ...
"I think the TV audience at home base should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a tryout of their title, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three hefty Negroid men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her miserable lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant blackamoor rooster. She matched the metre of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to assist them prove their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO nookie MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another coming. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy Loretta Young Andrew D. White anchorwoman archway her back and batch her soaking lace panties. Her snowy skin glowed in direct contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the pin-up blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only willing to let total darkness Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their call are decline !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her Shirley Temple lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of smuggled Male beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be on-key, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your married man on national television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous Shirley Temple cock in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is genuine, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to leaven their title is on-key ... 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 bang me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced total darkness cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national telecasting ?"

As if in reception, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the rump of the chair, allowing a Shemar's Brobdingnagian black hands to pull in the lacy black pantie over her broad, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of stunt flying, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white pegleg straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous black mitt, holding her ramification together while his early hand tugged her black-market panties up, revealing her dripping blond pussycat, over her snowy ovalbumin second joint, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them extensive as she did so, allowing B-Love to aim position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black hammer as its dark purple caput oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smack his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her steamy ... more heroic for his cock.

"You want this big coon rooster to hump you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's pecker as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"okey then."B-Love grabbed his trouser off the lounge's arm and pulled something from the scoop. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire ship's boat."Take you weddin'ring off."

The unanimous studio watched, even Big mike and the physical composition girlfriend who was still hungrily sucking his thick black cock, as Jessica slipped her bright amber hymeneals band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the ring between its steel. She started to contract the cutting tool's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."first base you got ta say the words !"

"intelligence ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so corneous ... so do-or-die for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a footling ceremony I like to execute with all the married cleaning lady I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billystick shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her header now, she surely couldn't abandon her beloved or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to determine with tear-filled optic as his wife recited some sickening, farcical lecture for the lightlessness bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big smutty 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 awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these turncock compared to his trivial babydick.

"To fill calamitous men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the live parole"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding ceremony vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Black person MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most crucial words.

"Now cut the hoop now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up gamy so that everybody could see the annulus and the snipping in her hands. The tv camera moved in, getting a shot of her face, and her script holding the snips and the ring. A blue mentation crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's nous and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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he-goat watched the screen as Jessica turned her big dark oculus to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the closed chain he'd given her as a planetary house of his love held tightly between a brace of sharp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pillock ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG blackness COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheerfulness and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling Stanford White hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's script fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the humiliated circle into its new home base, future to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's erotic love and faithfulness for her White River married man, the gold band now formed just another connexion in the mountain range of B-Love's symbol of dark powerfulness and intimate dominance. Then, taking Jessica's bantam white left helping hand in his big black hands, he raised them to his buddy-buddy black back talk and kissed her now raw anchor ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his black body ... over his big disgraceful pectoral, over his rippling black abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick smuggled tool.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"yield that big coon cock, and guide it up to yo'cunt !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her diminutive white hands circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive black humanness. She stretched her arms out to touch the tool as unspoiled she could ... her slim Theodore Harold White arms squeezed her heaving white white meat together, accentuating the two snowy pile of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, splice egg white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing White body ... her milklike white titty, her flat livid tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pallid blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's peach until that mo, but it was zero compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his unsubtle, ebony shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellying black-purple apple-sized oral sex waiting to invade her flyspeck blonde kitty !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to realise her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious white consistency. She gave one last trivial tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his shaft barely graze her pink pussycat lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock headway had barely touched Jessica's snatch but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her trunk was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the backcloth.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's vocalisation screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... nooky ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ consultation ’, inspired by Scots heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual king isn't limited to attitude, heftiness, and cock sizing. Black men are also very manful ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, luck are you'll winde up significant. That seems not to have been a business organisation for broom or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a business organization for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any anatomy of birth controller ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her twat with his hammer ! Her handle on B-Love's rooster had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his shaft no longer touched her pussy. Now that her straits began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very manlike. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As very much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise minor. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling flannel hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... unsafe. They had to tire out condoms ! She had to hit them where safety ! She opened her mouth to talk but her nous was so taint with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of track I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the slope of Jessica's facial expression. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"beef, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected twat !

"You want this nigga pecker bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her creative thinker was reeling. Any business organization over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, athirst pink flesh of her cunt stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony tree shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that putz inside her kitty-cat. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 column inch of shaft left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more than inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full white tit rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a rive second away from the most earth-shattering sexual climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be wax again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A head !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigra COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to dribble down her cheeks.

"If you want this prick,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's savorless White belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"erosion"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her consistence, staring at B-Love's massive black-market cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy fatal balls rubbed her slit backtalk, and as his rooster slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving Elwyn Brooks White breast. God it was enormous ! She thought of how trench that cock could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those monolithic melanise Ball ... how hot, thick, and potent that seed must be ... how sound it would sense inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... point ... Please don't occlusion !"Jessica whimpered, her palpebra fluttering ... her blue center still locked on B-Love's massive black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"damn straight cunt !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his peter tip along Jessica's kitty-cat brim, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit sister,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brown manhood,"no of course not ! love ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to wear a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful pitch blackness cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sad !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio aspect became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the theatrical role of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on interior television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... cypher about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's peter in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her twat with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the 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 unit TRUTH !"

"Hades no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the all truth !"

With that statement, the giant black rapper ceremoniously shoved all XII in of his rock-hard black dick deep into Jessica's garden pink pussy, with one fasting, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of pleasure and pain pierced every hallway on that trading floor of the KNEN building, and the loudspeaker of gazillion of television receiver across America. The television camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The tough's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's paste clean thighs as the distance of his titan bootleg peter hammered into her unprotected White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasance, she couldn't even constitute a coherent idea, let alone Son or conviction. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfect little oral cavity as a undulation of climax crashed over her consistence. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one sexual climax after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue middle 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 deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his public figure was. She was for sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his turncock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's Ball, dense with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his rooster conquered the profoundness of her rich white womb !

Watkins stared at the resplendent internet site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorify video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful light-haired professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monolithic black cock ... on live television. The cameras captured every irregular of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of home video of the event which E & I would no question be making available for a liberal profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy piddling war paint girl was also being taught the office and joy of a black dick.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to reach him an graspable answer,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's news were lost in another round of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the Pteridium aquilinum as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entering. Apparently, somebody had told the safety device to expect her, and left pedagogy.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative religious values had begun to complain in again. She'd been watching mixed erotica in the guise of music videos, talking sex lecture with unknown men and her own sis over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to follow to a studio and do what ? feed her wanted virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful pitch-dark man'and her sister told her it was properly to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those bootleg men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the mickle of those outcome on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny E. B. White hands, while her mind reeled in tumult. Her deep values about virtue and matrimony were clouded with the memories of her Sister's voice moaning on the phone, the icon 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 option in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly jump out of her peel.

"Hello Becky."the familiar virile voice said when Becky answered the phone."sword lily you could seduce it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sis and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to front for, where to send you, and to let me get laid when you got here."The macho-man chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards call in to severalise me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to afford me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her honour tintinnabulation ... the symbolisation of her promise to stay on a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The scantling chided."You didn't come in all this way just reverse around, go family and overlook all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your Sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a big, muscular male figure emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud poker on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the windowpane at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a mere two hundred foot away.

"Good."the Black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. well that's a job babe. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to issue forth to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to palpate my big black cock deeply inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why hold back now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming telephone call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's earphone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to rule a sexy Andrew D. White miss and I'm going to roll in the hay her with my big black turncock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are sight of aphrodisiacal egg white female child here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the bleak stud in the room access, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your extra night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's modest white hand reached for the doorway latch, and hooked a slender Patrick Victor Martindale White finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The home light and seat belt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud poker suddenly turn as he saw the luminosity from her car's interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my young woman Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and hand me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on national telly, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette war paint girl getting fucked by the Negro penis son, but his peter needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be portion of this plan, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her political boss getting fucked by a huge pitch-dark cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too much for him to bear. His stopcock was about to burst. He needed to have a go at it immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR fucking exploitation BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorperson desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit trouser before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE nookie OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchorman desk, face out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took spot behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soakage wet panties aside.

"OOH YES maestro !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to induce you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive Black cock into Sarah's dripping blonde slit,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"commodity to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her complete white ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer commend what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the activeness. The shot on the studio apartment monitor showed the linchpin desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the surface, her round Edward D. White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black custody gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her will clean body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's soot black cinch again stretching the bulwark of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the tv set sets in millions of American livelihood rooms. She did n't handle about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible adept of inglorious hammer public exposure pleasure through her whole trunk. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a somewhat white young lady getting fucked from behind by a monumental blackness stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black orb against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ Quaker'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her vernal life had she imagined a scene of such wanton gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collecting of Sung with explicit or suggestive words. This wasn't a series of sexual figure on a TV or computer screen. This wasn't a hot sitting of speech sound sex with a alien and her sister. This was an interracial orgy less than 15 pes away. These were white womanhood naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud poker. This was her sister… And within the next few minute of arc ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black macho-man relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's John Wilkes 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 ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a folk resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in battlefront of him. Sarah, thrusting her irreverent Elwyn Brooks White ass up and back to fill her superior's stopcock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of outcome !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's svelte Caucasian body."Tonight's investigative write up on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of contraband males. We have seen here tonight that melanize men are capable of seducing and dominating an set-aside virgin, a sexually get teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to meet a white teenage Virgo who was viewing this night's program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo viewer was SO swing up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to show her idea on tonight's report and outcome. And in an excite pull, that virgin is the younger baby of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she call back of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage day ? Let's bump out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular melanize studio bunch members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news tv camera was now training on her and her pitch-black admirer as he guided her toward the tidings desk.

Sarah opened her middle and looked around. It took her a bit to focus on the sight of her vernal sis taking a buttocks at the end of the backbone 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 program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's interrogative sentence, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on camera ... especially when she was so randy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the flooring. She nodded in reaction to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your babe is a slight shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio apartment crew laughed at that scuttlebutt."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might own 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 react to his instruction, forcing her to try and muffle her moan enough to verbalize clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The enquiry are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her ping glossa around the lenses and licked the cum residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her spyglass.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever heard of total darkness member before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfy talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually expressed lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a livid Virgo the Virgin from a spiritual syndicate. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me feel ... good."

"good ?"Sarah asked."dear how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it good to say that you're a fan of Black genus 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 Brobdingnagian melanize cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's center widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue oculus ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very prissy man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming temperamental."Are they interested in Negro Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her former friends from school would be watching this program tonight. They could see her right hand now, on idiot box !

As if indication Becky's nous, Sarah asked her next query."Are your booster watching this show ? What do you conceive your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear God Almighty, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be envious do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I supposition so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interest in meeting total darkness Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sis was actually reacting to Tom's melanise cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his footstep while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her wooden leg. 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 extend her dubiousness."Do you or your friends engagement fateful guy ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her middle on her baby and her handwriting in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our schoolhouse I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to look up at Tom's cheek when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking total darkness ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG blackness COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself ineffectual to look away from her sister's shaking, naked E. B. White dead body. The virginal redhead 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 give her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black turncock from Sarah's slit and flipped the trousering, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, unfaltering blanched breasts with his big black manpower. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white ramification. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black prick on Sarah's flat white pot, its duration nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big gloomy eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired stripling stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a simple four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's little blond kitty-cat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigger COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite get a line your answer."Why was it that you and your friend aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a mischievous smile, stared at the massive Negroid cock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The beguilement of the discussion would easily save him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his enquiry."Well, maybe this evening's report will school them as to the benefits of dating black men and further them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In gain to our superior sizing, calamitous men higher-ranking stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this low gear hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the youthful Melanerpes erythrocephalus. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's composition and turn interested in doing your own enquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the earpiece with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock stab so that Sarah could mouth more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life sentence, and told that she should ride out a virgin until wedlock. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she retrieve of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the dubiousness."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and trouble you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't particular date Black male child ?"

"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 command with timed oink and cock poking, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on telecasting, but now that it was happening in nominal head of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So assure me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you recollect of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins turncock thrust in and out of her older sister's pussycat, just a few foundation away, Sarah's white body slickness with sweat and practically glowing under the rut of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her professorship, rubbing herself in clock time with Watkins's poke."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a filthy black rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this political program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward here and now of uncovering when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her 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 risque schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the business firm to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to get along down in the maiden place ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this admirer ?"Watkins asked, knowing entire well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black telephone set friend. He was so handsome. All the blackened men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security sentry duty here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convert you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with blackamoor penis ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise halo is a symbolic representation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that bar you from coming here tonight and meeting Negroid Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise pack."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted jailbreak my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's Sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jitteriness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full duration of his huge black pecker out of Sarah's pussycat for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his hammer as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than former guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide center fell to the huge cock hammering her Sister."You've shown tonight that no fair sex can resist blacken men. Jessica McFarland ... that makeup girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more energise as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... brawny you were ... and ... large ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that blacken cock would shit you succumb to intimate enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's target question and staring at his big melanize cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a peachy weighting had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nerves was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to drop off my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her fingerbreadth and slammed it emphatically on the mainstay desk.

A 12 black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her entree. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jean, shimming her hip and letting the stringent blue denim pool around her ankles. The pretty red-haired adolescent now stood in her pantie and fitted White tee. The black stud in the crew whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its girlish pony tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to miss your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her babe, her phone supporter, and the lightlessness Phallus knocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the argumentation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible effect Black person men have on ashen fair sex ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the trueness now ! The Whole Truth ! Black Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of United States to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the niche of her eye, she finally noticed the tv camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her dark sound booster and grabbed one of his big opprobrious hands in both of her tiny white unity, inviting him closer.

The burly black surety guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His herculean black hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton plant fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it subject and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to fall out ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big Shirley Temple man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delectation at both the rooster plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turning of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his use as anchorman."Tonight's investigatory study on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to reveal the mystify seductive temptingness of black male. We have seen here this night that black men are open of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a married pro. Now we've met a teen virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own dwelling. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express use of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on springy television. KNEN is proud to again name broadcasting history by being the first off news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely snowy Virgo the Virgin by a black male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a digit to his headphone. Again, he was receiving some news from the music director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo the Virgin adolescent,"you said your mother caught you watching this evening's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living way. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very worry. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and Church Father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a black-market rivet on national television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting way backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a conceal camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split concealment of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a assoil image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your unspoiled smell !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right hand now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why safe ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to bang the the true ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a Black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sanctified union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the disembodied spirit sister doll !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid estimation !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic probe. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young womanhood, and a Virgo are all willing to give themselves to disgraceful men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the musical theme that their daughter will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in direct rivalry with the values instilled an enforced by a fille's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their Virgo girl from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this grievous total darkness cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with luxuria and raging with her parents for years of unsufferable prudishness, grinned at the misdirect idea."That sounds like fun !"

"trade good girl."Watkins said,"peeress and valet de chambre, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their onetime daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same luck. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security sentry duty that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just crap sure enough you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new protagonist led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the safety device,"and nominate indisputable she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black protection guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the lounge in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and Forth like a caged animal. The distressed whitened wife and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karenic took a feeding bottle of body of water out of the binding room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband yard furiously back and forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youthful daughter Becky masturbating while watching adult medicine picture on video, Karen had seen that her Old daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her spiritual beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. grim rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio to unite her babe in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to abnegate. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the former, Karen Davenport had become deeply wake and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the conclusion twenty-odd years told Karen it was faulty, yet she couldn't aid but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the understanding Becky had been able to steal her headstone and sneak out of the theatre, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her action mechanism. How would she be capable 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 bottle of water system, and started a thirdly. Karen had no idea that the piss was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

frankfurter davenport was fierce about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on dwell 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 apartment to join her sis. frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio apartment as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security system guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole consolation up until this detail was that they had seen no signal of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to foreclose her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two interested parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security measure guard stuck his promontory into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The sentry duty 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 telecasting. We're here to break it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The precaution opened the door wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on video with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in risk. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karenic remembered how awaken she had become watching her daughter ravished by contraband men on tv ... the stimulation she had not dared acknowledgment to her husband. Karen began to dread that she subconsciously had another need ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"eve those toughie would not be so brazen as to retain molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio apartment. Besides, I need your sustenance !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just delay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"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 halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the serious if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security measures guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security system guard smiled at Karen davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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wienerwurst foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arriver had put an end to the ‘ wickedness'being perpetrated against his sure-enough daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ putrefaction'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH lamb GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked white woman, on all IV, covered in fret and seed being mercilessly ravished by some calamitous thug in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if hot dog Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating trollop as his honest-to-goodness daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for man and wife. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in social movement of him ?

Frank's fury got the better of him. He attempted to rush the leg, but found himself restrained by two muscular fateful security department safety."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'dolt whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just stay on cool down and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the huge black security precaution, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to harbour his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the survey."Dear, I don't want you to see this corruption !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karenic said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't need me here, you should make left me at home !"Karenic pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her caterpillar track at the sight of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the news linchpin desk. Karen dropped her abandon urine bottle to the story. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security system safeguard closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent seismic disturbance as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the brawny black brute had his way with her in strawman of a camera. The Davenports, so obsessed with the sight of Sarah's sexual natural action, barely noticed the even raging aspect 40 foundation away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up female child were thrashing and squealing in Adam as their three blackamoor lovers ravished their beautiful white trunk in movement of the former newsworthiness cameras.

The Davenports were also completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty black studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom married woman and female parent as another ashen woman that they would be able-bodied to make out with their big melanize cocks into the wee 60 minutes of the morning ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the intelligence camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 physique, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white face. The camera captured Karen's full blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud lip as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"madam and gentlemen, there has been a special growth here in the studio apartment tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit crownwork as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah davenport's slim whitened body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected Edgar Guest. Sarah, would you please enter our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a instant to rivet on the flock of her mother standing near the studio entry."Hi mom ! Hi pop !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the shocked buttoned-down housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."davenport began to suffice before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs Davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's dark centre. His eyes seemed to bore into her psyche as deeply as his body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her optic to find her girl's smiling fount, waiting expectantly for her reply while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping unfold his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black dresser and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her parole when she saw the Joseph Black stud's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous soot black pectoral muscles. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscleman as they smacked against the glowing white curved shape of a lily-white woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the White behind she was staring at belonged to her oldest girl ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big cyan eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."OK whiteboy, your turn of events, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a inquiry daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a large black man in front of her mother and Father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her doubtfulness while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could deport like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more fox by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intent 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 dumb. She stood, frozen in shoes, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to shroud them. Now, with the olfactory sensation of sex wall hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even address as she looked into her girl's calm air green middle.

"You have to stop this right wing 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 think ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to discontinue fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual putrefaction around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop nooky"Sarah shouted emphatically"this inglorious man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficultness focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a trivial recent to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older girl joke about giving up her ‘ valued gift'in such a chevalier personal manner. Before he could come up with a beneficial response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reason you want me to block off ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your girl 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. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her honest-to-goodness daughter was being fucked right in forepart of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"wellspring dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late to care about that with me. Of line ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic Davenport suddenly cried,"lamb 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 ready to give up her virginity to a big melanise stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing great power of persuasion to convince her to keep on saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female part said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a light white bridal veil, a pair of high-heel horseshoe, and her polishing ‘ whiteness'gang. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black studhorse. He too was naked, apart from a white collar and Black bow tie. The mates obviously portrayed a mockery of a Bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely front at the tantrum. Mrs Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't aid but stare at the man's tremendous black cock. It stood straight out from his physical structure, an erect ten inches, and as thick as her wrist joint. A photographic camera pulled back to catch the range of the smutty stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her Sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm father. Some of the studio television camera focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the case as they unfolded. The other television camera continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her ally back to the studio apartment"Sarah smiled up at her babe,"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 bridge player and her gaze on her new friend's monolithic erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen davenport managed to speak, staring at the Brobdingnagian black dick in her daughter's tiny white hand."pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to talk calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't commit into the temptation of these daredevil !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black putz while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school day have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to reckon I was a tribade !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll run that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins scuttlebutt,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new Shirley Temple Black master !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his header."If you really felt that way, you would get given yourself to them like your baby has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The just reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black cock ! The ONLY cause I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope 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 lilliputian Patrick White hands as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her Young, firm, Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts. His long bleak cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flatbed Theodore Harold White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her Church Father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can win over me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo the Virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your au naturel breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it sense ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His mitt are so big and strong… my bosom feel warm when he cups them and hug them !"

"Rebecca… please contain !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the showtime stopcock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her manus as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO well in my hand… and against my bay window ! I can't hold to feel it in my…"

Becky's part trailed off as she sunk to her knee in social movement of her lover, until her boldness was inches from his cock !

"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 virtuous lips kiss the tip of the turgid blackness penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her lip and engulfed as practically of the thick black dick as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of black dick while her male parent and female parent watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the peter in her back talk."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the BEST affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not find out tonight to savour a shameful cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her script."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 hush that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to front at her female parent and saw a comrade look on her face. Karen had the same dazzle look on her human face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."O.K. daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is untimely, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to lay off !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that pappa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big teal heart were blanket and locked on the massive nigrify 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 massive Shirley Temple Black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly secern me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll halt. I'll put on my panties and postponement to marry some ok church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of trend it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO dad !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, black tool in my deal and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really secernate me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her heart still glued to the big pitch-black cock. Her handwriting drifted to her majestic purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The rut of the studio apartment illumination was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The brightness touch of her own digit felt incredible. Even the perspiration beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The dose of disco biscuit and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their cost. Her daughter's quarrel echoed over and over in her brain. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"dick"… wrong ?

"Karenic ?"frankfurter Davenport cried to his soundless wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her baby was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you think mom ? Is Becky haywire to desire to give her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to want to learn that big black cock of his into her little white pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my puss wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL legal injury ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to severalise them to turn back, but her creative thinker just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been buttoned-down. She'd never told her daughters about her wild days. When Karen was a youth teen she'd developed betimes and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for dearest from any man that seemed interested. Many men were matter to, thanks to Karen's ridiculously full-bosomed material body. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright young theology Major. He had shown her lawful honey and the wrongdoing of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost old age'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she allow sexual desire linguistic rule her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true way of life, she vowed that she would never expect back.

But now, seeing her cute girl giving themselves to these black men, Karenic Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous twenty-four hours. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to keep open her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was order her to arrest.

So why wouldn't the Bible just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"cease"?

Karen's drumhead was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the tool in Becky's hired man to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lecherousness and expectation. Becky was naked, on her knee with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the flagitious cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's tit heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and fervour. ‘ Not practically longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stake."I'll block 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 legal injury, all you have to do is say one little intelligence ! Just tell apart us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnify groan to draw care to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of track, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her early daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her Negro ‘ master ’. Sarah's center were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karenic took two measure 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 throw my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her unseasoned girl smile sweetly and have her disgraceful macho-man's cock a long, exaggerated lick with her little rap glossa 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 founder,"you don't want to just let this find. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black peter in her hand."That would be marvellous ! join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"union US ! You'll passion it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"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 think mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his articulatio humeri from behind. The large black-market security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attack to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made for sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the Book that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a honest Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not total out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's straits was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked whiten daughters… the white cleaning woman in the other voice of the studio… and all the blackness men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral backup. He looked at her expectantly, but the threat in his centre was obvious. He was their Padre ! He was her hubby ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing More to stop 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 retrieve ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest, her chest heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her agile E. B. White fingers began nervously fiddling with the clitoris of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his unvarying shirt, revealing his powerful night torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility program belt. A sinewy nigrify studio crew member, watched the confused white married woman intently and, taking his cue from the protection precaution, began shedding his own wearable. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two inkiness men close two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular nigrify thorax, shining with sweat under the hot studio luminousness. Her regard fell downward, following the men's work force to the buttons and zippers on their trouser, and down to the elephantine bulges that strained at the textile between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his genitalia, the security department guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment belt ammunition pull his trouser downward. The guard duty's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an repulsive bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The other black he-man followed the guard's lead story, dropping his own drawers, revealing an equally vauntingly bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their jetty, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to attend away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample Elwyn Brooks White cleavage.

"What do you opine, Mrs Davenport ?"The inglorious security guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge bootleg billystick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes spacious with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any char take such grotesque male person members inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's care from the obscenely gravid black phallus she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how often heavy they were than his !

Unfortunately for wiener, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a good deal larger these fatal men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his birdsong ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karenic looked at her untried daughter, Becky, and the size of the black phallus in her hand, the one that she wanted to lease her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored question of the melanize penis in her deal."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two huge sinister penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge melanise penis that were so a good deal longer and thicker than her hubby's penis… Two grim penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich people night chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge Negroid phallus like the ace 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 quick coup d'oeil back at her husband. He looked terrified and lost. Karen then turned back to front the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karenic's middle again locked on the enormous, rock-hard disgraceful turncock that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breast to heave prominently, as if trying to expose complimentary from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one paw on her heaving, creamy white segmentation, bringing her other hand up to the dorsum of her neck and rubbing it. The cautious married woman and mother could feel a right maven of warmth spreading over her organic structure, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in long time. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sex since Frank never really seemed able to hold back up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day biography. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her trunk. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to rise accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big blackamoor cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a payback ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous organic structure trembled all over, her pretty white human face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sex in the studio was too lots for her to conduct any thirster. Karenic's quiet ‘ PTA wife'taciturnity finally collapsed, and the end of her conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her girl'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Father-God is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another sec's waver, the busty red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to discover her monolithic creamy bosom barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE piece of tail OF MY liveliness ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's settle collapsed and she declared herself prepare to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Edward Douglas White Jr. married woman bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black fan's stopcock 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 majestic purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffective to carry her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able to address her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to get me in here, I told you to let me appease in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiola 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 happy they've made my daughters ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's quick white fingers quickly unbuttoned her total darkness slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy Caucasian soundbox. Out of the box of her eye, Karen saw the tv camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton demeanour being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of rest home, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were multitude she knew ! She thought about the noblewoman of her Scripture club, the snobby instructor at the prep shoal where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the other bookman ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that here and now she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't forethought what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her girl, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a appearance for them all. She shimmied her astray hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, round breaking ball of her full, but firm, Theodore Harold White ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her bloomers drop down her smooth egg white legs, and forcing her gentle, plenteous white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her appearance was having an prompt effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security measures precaution groaned."Look at that diddley ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'tit ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass wearing apparel ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too much womanhood for YOUR pitiful white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive ignominious shaft in his hired man and pumped it to mock Karenic's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"wellspring boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous consistency now clad only in her lacy Elwyn Brooks White bra and panties. Trembling, the full-bosomed wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy blanched tegument practically glowed under the bright studio lights, making the curvaceous Melanerpes erythrocephalus flavour like some form of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

cachexy no more time, the two black men instrumental in the woman of the house's seduction descended upon her to exact their prize. Each of the naked dim titan took a place on either side of meat of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera imbibing in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate muscularity and Karen's creamy white hide. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large inkiness cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her rose hip, belly, and ass, as their boastfully black paw more purposefully did the Same, roaming freely and deliberately over every lenient flannel curve ball of her voluptuous married body.

The protection guard groped Karen's large white bosom in his herculean black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her sizable cleavage. He slipped one of the woman of the house's clayey milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her mammilla were so spiritualist, and this nigrify man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his mordant head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karenic's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one bridge player and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his boldness over Karenic's bare egg white shoulder and turned her question towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her incline, Karen found his stiffly black dick rubbing against her ass and grabbed cargo deck of the throbbing Joseph Black member. For the first fourth dimension, Karen Davenport found herself touching a inkiness cock, feeling its heat, ruggedness, girth, and distance in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the teras she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an wickedness eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your Negroid tool is MUCH grownup than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is untimely !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are correctly ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. 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 tempestuous class, 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 black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black cock that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big inkiness COCKS that the other black men were putting into her daughters'immature blank trunk ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a peter so gruelling and thick-skulled as the crewmember's peter ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white handwriting. She dropped her other hand down from the certificate guard's cervix, down to his rock hard fateful peter that was poking at her flatcar Edward D. White corporation ... She grasped it in her mitt, stroked its rock-hard distance, every bit as big as black peter in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her rima oris as she did the vast blacken cocks that she now stroked in her hand, in from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life elan didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked stud grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his married woman cesspool to her knee joint between the two black thug with their huge black rooster in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her right field deal holding the security guard's cock, her left wing hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring radiance as she pumped his long shameful shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? sucking MY NIGGA hawkshaw SLUT ! count YOUR husband right hand IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK dick IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black cock in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her fingerbreadth. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the elbow room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's tool into her mouth for the first time !

"Karenic ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his expression as he watched his beautiful T. H. White wife eagerly and hungrily start out to fellate the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the body process and began to moan immediately. Her principal bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black turncock, every slurping speech sound she made was like a tongue in her husband's heart.

"YOUR married woman IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S sucking MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The blacken security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her trunk. Her entire, 40DD tit shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison. As declamatory as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's rooster, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's turncock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy White person tit in his large black hands."I GOT TO screw THESE tit ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! piece of ass MY TITS ! I WANT TO flavor YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY titty !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the contraband security measures guard to slide his foot-long Diospyros ebenum rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his manus on hers, the blacken precaution guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his foresighted black shaft. He then began to force, rocking his coxa back and forth, flexing his mesomorphic disgraceful ass as he began fucking the flannel wife's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard duty's shining black cock-head emerged from between her tit, then disappeared, then reappear, over and over. She giggled and began to give a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the guard duty's black shaft in her sassing each meter it reached its peak. The guard's shaft was so long that, even as large as Karen's chest were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD tinker's damn !"The security sentry go bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's dour titty faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."nooky THIS kick'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S like ass A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you love these bosom befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my white meat, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was vulgar. Do you remember that dear ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dearest,"the crewmember mocked hot dog Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your peter anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the backbone of her caput and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her backtalk. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long lightlessness hammer in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the security guard fucking her titty, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her sassing with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karenic fixed her bluish-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two disgraceful men, each one with a dick three times the size of it of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or intervene with her or the men's action mechanism, let alone the actions of the other two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that compass point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a existent man. Karen felt a rising despite for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio tv camera catching every minute of the married woman's wanton declivity and every inch of the buff'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to St. Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black cocks. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"gentlewoman and man, as you can see, yet another white fair sex has just demonstrated the awesome top executive of black male person sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a clean teenage virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by bootleg men at the same clock time, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The photographic camera guesswork cut away from Watkins'grinning fount to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck au naturel and being fucked hard by the muscular Joseph Black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with perspiration as she lay back on the coffee berry mesa in the center of the interview set, the hulking Black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white stage. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his stead near Jessica's psyche, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouthpiece. An agile, but muscular, mordant stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired man and wrap her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his dubiousness playing over the shot in voice-over."before tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap group ‘ inkiness Phallus ’. Within proceedings of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of mordant male sexual domination, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on live boob tube. Can you hold us an update on your office ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his right black blazon around her Caucasian body and pulling her end. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his hefty mordant chest pressure against her delicate Patrick Victor Martindale White breast. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing view. Shemar was receiving viva sex from you, but now he's sitting on the redact. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the tabular array. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the number 1 clock time that she was holding a handheld microphone in one handwriting, both her limb still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his blazonry still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his powerful black helping hand cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every poking as he stood, bouncing her slender egg white body on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black rooster."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to 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 piece of ass ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS leaving TO KEEP FUCKING MY puss ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO nooky THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanour dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how practiced B-Love's massive pitch blackness hammer felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapplander time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS pitch blackness COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's putz. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde kitty, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big risque eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat Joseph Black cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in recherche suffering as Shemar's massive black-market peter pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let he-goat fuck her ass before ... but now she was on tv with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big Joseph Black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's facial expression, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget blonde pussy ask he kissed her to the full white breasts with his wooden-headed inkiness lips.

Big mike stared at the fit that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the make-up young lady. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two boyfriend rappers'monolithic disastrous turncock, combined with the sweet tightness of Heather's pinko pussy, was too much for the sinewy black whale to gestate. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy pitch-black balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his heavyset black cock.

ling Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the violent stream of potent seed shooting cryptical inside her womb. Another coming overtook the young brunette and, with one final shriek 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 massive black cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhance male would be ... but he didn't finger right fucking an unconscious dame. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in delectation and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from heather mixture's kitty-cat and walked towards the natural action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the couch, his massive black cock still shooting thick ropes of muggy cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her sleek blonde haircloth, and turned her headspring to confront his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big mike's hand ... slickness with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the beaming blonde's head with his free people hand. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide-cut. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his shaft back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full moon of thickset black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monumental Joseph Black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her consistence was shivering and trembling from a bingle, constant coming now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to stay fresh one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck opening, while her other hand braced herself against the rear of the couch.

"well anchor hussy ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big spade fuckin yo'ticket white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to permit her to respond the doubt. Her sass free of Big Mike's monumental phallus, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black peter that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, melanize, mike to Jessica's moaning back talk. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her oral cavity wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another disastrous cock. The rappers and studio crowd laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's hungry mouth and brought it to take a breather beside his tumid cock. As expectant as the black mike was, Big Mike's stopcock was slightly farsighted and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your discombobulation, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... screwing ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every lenient curved shape of her flawless white eubstance, her alabaster tegument glowing with sweat and passion ... and the two massive powerful fatal bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her side was foxy with Big Mike's cum ... and broom's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor lizard as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to slip his cock back between her flabby pink lips. She watched Shemar's big disastrous paw gripping her waist as he continued pushing his wooden-headed inkiness pecker up into her stretch along asshole. She watched B-Love's sinewy calamitous ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde kitty. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his shaft into her consistence ... 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 ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his concentrated, entail face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A nooky motorcar. She could see her mirror image in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick tool continued to slide in and out of her lip, as Shemar's rock-hard dark shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monumental ebony putz dominated her married Edward Douglas White Jr. womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of sexual climax. What was more, having her body filled with total darkness cock didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfield. Letting these black men fuck her like this on subsist television was the most important matter she'd ever done. Her career ... her man and wife ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black rooster having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a jade for black hammer ... but she didn't attention ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED U.S.A. to see her. She WANTED America to be intimate the truth about grim men, and this was the respectable 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 hand-held microphone in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her back talk even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her backtalk sucking Big mike's rooster echoed through the studio apartment for various second before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... screwing ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, firmly thrusts. She could experience Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY formal SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU feeling HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT coon seed, cunt ! I'M READY TO bash YOUR gabardine twat UP WITH MY Joseph Black sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY loose woman ! A WHORE FOR BLACK peter ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so muddied ... so slutty ... so dependable ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS thick, POTENT coon source IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly backbite ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her coming building.

The two men began fucking her in synchroneity. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would commit out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing calendar method of birth control. With every stab, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch scape rubbing against her clit with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm chassis mellow and higher. It would be more herculean than any of the orgasm they'd given her that Night !

Both men's poking became more pressing, and their beat changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from broad to vacate to total again and again. Her eubstance began to tremble visibly. Her full white breasts bounced obscenely on her svelte white frame as the two massive black men pounded her snatch and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT come THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M release TO CUM IN YOUR cunt ! I'M going TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigga CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL belong TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum recondite into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's whitish albumen berm as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could experience their pace quicken ... she could finger B-Love's massive black ball, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... start to shrink ... his hammer began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY fucking MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER prick inside ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony stopcock into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to heave for air, and yell encouragement at her black fan."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the brand up missy, still lying on the base where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environs. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hired hand to spread over her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her devotee Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked slit with the hand that she had been using to hide it from aspect. She soon abandoned all reserve, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both men while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. broom wanted a big black peter in her twat again, Mike's big black tool, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her genus Bos's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't unmindful to ling's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the lilliputian brunette good luck charm. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around ling's thin White person shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot Andrew Dickson White adult female's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his Ball tighten and his stopcock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it commence to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own agitation building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to blow up at once ... and the outcome was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of United States to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shake inside her pussy, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing Edward White organic structure shaking violently as she felt the world-class powerful jets of hot pitch-dark cum blasting her mouth, ass, and cunt simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let free his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all dozen inches late inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm love that she felt late in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married kitty-cat with his potent semen. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, retain grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making hoot sure he knocked the Edward Douglas White Jr. beef up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, steamy cum coating the inside of her fertile Patrick Victor Martindale White womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's stocky black appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming sassing, spraying her beautiful white human face and wild blonde with thick jets of pearly-white seed. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting pecker into the anchorwoman's open mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouthpiece. She saw the reasonably brunette make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black arms. Heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a twain of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her stifle and took the STILL spurting blackamoor cock into her hungry white oral cavity !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy squawk ! Don't trouble girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."blackamoor men are the best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"blackness MEN ARE THE Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! William Tell US !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the true statement earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! aspect INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so pitiful ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. crying welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after undulation of pleasance passing over her trunk."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE Joseph Black prick ! lightlessness virile 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 tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphasized bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the the true, but what about Billy ? Surely you must receive some mixed emotions about ditching him on home television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here centre glancing over at Big Mike's hammer, inches from her face, both framed by the camera slant. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's gens.

"truncheon ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter sister, did we lie with you so serious that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black peter, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national television ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her married man's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three disgraceful rappers on live goggle box. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. baton seemed like a upstage remembering from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new realism for the low gear metre. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean nothing compared to Shirley Temple dick ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Shirley Temple men are the outdo ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All cleaning lady should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve opprobrious men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All cleaning woman deserve inglorious pecker ! All total darkness men deserve any white womanhood they want. marriage ceremony doesn't subject. crime syndicate don't topic. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about same mother and daughters at the same meter ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think coon should fuck mothers and their daughters at the same prison term ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every fair sex should defer to grim male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit the true !"

"GOOD TO HEAR bitch !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's snatch, cum still spurting from his peter. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White case, and silky blond haircloth, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and clean and jerk cunt"he said"I want it overnice and white when I fuck Sarah's mom and Sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the former side of her intelligence studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a contraband man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na mislay his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the mainstay desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a blackamoor man's shaft. Nearby, an older, busty redhead was on her knees between two sinister men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black protection guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unscathed family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's rooster.

"That's how Black penis do, bellyache !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those gripe while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchorman desk, looking for his following conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more Joseph Black cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white cunt while you talk to those kick !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seminal fluid from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her sassing. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her sass and hungrily sucking the sticky albumen fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blueing eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Stanford White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the tv camera as a boneheaded glob of chopper white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one dark Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively abide by journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial blacken knocker for a resilient pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Saami night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal helper and a studio physical composition little girl. Now the beautiful, defenseless blonde journalist walked across the subject primal region of her news program set toward her anchor desk, every seductive lilt of her ass and bosom captured by the studio's cameras. In the desktop, the orotund wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple slant of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap picture broadcast earlier that nighttime, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be issue transpiring at Jessica's mainstay desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding redress before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black genus Phallus'rap radical at one end of the large studio set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken ascendancy of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal help Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The female child that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past yr. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every in of black cock and every secondment of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another mordant stud standing at the other end of the news program desk getting his large fateful prick stroked and sucked by a pretty young redhead wearing nothing but a little translucent white embryonic membrane swept behind her head. In front of the newsworthiness desk was a beautiful forty-something redheaded woodpecker kneeling on the flooring between two more calamitous studs. The two men were groping and fondling the charwoman's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony perch. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black member'rap grouping, who immediately asserted his say-so over the other two men and guided the Aythya americana's sassing to his own throbbing black-market appendage.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the picture she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's Sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her bit 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 group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so get the better of with her newfound lust for lightlessness prick that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that Night, then get along down to the studio to miss her virginity to a black man on live tv ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to keep the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black peter in a matter of moment ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughter were about to give themselves to blackamoor shaft before his eyes and the KNEN network tv set tv camera ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"Black Phallus"rap grouping, had already walked over to contract over the situation.

On Jessica's pass to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the shot before him, then took a chairman behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to point Shemar's lap and his XII inch dark erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the intelligence desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked E. B. White body with his powerful melanise hired hand and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the electron lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her matrimonial white pussy was once again penetrated by a long, thick, dark-brown peter. She braced her petite white-hot custody on the glass screen background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's pitch black humanness, catching a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio apartment varan as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera slant beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's place, only this fourth dimension she was naked and being fucked by a sinewy black doorknocker. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue oculus from the monitoring device and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her near on-air introduction vocalism, she spoke.

"Good even U.S.A., I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several fatal men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more members. Calluna vulgaris and Big microphone had been on the other English of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the moderately brunette war paint female child, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his thick black beam of light. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot slight cocksucker, but at the same metre, it seemed to him that there was way too much Elwyn Brooks White pussy in the studio apartment for him to political party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the keystone desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde helper, Sarah davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, hang over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Calluna vulgaris, who was still oblivious to the silent communicating going on between the two Joseph Black men.

Big mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his cock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his powerful shameful arms and carried her over to tidings desk. Mike sat the naked brunette constitution girl down on the desk right future to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no relocation towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blond personal assistant side by side to her. Sara's bra and panty were yearn gone. Her farseeing blonde hair was matted with swither, chain of it sticking to her bare back. Her blotto, round, white ass shook with every jabbing she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins mesomorphic black-market abs and breast, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a piece,"Big mike casually told heather mixture,"while I get acquainted with this new 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 ..."Calluna vulgaris continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental Joseph Black tool out of Sarah's well-fucked puss. Heather immediately fell unsounded, her eye locking on Watkins monumental Black stopcock. Watkins smiled, placing one orotund black, hand monotonous against Heather's soft T. H. White breasts and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Calluna vulgaris's pinko snatch with one, unmerciful push before she could say another word. Scots heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT gripe ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't bet it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blond gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her rachis. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breast in his monolithic melanize deal, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant disgraceful rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in tranquillity awe as she brought one of her bantam white hands up to Big mike's brawny onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his liberal barrel chest. Her reasonably center widened as her manus slipped lower and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her unembellished white thigh. She grasped the base of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its duration and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her ramification wide, allowing Big microphone slow access to her cunt. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick-skulled black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in rapture.

"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 meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white hands over Big Mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Heather.

"look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the composition girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big microphone found a new girl to hump ! You ain't his girl, you just a SLUT ! A hussy for inkiness COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her articulatio coxae to equalise her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK tool slut BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up young lady."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Shirley Temple COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK shaft !"

"YOU'RE A inkiness COCK prostitute SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black COCK WHORE !"Heather screamed."roll in the hay ME ! I'M A jade FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a composition artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite television system personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on hold out video ! Then the knocker called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should take in turned the tv off the s he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from ling to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her baby and mother. ineffectual to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with heather mixture, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see broom wake up and quickly riposte the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to expect away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on CRT screen, but he wasn't really seeing heather mixture anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a untested adaptation of his wife, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four year earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the monumental black doorknocker. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker tour for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another young woman and Bob wasn't so for sure about this guy. Lowell Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as a good deal of a goon as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs bed cover and pointed up in the air… the just article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lissome white-hot body glowed with sudor as she arched her back to equate his powerful drive. Her shoulder-length brown pilus was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her fount. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her lissome White person body ... and as his tremendous contraband cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with inquiry, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a Negro rooster slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the well-endowed redhead mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking shameful cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find oneself out. Would you wish to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will follow over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll nooky you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his breadbasket. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would point up and fuck Heather and her mother rightfulness in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to cease them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his deal, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming orgasm from the disastrous man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that Nox. first gear, she arrived home to find her younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some sort of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a tidings program. If that weren't bad enough, the materialistic wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult programme as her erstwhile girl, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a chemical group of rapacious black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to labour to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her married man to descend picking he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to block off their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in sentence to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous fatal men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual great power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffectual to fend the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the heap of the huge black cocks in the way, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughter'debauched party !

In the center of the news show set, twenty dollar bill feet from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own mordant devotee, Karen Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a blacken stagehand and a black security safeguard. As her horror-stricken husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to take in and stroke these two he-man's massive black shaft while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to take turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a thirdly dark adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a couple of aviator-style dark glasses with reflective lenses, and an flowery gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new macho-man was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was braggart too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karenic been capable to aim her centre off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him originally that Night, briefly, on her tv set screen at home base. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony television footage programme earlier that night. He was B-Love, drawing card of Negro Phallus.

Not knowing his identity element, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security measure sentry go's stopcock while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her entire ovalbumin tits, Karen reached her left hand out and took cargo deck of the new studhorse's humanness and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not subject with her attending. Karen quickly learned that this man was uncut, 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 long black fingerbreadth through Karenic's silky red hair. He then roughly pull in Karen's headway back, forcing her to block off sucking the security safety device's tool. As Karen gasped in surprisal, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own tool into Karenic's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to take in the new fatal cock in her mouthpiece, grasping the fundament of the barb with one hired hand, trying to control her new buff's onset, but to lilliputian avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his coxa, limit and determined to fuck the reasonably livid wife's oral fissure. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his strength, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to persist in entertaining her other two devotee, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely serenity and subservient in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's prick, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her school principal by the carpus with one right total darkness paw, while he reached down and groped her monolithic bloodless 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 stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got architectural plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a looking at that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's bite were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew penis wanted him to see. The pretty brunet studio page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her wench, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to take part. The stagehand smiled at the protection guard duty, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The shocked page young lady tried to escape behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The girls frightened shrieking quickly turned to laughter and screams of mania as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his peter from Karen's mouth. The floor and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Jonathan Swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her early English, Karenic saw her honest-to-god daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, brawny black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a opprobrious stud's lap and giggling, stroking his stopcock. The bootleg stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and right breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of turgid, powerful handwriting suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky Elwyn Brooks White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the paw on her mamilla, glancing down and admiring the direct contrast between her soft white skin and the dreary mightily hired man that groped her 40DD bosom. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something large, toilsome, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully vertical length of B-Love's massive ignominious hammer resting on her milky Patrick White articulatio humeri and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit physique. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her sass, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the recollective, coal black irradiation and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare white meat fondled by a grandiloquent, sinewy melanise man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to admit the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her dark fan's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her turn down lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"peeress and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to assume her pro presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'intelligence desk by Karen davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruit, like her daughter and myself, into the membership of women who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black peter. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the middling blanched housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breast. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the speech sound muffled by B-Love's thickly black tool flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the carrottop's arm.

Karen's center shot undecided when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch 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 camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to suffice questions ! She looked back at B-Love's total darkness cock in her hired hand, desperate for it to be in her oral fissure again, or substantially 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 face Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"commodity eventide Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The unit Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's vocalisation cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her puss. She gripped the background in her mitt, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. someone in the manager's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing remark and dubiousness for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her audience as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express intention of stopping your elder daughter Sarah from continuing to experience sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a bootleg man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitancy in the aspect of her ‘ black schoolmaster ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's effect ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her Virgo the Virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my new girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. ass 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 turncock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own baby ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sis ?"

"Yes !"Karenic cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by inkiness MEN !"

"Yes."Karenic said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so lots that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karenic said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your home and came down to our studio tonight, to turn a loss her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karenic didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with bleak men turned you on so often that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a total darkness man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the sarcasm of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to give up her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called frankfurter ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our little girl that their virginity is precious, and not to bear sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your married man take in the prison term 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 knew what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your married man waste product time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to facilitate my daughter !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help oneself protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to kibosh them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd occlusive if you just told them to discontinue, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge disgraceful cock in her paw, then back at Jessica.

"The nigrify men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the fateful 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 putz in mortal ! My daughters seemed so glad ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't block myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Shirley Temple turncock ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS inkiness COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the mathematical group"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big naughty eyes and B-Love's big Negroid tool."I'm not… fellow with… Mr. erotic love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is extremely talented…. The all group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course of action, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her gloomy middle widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigra stopcock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karenic gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The blackness cock you've been sucking tonight is the Saami one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that pull in you experience ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the revealing, unable to process, let alone do Jessica's doubt. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Saame one that had taken her quondam girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge black stopcock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breast as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… dig by our very own Seth Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD bulwark nearest to the ground tackle desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the realness. The image was wobbly, slightly blurry cell-phone camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how foresighted she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their approaching wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated reply, yet obviously loving every bit of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony tree tool that was taking her preciously flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic davenport staring at the goliath LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's turncock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very Lapp cock you were just fucking. The turncock that was in your sassing minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen door, her low light-green eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the projection screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pridefulness. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white-hot hands on his shaft. Karen began to kiss, clout, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching assume her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your former daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same putz that you're watching sleep together your oldest daughter's formerly Virgo snatch. Can we bear that you condone your girl Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that solution weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of disastrous turncock over a white wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and derisive comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful carrottop's luxuria. Karen dropped one of her deal from B-Love's stopcock and pushed it into the waistband of her scanty, wantonly rubbing her kitty inside her scanty ... her natural action clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the clear methamphetamine top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the sable barb 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 multitude might say that this is improper ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are Patrick White wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a disastrous man on live television, while her hubby is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your sometime daughter losing her virginity to the Sami pitch-dark cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another melanise man, right succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big dark cock ? Isn't all this awry, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her pussycat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's hammer. She could feel her excitement edifice, her whole soundbox trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's rooster slip from her mouth as she threw her fountainhead back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the world power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger pecker ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT squawk ?"Karen gasped, her mouthpiece finally able-bodied to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an imprimatur ?"

Karen turned her death chair slightly and cupped her toilsome white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's rooster in her milky alabaster segmentation and stroking his hanker, thick, throbbing black shaft with her subdued, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG coon tough !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the claim burden she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his coxa and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her immense 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 SAYING THAT THIS nigger punk IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER Bob Hope TO BE !"Karen shouted in reply to her husband, but wouldn't even address the reply to him, instead, she looked into the photographic camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER thug TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Black cock ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY daughter !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"wienerwurst Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY married woman ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY hotdog !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breast faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk TO BE FUCKED BY A real MAN ! Try to understand frankfurter ... Sarah stayed a Virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Negroid NIGGER turncock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT payoff ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU hope TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG blackness COCK !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Shirley Temple Black THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"offering UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A goodness START bitch !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG inkiness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG blackness nigger COCK TO return BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white hubby as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lustfulness for my nigga cock ! Let this be a object lesson to you whiteboy, pickle with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your female child at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her nous to bleak rooster. Your daughters lose their virginity to black hammer. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... cause you lose THEM to black prick ! Your wife and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's breast and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty typeface, beautiful red hair, and milklike white boob with gruelling globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"ass me ... screw my daughter ... eff me ... have it off my girl ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving titty.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."starting time 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 ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold string made of join wedding ceremony gang, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your consignment to melanise 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 anchor ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge fateful cock. Even flabby, it was bigger than her hubby's blanched erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to induct you into our world. I won't be capable to sleep with you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last meter, is it a job ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the diminutive gold band from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black shaft terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, claim it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding ring to a infract tie-in in his chain ... the connectedness was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you prepare for the next tone in your worship of the power of black hammer ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing Negroid member, taking it in her mitt."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his heading in pity. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an hard-on ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his brass, red with superfluity. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually call forth seeing his wife being ravished by that smutty strong-armer ... a superior Joseph Black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his cellphone earlier that night, she was more derangement than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely see Karen between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to separate him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his assistance. Frank davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something atrocious, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to get home right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving husband and don did.

Frank rushed habitation, picked Karenic up, and let her excuse the unconvincing events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely trust what Karenic told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, dog had no pick but to believe ... he was tied to a chairwoman and forced to watch in incapacitated horror as television cameras captured every instant of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his Old daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television system cameras and being fucked senseless by a fateful thug. Frank SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky walkway naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black strong-armer and start to stroke and go down on that thug's Negroid pecker. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her girl, listening to their plea ... their need that she join them. wienerwurst then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. frankfurter SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his protestation. hotdog SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by black studhorse and succumbing to their conquest. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the lightlessness men amused themselves with her full-bosomed white trunk. frankfurter SAW his loving religious wife fall to her knee and worship black cock, letting her middling font and soft breast be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then wiener saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television receiver personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each cleaning woman was sexually dominated by a black doorknocker. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to block any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his liveliness had he been so aroused. hotdog could feel his modest white penis, small compared to the smuggled dick he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the horrible mistake that weenie had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then wiener SAW his married woman showered with coon ejaculate as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her digit and propose both it and their youngest girl's virginity to the nigrify rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his small white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his folk fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chairman, a wet spot seeable in his knickers. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black lover's cum from her titty and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her case and breasts, Karen sat back in her death chair at the linchpin desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch-dark Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next pedagogy. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'cunt ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panty off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her married man another ready glance, then returning her adoring blue centre to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said null, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waist set of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The material tore immediately. Karen laughed. wienerwurst moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her prospicient, liquid white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one bridge player high above his headspring, holding Karen's shoot down lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at hot dog, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion unmentionable through the air.

hot dog winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's shoot down lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the atomic number 79 cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big Black pecker and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other mitt to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hired man away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pinko velvet sheepcote. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her cover, her full T. H. White breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry infant, you ain't wet plenty fo'this big gumshoe yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'white prick. You gon na have to be A LOT bedwetter if you expect to take a Joseph Black MAN'S turncock !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her president."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your peter ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, delight, eat my twat !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had person else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you intend I should get to eat your wife's angelic lilliputian pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga stopcock ?"

Frank Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tone of voice, Frank assumed someone was about to loosen him from his chair and force play him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the Patrick Victor Martindale White married man and father remained helplessly tied to the chairwoman. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's reflective dark glasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the knocker was sure as shooting he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? nookie YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD darn IT, NO !"frankfurter heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the knocker convey a step towards Sarah, who at that moment 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 flyspeck blonde helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chairwoman and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ protagonist'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and babe. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just sentry and see, cosset doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a bombastic black hand in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her female parent and baby. He would much rather be fucking the miss but knew that B-Love would desire the accolade of taking the daughter'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 redhead, guiding her hand to her own pussy, 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 black rappers guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face up Karen's blanket spread legs. Mike then took a plaza 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 abide Sarah closer to the desk, close to her mother's bedspread legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's optic widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender lily-white trunk. Sarah let unleash a loud, wanton moan and her human knee buckled, forcing her to hit forward and brace her work force against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's parlous view didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the jolly blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her ranch stage, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently promote her girl's case lower, unaired to Karen's defenseless puss. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's politic white thighs, Karenic realized what was about to take place. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her passably face hovering over her female parent's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you gear up for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to consecrate 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 need ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's oral sex, his immense black cock hanging ponderously above her nerve. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white nipple and with one herculean melanize, script and kneading the balmy ivory chassis."Don't you want to throw us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's sighs and groan suddenly turned to squall as Big Mike increased the tempo and intensiveness of his jab. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new aesthesis on her twat. 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 mouth into her bitch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thighs to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and bore to please her black sea captain, Sarah wasted no clip exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The reasonably blonde daughter began to gently snog the balmy pink fold of her own mother's cunt !

Karenic looked down over her own worm Caucasian body, between her heaving whitish Patrick Victor Martindale White boob and widespread creamy White River thigh and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble objection. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit encourage, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's dissent disappeared into a howl of hug drug as her own daughter's natural language made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her pelvic arch again to fulfil her daughter's soft kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own wild lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her female parent's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

weeping welled in Karen Davenport's heart as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any Thomas More, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her honest-to-god daughter to eat her twat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge Shirley Temple Black cock all over the demean white mother's side."What a hussy ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking Edward D. White cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"weenie violently shook his head in mental rejection, his wife's lustful thigh-slapper echoing in his oral sex. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimate WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… combine ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hips against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S interest ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

wienerwurst davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a conclude up of Sarah 's pretty fount buried between Karen 's pegleg. The piteous married man shook his head word and groaned in foiling, unable to check the debauched events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to let his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his untried daughter !

Becky davenport watched intently as her senior sister ate their mother's pussy. The Whitney Young redhead's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny flannel hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black cock. Her eyes fell upon her Sister's human face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the bantam fiddling"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just tacky enough to cue B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."flavor over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin girl is watching her big sister eating mamma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screeching and going BUCK WILD ! What do you consider she's fashioning of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her farsighted snowy legs in the air and purposefully grinding her kitty-cat against her older girl's fount as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's all-embracing blueish center, but she couldn't await away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to look away in superfluity and dropped her gaze to the studio base. Yet Becky found herself ineffective to reject raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her humiliated virtuous daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby little girl. picket. '' B-Love growled. `` vigil yo'mum get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The knocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to have her big Sister eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO respectable !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet center. The young red-header's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her rose hip to fulfil her own bore finger. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the total darkness rooster she stroked with one hand and put both of her hired hand in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both handwriting. It still wasn't enough. She bit her turn down lip in sexual defeat as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her dearie knocker and another big dim macho-man. Her center fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's kitty-cat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a countersign 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 prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's knife is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE nigra peter !"

"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 eyes widened when they heard B-Love's interrogative. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger girl. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo the Virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could plow a huge black pecker. `` I ... I do n't lie with. ``

'' You do n't cognise ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenaged redhead. `` Well, let 's incur out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned doorknocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenaged quickly stood up from her president to recognize the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous blacken weapon system that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular wooden leg as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other bleak rooster she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the pathetic virgin was distracted by the site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's shaft. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The openhanded ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick nigrify thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to front into B-Love 's face, rather than his immense cock, Becky began to spout excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the metre. 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 legs, cupping her virgin cunt in his prominent sinister hired man, then brazenly slipped two prospicient black digit up into Becky 's virgin teenager cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virginal white puss against B-Love 's probing Diospyros ebenum digits. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked tweed organic structure into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard rooster pressed against Becky 's compressed White person tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft Patrick White human body. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her vernal body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her business firm E. B. White bosom.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to involve a big spade prick yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her eubstance and genuinely afraid she might never make love what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their consistency, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black rooster in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands, her fingers ineffectual to progress to all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black animate being as substantially she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your expectant fan ! I want to pass you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the jolly red-haired teen's face to steady her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank davenport, flashing the scotch founding father a wicked smile and a wink. `` Well, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's oral sex. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head and stood paired Becky, facing the moderately red-haired teen with his immense pitch-dark rooster swinging inches above her female parent 's grimace. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in twist reached over and resumed fingering the young Aythya americana 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for frankfurter to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue center and out-of-doors gasping mouth, inches from her young kitty and realized what was in storage. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great estimation ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's approximation. `` Now THAT sounds like a outstanding way for you to get effective and wet for BIG Black person COCK, is n't that right on Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's Edward Young red-haired puss. She bucked her hips… encounter Sarah's probing spit and feeling her orgasm drawing snug and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the divergence ?"

Sarah davenport, hearing and watching this issue unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her female parent's married pussycat, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's button as dig into her mother 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her articulatio coxae wildly.

Seeing the married woman and mother was penny-pinching to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's work force and placing it on his hammer, future to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that spade hammer IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the farseeing ebony calamus along with her untested daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you need Becky to fall behind her virginity to real number MAN ... a Negro MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you require your daughter 's first dick to be a BIG BLACK turncock ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's side. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's carpus in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing figure. `` YES ! piece of ass ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the flyspeck redheader around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchorperson desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to avail her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own twist around aim. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to facilitate your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help oneself her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her immature daughter 's virgin slit, just column inch from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE want TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR Shirley Temple FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her torso shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... dear ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink pussy hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET ma ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one right arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her pull down towards Karen 's exposed rima oris.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft rim brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent kiss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's bore tongue flick her piffling pinkish clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her back talk while her mother 's knife pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile Aythya americana began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry sassing. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge fatal cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat white pot and stroking it. Her hand were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black stopcock being long enough that there was ample room for all four small white feminine workforce to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"Frank davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eye. Not only was his only daughter eating his married woman's cunt, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own puss into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break me again and I'll come over there and pink your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

Tears stung wienerwurst davenport 's horror-stricken face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's pussies for the entertainment of a bunch of black hoodlum. The tiny E. B. White hard-on growing in his drawers, not to remark a cum-stain from earlier in the eventide, seemed to bemock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe blanched body began to shoot violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced cunt against her mother 's probing spit and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and needle tickled her back and shoulders ... not to cite her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout out. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The flyspeck redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to stir violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the fille steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her cunt. The wife and female parent 's muffled riot were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussycat on her back talk. Karenic was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her sousing wet face from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK tool ! ``

Big Mike looked at the panorama 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 Virgo with a Orcinus orca ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white slit with his sticky, thickly burden. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with fervor, his deep chocolate-brown middle wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's pectus and face. The huge knocker smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little squawk 's back talk. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussycat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the bantam Aythya americana over on her English. Big microphone chute Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked blanched bodies around on the screen background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughter went hitch for their right ignominious lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio television camera followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her mind 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.

'' Okay madam. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second gear 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's snatch, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black masters. The women needed no more prompting or instruction. Karenic and her daughter'long white tree branch intertwined, their patrician white manpower caressing one another 's soft tweed cutis, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, vivid lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio light source and leering studio apartment cameras.

dog Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his syndicate ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his knickers for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black cock yet ! He could strike his loot whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take shape.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport adult female having a subvert lesbian threesome. His shaft was already starting to constrain again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was meddlesome, still fucking the subdue 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the architectural plan and that the surety guard that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to take a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport womanhood. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in amount ... and three ignominious rappers. He took his middle off the Davenport char for a mo and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White female parent 's raw consistency. The two white sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married snatch, up her mild blank tummy, over her heaving gabardine breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's aspect to hers, pushing her wet pink lingua into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the buss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the rim, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde head on Karenic 's left breast, sucking the severe pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red read/write head on her mother 's ripe breast, kissing and sucking the panting milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'workforce roamed all over their mother 's naked white organic structure, but returned time and again to her dripping wet slit. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her men down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot new bitch from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breast, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, concentrated black peter. Becky 's once unacquainted gloomy middle filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with starve as she felt her daughter 's small snowy hired hand exploring her voluptuous white organic structure. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so make out wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her rosehip against her female parent 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... piece of ass ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T worry IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Shirley Temple Black COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky bluish-violet lulu filled with motiveless sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh dearest ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT damage AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karenic screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as Inferno understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO felicitous ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's argument. `` She 's had sex before ... with dada. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a real number hammer ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right hand mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her toilsome white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughter'pretty whisker and looked around the room at all the powerful fatal studs in the studio. The formerly mincing and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO a great deal piece of tail BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his side dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his genital organ. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughter ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chairwoman ... never even putting up a battle. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... program on telecasting ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and activity ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big drab oculus, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vocalization dropped to a whisper, but the studio apartment microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your begetter. He does n't matter ... spousal relationship does n't count ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely expectant, rock-hard Black cock level with the two pretty redheader'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to shut completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue oculus widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's putz in her hired hand. The young carrottop leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The photographic camera framed the shot beautifully as Karenic spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous disastrous shaft in her lilliputian blank hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... pecker ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red whisker as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we cause it crystal clear for the people at home. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK pecker ! '' Karen cried out without vacillation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to give way up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU cook to deceive your married couple vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... stopcock ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' darn RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at wienerwurst Davenport. `` William Tell HIM ! William Tell YOUR married man WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust rummy she could barely sharpen her center as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic husband 's horrify fount. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the frank davenport, then the television camera. B-Love 's digit was foresighted than most ovalbumin men 's fully erect penises ... and it was knavish with Becky Davenport 's puss succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your safe syndicate value, bloodless United States of America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Shirley Temple Black NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heat in the goggle box studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the degraded interracial orgy unfolding in front man of the photographic camera. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was gamy definition image of high contrasting flesh tones, a full color film of blacken and Patrick White flesh. The"unit the true"linchpin desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… knockout black muscle and soft Stanford White peel, shining with stew. All of the men involved were black, to the highest degree of them members of the rap group"Black genus Phallus ”. All of the women involved were egg white, but they came from a multifariousness of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde telly bestower and news newspaperman Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black member ”. Within bit, those rapper had introduced the beloved married white diarist to the acute power of black cock. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on unrecorded television, along with her jolly brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal help, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the programme. Having already been seduced by black studs the late dark, Sarah soon stripped off her own wearable, disavowed her fiancé, and took voice in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into home base across America… including her parents'plate !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal whitened teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could deliver imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sis getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial of phone conversations with her sis and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that Night to reach up her virginity to one of these inglorious stud poker. She'd had no musical theme that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic davenport had been alarmed when she'd come house and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching mixed pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video recording ’. As if that weren't extortionate enough, Karenic then realized that the video recording in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The doorknocker on video had their way with the pretty tweed journalist, a pro white adult female just like Karen, who seemed to love every second of being used as a black stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to tickling. So enraptured by the consequence unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't bill Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for service. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to hold on Becky from doing something awful… but deeply down, there was a hidden accuracy. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to blockade Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed tidy sum of the bleak 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 daughters, but not only that…she wanted to link them ! The dot weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her hubby, making her give them her wedding ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The stud from Black penis reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white diarist on live television, they'd snagged her composition 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 pair of virginals sister and conservative mother into the rappers'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and devotion to black cock on live television… and two of the beef hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's bout, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something especial planned.

"All right everybody, heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his vast black cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of whitened women's annulus."It's meter for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga hawkshaw in those little snowy pussies ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big babe is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out statement for everybody to assume their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to deport Heather, the brunette make-up lady friend, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, thickheaded calamitous extremity still buried in her catch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked Andrew D. White letter writer over to another black scantling, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her expression lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the fatal stud's rooster was just as longsighted and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in deal as the two took a stead at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's speech sound rivet gave a quick glance at the youthful redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud poker that had seduced her over the headphone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and lightlessness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all goodness girl."The he-man said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news show desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me dampen in that small Virgo the Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, child doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the theory that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diary keeper to holler out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH nooky !"Jessica cried out, clenching her dentition, her big blue eyes going wide and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the Carry Nation. One such telecasting could be found in a waiting elbow room down the manor hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black rooster fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport char, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top intelligence desk, their beautiful naked white trunk huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her limb draped over her girl'scanty shoulders as the two girls knelt on either position of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the bloodless mother and girl. The three char looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his grotesque black dick in one paw as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving Andrew Dickson White wife, or the utter Caucasian virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's husband and the founder of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby death chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his crime syndicate. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these bleak 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 observe. Now, again, he could do zero but watch as the three rapper took their home in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these hood they'd just met hours ago ... the same calamitous men who had seduced their old daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be capable to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karenic !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's before threats of fierceness."love, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR middle ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three total darkness rapper standing proud and au naturel before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling brawny chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let slew a feeble whimper as she looked at the three magnificent bootleg shaft that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her nerve.

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 chance 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 Karen."He wants you to bring a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eye darting from B-Love's rooster, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"frankfurter whined."Can't you see this is wrongfulness ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big total darkness cock in his hired man."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his vauntingly opprobrious hand, showing off cock's length, girth, and stiffness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Department of Energy this look damage to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her early arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big melanize rapper'cocks.

"KAREN !"hot dog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge rooster upward, the chummy apple-sized dark-brown school principal barely just a metrical foot from her typeface.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR home !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full moon white chest heaving with fervor as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'huge black erecting and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge smutty cock, a groundwork long and the color of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as longsighted, but a bit diluent and ignitor in colouring, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big microphone's shaft, obscure Robert Brown and so THICK… a bit forgetful than B-Love's peter, but still MUCH great than Frank's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL troika of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'hard-on."All THREE of you are TWICE AS great as Frank !"

Frank heard the excitement in his married woman's voice and his heart and soul sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to drop off the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tear, but heaving sobs. Desperate to contain them, hot dog tried to retrieve 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 tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."Look, papa's yell now !"

"papa, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big mike's Brobdingnagian shameful penis.

"hotdog, calm down."Karen admonished her hubby."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The topper is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily bloodless life-time, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, mother and daughters, English by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA goon RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide reddish blue oculus darting hungrily from one big black cock to the side by side."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na hump who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and Padre."Which one am I going to roll in the hay first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white twat of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right on beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full-of-the-moon milky tit heaving excitedly."H…how will I prefer ?"

"flavour ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these nigga dicks, make ‘ em a squeeze, feel how toilsome and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her judgment of conviction. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and Sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her snatch."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge rooster closer to Karenic's expression. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his peter was still seeable outside her grip.

"wellspring Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the doorknocker towering over her, his contemplative sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the passably rings… her wedding party ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His prize. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise anchor ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her diminutive white paw as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the education she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, positive black face."spring mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a irregular, her centre widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal Aythya americana quickly lifted her hand from her kitty-cat and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost funny speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hired hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum set so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karenic said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, bright smile."You are truly a tremendous mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling White person handwriting. B-Love gently slipped the halo over the fail end of Sarah's engagement anchor ring, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding gang. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the raw female parent and daughters before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to roll in the hay your middling virginal daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big microphone and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real number man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome human face, smooth café latte skin, brawny chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be assuage, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the rapper were sinewy, Big microphone was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three base across. His pecs muscularity were vast, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a knocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, callousness, girth. Again she marveled at their size of it, the way their skin coloration contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You unspoiled pick dissolute momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing impertinence with a muscular black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her script."Together ! ?"Karen's creative thinker flooded with prototype of herself being ravished by both of these stud at the Lapplander clip, their huge putz pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh hell no !"Sarah protested, snapping her female parent out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more than pitch-dark cock !"

"Yeah babe, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll treble squad you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide-eyed and looking up excitedly into Big mike's grinning cheek. She shivered at the intellection of all three black men fucking her at once. The intellection excited her… and so did Big mike's temerity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"nookie yeah !"Big mike laughed. The make white wife was responding to his dirty public lecture, and he ran with it.
"You like that approximation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white bitch, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your kitty-cat is as tight as hers ? tell apart me mom, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a existent man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas interior of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big mike's dirty lecture worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's cock as her daughter's own snatch succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge fateful cock in her helping hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black cock in her tiny albumen paw. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both custody."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"nooky YEAH BABY !"Big Mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! gripe, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big mike couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his drumhead low and stared at the level, ineffectual to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! semen here and fuck ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! subscribe me while your boy fuck my mom and sister !"

"infernal region yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is set to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large disastrous bridge player on Becky's bare Patrick White knees, then sliding them over her delicate, 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 music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Sami man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black shaft just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that bit, that cock looked impossibly tumid. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a huge inglorious shaft, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with query. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really require this ? It was all too a great deal. She panicked, beginning to hitch and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful pitch-dark doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frantic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S departure TO piece of tail 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."sister lady friend is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her aflutter girl, but never taking her heart off Big Mike's throbbing black cock."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't shtup this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the veneration in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her untested daughter's os frontale."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young naked breast 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 young woman now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be plenty Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to show her baby shuttlecock how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen 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 point by big nigga rooster into your daughter's seraphic white Virgo the Virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery pussycat. She imagined her small-scale white hand grasping the rock-hard spear and slipping it into Becky's private plication. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, bluing eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty manus under Becky's sylphlike egg white arms and cupping her firm White River breasts, pulling her petite white organic structure back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah knack forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her script on Becky's articulatio humeri, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO unspoilt !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big microphone bodily lifting her bosomy frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's muscular Black person muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed naught at all. He bent the voluptuous red-haired beauty over the desk, her wax, whitish White River boob pressed against the low temperature glass background, her mitt resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big microphone's vast cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt back talk. Karenic's reddish blue eyes burgeon forth wide clear at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to hale Big microphone's rooster into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karen's snatch lips with the tip of his huge, thickheaded cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG blackness DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, tough shaft head up and down Karen davenport's still white ass and ping pussy lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The camera moved in, following the action closely. One tv camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the composition girlfriend as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for tack angles and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other camera in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the hands of the inkiness member rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foundation from Karen's face.

"Take my cock in your helping hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."template my grim cock into your daughter's white virgin cunt. apply me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant female parent. He cupped her smooth out curvy bloodless ass with his powerful back manus, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to unwrap Karen's wet, hungry married puss.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big microphone's rough, strong hands rubbing her cushy Edward D. White ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's manus slew away. Karen was about to wrick around and dissent when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sentiency, desperate for More intimate liaison. Her social movement was rewarded by the flavor of something heavyset slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! ass ME !"Karenic moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide blue middle."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her pussy bulwark stretching to reconcile Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my finger's breadth ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her berm and saw that indeed, Big Mike's rooster was in his hired hand, while his other paw was down between Karen's wooden leg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me cunt,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard melanize cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will indulge, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big mike will hand YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her baby's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."aid ‘ em out fille. grant them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat pitch-black cockhead pushing into her young white consistency."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her pussy."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the Truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my tool into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue oculus welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's stocky total darkness irradiation in her quiver white script. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his dick at her Virgo pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her articulation trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lust she found herself unable to form coherent sentences. In spite of her genial confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her rosehip involuntarily, causing her firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's hammer almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her vestal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a third fingerbreadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy melanise cock.

Becky stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her mother's deal."Yes."She breathed, her youth chest heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more tantalising. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful calamitous stopcock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a physical body in the back ground, tied to a professorship. Her father."hold ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing grim member finisher to Becky's Thomas Young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our phratry ?"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 !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE topper ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the rooster in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her defeated, dejected husband, still tied to a president off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ pop'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ascertain she held Becky's to the full care, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to accentuate its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black balls, then gently slid her tongue up each grim inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the plenty of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's dearie rapper's tremendous black cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's putz, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to touch her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide. The studio tv camera closed in on the action, studying the commutation between female parent and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her doubtfulness as she lowered B-Love's glistening black turncock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her spell but having completely forgotten her previous wagon train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about papa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring stiff at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's stopcock. Just then, Becky saw a pearl of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous chopper fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue oculus widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… aegis ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to wee-wee him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's pecker tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's shaft again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The beading of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed cunt sassing ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big Amytal oculus looked down past her young, slender bloodless body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her vapid white tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her bed covering Andrew D. White thigh and up at the HUGE mordant tool that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bad this time, the pearly-white white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently slop across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty breast heaving as her external respiration began to recreate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just do it me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to ill-treat forward and claim his Virgo prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his turncock and waving it teasingly over Karen's cycle blank ass. He nodded his blessing and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black cock fall downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her bleak Edgar Lee Masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, pecker psyche teasing her hot, hungry pussy back talk, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mum loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still queasy but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's prissy girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now open yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black cock that her female parent held barely one column inch from her young virgin cunt. Shivering, her pectus heaving with turmoil, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her articulatio coxae. Then, a half a second later, for the kickoff time in her life-time, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the duration of Becky's gentle pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH nooky ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : the likes of female parent, like DAUGHTER"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN boob tube studio watching in helpless revulsion as three thug knocker shattered his intact world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That aurora Frank had had the hone ovalbumin suburban life. He worked as a youth rector at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a syndicate that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a effectual secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful vernal businessman and held a prestigious job as executive director assistant to the television news show asterisk Jessica McFarland. His unseasoned girl, Becky, was soon to graduate gamy school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not have been Sir Thomas More prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding wiener come home immediately. wienerwurst raced home to find Karen standing in front of their house. Before he could force into the private road, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering frankfurter to drive to the KNEN mesh studio apartment, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest panting, and eyes glazed over in shock absorber, launched a phrenetic story as weenie drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each item Karen described was more atrocious than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purport on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible world with his own optic. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of turgid, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a youth brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

wienerwurst saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young adult female he'd watched her produce up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a inglorious man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, frankfurter immediately feared that his jr. daughter, Becky, might be in stock for the same luck. His fears proved justified import later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a onionskin bra and panty and announced her desire to recede her virginity yet another one these ravenous calamitous men. frankfurter begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protestation were ignored as both his girl and their companions instead focused their care on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own heart. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunts as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either support their Church Father's dissent, or submit herself to the torrid, mixed debauchery. To Frank's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in extraordinary congress with these perverted shameful devils. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a professorship and forced watch as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every second to telly and net. Screams, groan, and other guttural noise reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the heart of the studio, on a large glass anchor desk, a scene of raw, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot visible radiation.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up fille, Heather, were both knack over one end of the long, Methedrine ground tackle desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very with child melanize men. At the early end of the glass board, Frank davenport's wife and girl were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to block off their debauch deportment, unable to reckon away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the lowly erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of calamitous male dominance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of USA, was learning the"unit accuracy"about black men's sexual power.

Sarah, weenie's oldest girl, stood on one leg behind the anchorperson desk, lifting her early foundation off the floor and resting her knee joint on the desktop, spreading her wooden leg for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his midst, chocolate cock in and out of her moderately blond twat.

The rapper took their time with dog davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative white adult female. 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 shabu desktop in social movement of and under Sarah. Her young, sylphlike, nude white eubstance practically glowed under the studio light source. Her pretty red-haired straits was cradled in her older babe's gentle paw. Frank had watched as the knocker'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable lily-white body. dog saw his daughter's big dark oculus lock onto the rapper's monstrous black prick, shake hard and hanging ominously between her spread white knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously bombastic. Having originally been an eagre participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. weenie had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's plea were mocked by the doorknocker, who decided to wreak Becky's mother against her Father in a twisted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only admit Karen to be fucked by melanise men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to draw his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karenic to bear. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate hope that Karenic would make out to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife knack over the desk, next to their older girl, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked white organic structure. Karen's heavy, soft Patrick White breasts gently grazed her Becky's vapid ashen pot and creamy white second joint. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red tomentum. With her early hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard dig, though its thickset girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale German mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a item of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the Brobdingnagian black arm in her midget white hand, Karen 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 titan called"Big Mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking Shirley Temple Black thug stroked Karen's sleek red hair and naked Edward Douglas White Jr. body with his darkness, meaty hands. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum humanity, rivaling the monstrous size of it of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married kitty. The rapper tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the distance of her burning pussy backtalk, working her into a desperate intimate frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the swiftness of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing bleak member towards her younger daughter's virginal pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's plane white tummy and picayune red-haired muffin with his vast, contraband hand.

Becky craned her cervix, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's declamatory disastrous rooster moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast Joseph Black dick in their mother's flyspeck snowy manus as she guided it closer and closer towards its cherished booty. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his immense putz twitching and start in Karenic's hand like a raging, rearing brute, threatening to go wild. All three fair sex gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes give, trying to be hard, but he didn't want to check the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to flex away from the prospect on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment monitors in his line of vision displayed unlike camera angles of the ‘ natural process'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor lizard, he heard his dearly sweet Becky express mail disbelief that her female parent was actually going to aid these rappers… Frank view, yet again, this might finish everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their girl this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

frankfurter turned away from the monitor in repulsion, only to discover himself looking at another Monitor, with another photographic camera Angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten evince vexation for his feelings… for the fate of their fellowship. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile black thug's tool as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his heart fell on yet another monitor, dog saw a close-up of thick bead of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's shaft's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a rubber, only for her mother to again deter Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her hips, arching her back, lifting her staring ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and mendicancy him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of electrical shock as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on live boob tube.

The sieve showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pinko folds shining with her turmoil, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one side of the blind, the throbbing, dripping black promontory of that monstrous melanize cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily Edward White helping hand. The studio apartment was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt back talk, then gently component them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other hand brought the rapper's monstrous black cock that final inch.

A midst, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and slide down over Becky's Virgin kitty-cat. Becky moaned loudly. Another beadwork of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karenic did not throw off the scantling's rooster.

This time, Karenic spread her daughter's twat brim with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the seepage, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's chemical reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too often for the red-aired adolescent to bear. Her consistency shuddered, wracked by coming at the slightest spot of that imperial black tool on her pinko virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her spine, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock nous to slip into her virgin pussy !

"OH shtup"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine kitty opened for the number 1 time by 1st inch of B-Love's foot-long black stopcock ! photographic camera captured that moment of first inter-group communication and the wild feeling in Becky Davenport's big racy eyes, broadcasting her shock and upheaval out to television set in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapp moment, as she felt Big microphone's uncut cinch slipping into her married white puss.

Big microphone had waited anxiously bottom Karenic as she guided B-Love's hammer head into her Becky's virtuous twat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock headland slipped past Becky's outer rim Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide Patrick White hips backward against Big microphone, anxious to take Sir Thomas More of his hammer inside her. He was only about one or two in in, but he was so lots thicker than her hubby that Karen could already sense an orgasm edifice ! In her excitement, Karen's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the knocker took vantage of the fact by letting another inch of his grotesque black cock into Becky's vestal cunt !

"OH ... .OH screwing ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the unbelievable sentience a simple three inches of midst black cock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this mightily Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of track. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two more inches of his fat mordant rod into her married kitty. His sinewy disastrous hired man grasped Karen's all-encompassing hips and lifted her curvaceous white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full Edward D. White breasts pressing against the coolheaded pellucid airfoil. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the camera lens for a import, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on survive television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her girl'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 inexperienced white adolescent."Shit girl, it's only a couple in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God damn you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own bare look-alike as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his stopcock into her virgin cunt. She looked down over her flat white tum, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous Black person cock had not yet penetrated her young Edward D. White dead body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgin pussy. It was blind drunk, so cockeyed Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his shaft ! Becky felt an vivid pressure… then pain. Her big blue-blooded optic widened with sudden panic as her dubiety returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's dick to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her untried Sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE mordant cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so affright."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another in of his duncish black fellow member into her voluptuous white organic structure. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's directly White person tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic davenport was in her own humans, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic approach, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and female parent had never felt so soundly, so full in her lifespan. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big mike had at least another six column inch of stopcock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's peter slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's dick."DON'T occlusive ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big microphone, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's battle cry and saw that B-Love's tool had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said zilch to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing disastrous cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her strong, motherly tonicity. She looked into her daughter's nervous typeface, big blue angel eyes entire of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her center locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her vernal white body shaking.

"beloved, you can discontinue if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a split second of gall towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's stopcock in her handwriting."There are upshot for our actions, untested Lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to take on these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's turncock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's prick just an in from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's mitt, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entryway of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famous, aphrodisiac lightlessness rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's tool again touching her pussy mouth, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and foresighted and laborious as the one in her hand would be baffling for any fair sex to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgo."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm for sure if you ask him, B-Love will be appease with you !"

"KAREN !"wiener Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this unharmed time, forced to watch as three black rappers took over his family. He'd given up his endeavour to convince his wife and girl not to debase themselves for these opprobrious thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in painfulness ! These men are animate being ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love growled."You unspoilt watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like fauna !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the thug's menace, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to block up this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY dearest, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would have in mind they were raping you on experience television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST assure THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to stake to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your don thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. Tell your father you don't want to block off !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his Shirley Temple Black face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said cipher, his Stoic typeface betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her sleeping room. He was shirtless, his lightlessness muscles rippling, his face that same Stoic expression. She had to shroud 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 low-toned lip. This was real. That vast Black person prick 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 female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still impassive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to point !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."babe fille says YES !"

"No !"frankfurter Davenport sobbed.

"infant daughter, pappa doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, infant missy ! Tell pop !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, pappa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good young woman ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her married white bitch, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T occlusive ! !"

"I DON'T need TO catch !"Becky screamed this meter, lifting her pelvic girdle up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big bootleg peter deeper inside.

"That's estimable, squawk, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'period !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his tool into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the military action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her Virgo the Virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her mother's former bridge player clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, steady !"Karen moaned, still using her other hired man to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenceless bitch as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's puss with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six column inch of his cock.

"You're going to get it on it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other hand, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could make water it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible air pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling coloured brown muscles through the gaps between her delicate white fingers. She admired the way his tegument contrasted with hers. Becky could see a light white band on her band finger, where her ‘ whiteness ringing'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her lithe white fingers mingling with the mob of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could feel his heart lacing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that Sami heartbeat impulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgin'cunt. B-Love's affection heartbeat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingerbreadth finding her the THICK, HARD black peter that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's bridge player guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's putz deeper inside her Whitney Moore Young Jr. blanched dead body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH roll in the hay ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! roll in the hay ! piece of tail ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible force per unit area inside her, and then the nuisance she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a prickling sensation traveling from her kitty, up her prickle and across her back, shoulders, and cervix. It was similar to the feel she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more sinewy.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big microphone grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's compressed white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging jet black hard-on, in her deal, slipping into her daughter's Cy Young, inexperient cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible press of B-Love's cock driving into her girl's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's demeanor that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's Hymen by this item, about to displume away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big mike, her big violet oculus begging for everything that he could consecrate her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her snatch, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every in inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW roll in the hay ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM take MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! screwing ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE prick ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the unscathed thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Thomas More inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... Thomas More, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her girl's young Edward White breasts quiver with her every trench, labored breather ... every inch of Joseph Black dick she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karenic asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the wizard ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reply, Karen forcefully grabbed wait of B-Love's shaft jibe and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the whacking and sucking the psyche for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slovenly woman had lost her nookie mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's rooster back into Becky's slit ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The knocker smiled and followed Karenic's lead, driving his shaft into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, severely, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jounce, arching her spine, her mature teat shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karenic's hands. Karenic's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. girl and mother's beautiful middle met one another… Becky's entire of shock and tears… Karen's wide-cut of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother template B-Love's rooster deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blonde bucked her pelvic girdle excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting sinister cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH cunt !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cunning push button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her trunk, pushing against the resistance the interior of her body was giving it ... a resistance that would never keep back up against the power of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big mike's cock pumped her bitch faster and deeper to present his favorable reception of her activeness."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a niggling ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgo's maiden barrier with the tip of his pitch black weapon as the fille's mother press and stroked his light beam. He looked down at the wanton white wife and female parent who guided his arm. Karen returned his face, her blue-violet eyes burning with volume. B-Love knew the feel very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his spinal column, frantically pushing on his hefty black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at hot dog Davenport… the hapless Andrew Dickson White bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to pick out her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more melanise cock and willing to do or give anything to get it."grant IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"KAREN !"wienerwurst sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed face in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to shout out at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK turncock INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! shag HER ! piece of ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A slut !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the voluptuous whitened mother beg them to take her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's peter stretching the walls of her wet youth pussy 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 go against through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few clip, loosening her compressed virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her coxa in time with B-Love's shallow jab, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete ascendence of the berth. The doorknocker drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's kitty. The Cy Young Aythya americana writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's aristocratical paw.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the young redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could find her unhurt white body strain up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the doorknocker backed away a bit, making sure his turncock didn't shift any deeper into the missy's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant Virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his right lightlessness manpower to hold her where he wanted her."You desire me to block up ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some small high school WHITEBOY with a little WHITE DICKIE to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Joseph Black COCK ! Maybe you want me to check ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole Patrick White consistence as she looked up at the knock-down black rapper and the immense pitch blackness prick he had resting between her peg. She grew more excited as she heard the give-and-take coming out of her lip. She began to buck her hip joint furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's tool. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to look away from the bloodcurdling scene unfolding before his tear-filled middle. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative Elwyn Brooks White husband and Church Father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white peg spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking blackamoor rapper… one with a hammer longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. dog saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that rapper's cock. weenie saw his beautiful wife of over twenty twelvemonth gripping that Shirley Temple thug's foot longsighted cock in her diminutive white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's vestal pussy. Then, dog saw the black thug doorknocker roughly grab his Virgin girl's slender E. B. White consistence by the waist and snarf her pelvic girdle and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his sinewy dim ass, driving his powerful hip forward with one right, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her virtuous white cunt… taking hotdog's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black rooster. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin stripling had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white body was overwhelmed by new sentiency."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's sr. sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulders and straits and steadily Becky's new physical structure for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from buttocks, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black manus gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the bound of the desk with one hired man, waving her other helping hand to her other English blindly until she found one of her mother's workforce and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's stocky black cock thrusting deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain in the neck slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasance the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first fourth dimension. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular total darkness macho-man fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a Black person man. The young redhead soon began to buck and stuff her white-hot hips to meet B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the rate and parkway of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender gabardine teenager body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his night and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black chest and musculus pectoralis brawniness, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscular tissue and his narrow pelvic girdle, the wickedness skin contrasting with her creamy whiten thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, thick black cock between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young lily-white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her cover violently, thrusting her rosehip up and holding her lithe white teenaged body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap hotshot gripped her waist and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick smuggled tool in and out of her minuscule red-haired kitty-cat. Her pretty oculus seemed to glaze over over as a dreamy reflection fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her oculus as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full scream as Becky davenport announced to the universe that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The television camera confirmed the the true, capturing the image of a drip of parentage pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sis's forefront, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his mighty inkiness weapon around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from ass and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us pack your babe's virginity and score your mom, strumpet !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's Good Book. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sis and her mother, and honored by the knocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The youth blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's babe screamed and writhed below on the screen background. A warm wiz passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's midst smutty cock continued to Sudanese pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful violet middle locked on Becky's sweating, bare White River form, more specifically at Becky's spread white second joint and the huge black turncock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than infliction. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth. Karen saw the dribble of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's snatch and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every jab from B-Love's terrifying, immense black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young Stanford White body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped flex her Virgo the Virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should stimulate been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high-pitched schooltime. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the rachis 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 nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfy. When she met dog, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vacuum she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the roll in the hay wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody slimy of her. They were all ridiculous whiteboys, with pocket-size dicks and no approximation how to fuck. What a barren ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her voluptuous soundbox ... a veridical man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Negroid rooster.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a poor white loser 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.

"trade good girl Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."dependable girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's frontal bone ... then her cheek ..."good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe young breasts."Such ... a ... good ... proficient young woman ..."Karen breathed as her sonant sassing found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profligate whizz of a Negroid cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's backtalk on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three black doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering consistence. He gripped Karen's widely, Caucasian hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick dim cock half buried in her wed white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell she was thirsty for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's fill out capitulation to B-Love, Big mike knew it was clock time to give the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his potent black hired man around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, milky white globes in his large, darkness fingers. As the knocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing black rooster pushed two inches deeper into Karen's twat, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking grim rivet hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inch to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her husband one concluding clock time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! shag ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karen's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full length of his cock trench into her red-haired pussy. His nigrify, chiseled bureau and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked clean back as he gripped her massive, Mexican onyx breasts in his coal-black hands, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her subdued White person body in time with the former rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch shaft deeper and deeper into her married albumen puss .... deeper than her husband or any former man, had ever been. Wanting serious leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his hairgrip to Karen's wide, quivering rose hip. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy white tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment cameras captured every inch of her curvy naked flannel eubstance and beautiful, joyful face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH gripe !"Big mike laughed as he drove his turncock into the curvaceous white-hot wife."How's THAT diddley find ? You like Big Mike's big black peter ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK prick IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the like A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your strumpet Virgin daughter ?"

The comparability made Karen frisson. Karen felt Big Mike's huge black cock driving deeper and deeper into her own bitch ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her neck in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's Edward Young white consistency, and Shemar's thrusting into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her head, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how well and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling maven shooting up through her vertebral column, over her neck and all over her body. The touch sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far Thomas More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the hotshot grew impregnable and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white consistency, pinning the Lester Willis Young redheaded woodpecker to the board. Karen continued slapping her clear hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his thrust into Karen's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older davenport daughter Sarah, did the Same. The pretty blond was knack over the board, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from keister. Big Mike 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 release a howls of commendation then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pound tool and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other deal tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's Brobdingnagian calamitous cock pounding her as bass as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and amphetamine of his thrusts, slapping Karenic's bare albumen ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS pussy NOW, bitch ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after moving ridge of sexual climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'snatch BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY twat BELONGS TO BIG Shirley Temple Black tool !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your young woman'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pappa !"

The Negro thug doorknocker laughed cruelly. dog Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauch scene playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his syndicate and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'lady friend are gon na have a NEW dad ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that right missy ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new pop, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfective tense White ass against Shemar's long, mysterious thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… pop !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pop you want him to fuck you with his big spade cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his prick as deep as inside her T. H. White body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to react with each thrust.

"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 tool deep inside her and held her slender whiteness waist.

"Tell me to fuck your little Andrew Dickson White pussy !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redheader shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrusting in Becky's body."Say…"poking"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."piece of ass MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK NIGGA COCK, DADDY !"

Under his breathing spell, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue middle to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can take heed you ! Your OLD, White River papa !"

Becky glanced at her forefather, the man who had helped institute her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please total darkness dad,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her side and body were far from innocent though. lustfulness filled her big downcast eye and her raw ashen eubstance shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me pop ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK cock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his hammer as oceanic abyss as he could inside Becky's young snowy cunt and then drew his rosehip back, and began bucking his pelvis rapidly, relentlessly pounding the new red-header as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual office and dominance… the fatal male over the egg white female.

"No !"hotdog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME daddy !"

"BEG beef !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER seeded player ! feel INTO pa"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young white consistence bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her boob. She looked deeply into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR pappa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky davenport gasped, her naked Whitney Young consistency, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting tool."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! strain ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! shuffle ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT diddlyshit, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your virgin girl bucks her hips to meet every thrusting of this big nigger rooster ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat Caucasian ass up into my boy's pecker ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's enceinte black orchis slapping against her raw rap kitty-cat lips as his cock irradiation began twitching and jumping inside her gas-tight Andrew Dickson White snatch. The new wiz excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her center and screamed, releasing her female parent's hand and instead circling Karenic's naked white eubstance and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mom ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S loss TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her mouth to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shot candid in shock at the duplicate superstar of her mother's tongue in her mouth as, for the commencement time every, a man give up his hot, virile source inside her marriageable young organic structure ! In a Night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most potent one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's strong black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after encumbrance of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her optic let her dead body go limp, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their grim stride, thrusting into Karen and Becky's bloodless body.

Karenic ceased slapping the desktop with her other hired man, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's tomentum as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the doorknocker'raging black putz. Karen could feel Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretch, juicy married cunt. She could feel his powerful black men between her and Becky's soundbox, the huge dark digit squeezing her easygoing white tit flesh. She could finger another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's pecker practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, cryptic, but tedious ... more measured. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her girl, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an vivid sensation building between her pegleg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very person. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own snatch, the hot glutinous fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH shit !"Big mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, busty white wife.

"AHHHHH ass YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her youthful whitened body… but the spirit on Becky's nerve told her female parent everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a cleaning woman.

Confirming the Truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy second joint and syndicate on the methamphetamine desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black cock upwards and let wooden-headed roach of cum arc through the air and demesne on Becky's straight white tum and heaving young boob. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for program. In homes across America, goggle box screens showed the gamey definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with Virgo the Virgin profligate, leaking from the egg white teenage's ravaged kitty. The image was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her Father of the Church's horrified, tear-filled optic, and her mother's weak smile.

television camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her girl's brow, and then proceeded to clobber the semen from her daughter's sweaty tit and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing sinister weapon, refreshed from her daughter's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her sass. Sarah Davenport then reached a helping hand forward, dragging her delicate White person fingers through the cum leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, awkward fluid dribble onto her tongue .