E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT inkiness member ...

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The computing machine screen flickered to life with the image of a blaze sun. A small legend appeared in the scummy left corner of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at firstly, just the occasional pluck of a unfrequented guitar drawing string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine spattering and it pulls off to the side of meat of the route. The television camera angle cuts to the DoI of the car, showing a white family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful egg white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 instrumentalist. An strong-growing rap heartbeat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girlfriend looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her center. The wife doesn't look well-chosen either.

The hubby gets out of the car and opens the tough. Vultures circle 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 deal from the passion. The girl sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell phone and starts entering a phone number.

The television camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the battlefront nates, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his trauma. Suddenly, the daughter's hand pat mom's berm and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its projection screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit horrify, and shakes her pass. The daughter tilts her read/write head at and nods toward her Father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her drumhead and again pass mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The household now has all the car room access 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, various blouse buttons undone, and fan herself with a magazine. The bonnet 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 expectant pick-up motortruck with a winch drives up beside the family and commons in battlefront of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ wrecking ”. The room access opens and a large black car-mechanic gets out. The music for the picture finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap beatnik, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black car-mechanic is marvellous and very muscular, wearing some loose agree denim and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the mob car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car cap as her father and mother get out of the car to recognise the auto-mechanic. The husband opens the cap and endeavour to canvass the engine again, but the tower black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his property in front of the car.

The mechanic coup d'oeil over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interest, her arms stretched over her caput, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clad body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her internal cleavage of her plentiful breasts and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much skin she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder joint at the mechanic and bites her abject lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the keister hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own categoric midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girlfriend's lilliputian shorts, over her flat tan belly, her house sweaty breasts, pouting sass, and ice dispirited middle. The stud makes eye inter-group communication with the girl, making indisputable she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the distance 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 grease monkey is satisfied with the oil recital, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the locomotive engine, making sure to make a span of duplicate suggestive thrusts as he drives it family. The mother gasp. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The speech sound tone on the telecasting is short, but lyric poem can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the female parent and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black blazon, he pulls his shirt over his foreland, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscle. Mom's big blue eyes widen. daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his mitt, the shop mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the dyad of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and stimulate his head, then walks to the back of his motortruck and begins to operate his claw and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the exertion making his pitch blackness tegument shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The machinist walks back over to the car and looks at the come-on. He looks back up at the married woman and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his swath. With one swift motion, he yanks the whang from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumping in fright and covers his head for tribute. As this happens, the camera angle changes to bear witness the fatal mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the grease monkey violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few column inch, just enough so that any viewer of the euphony television would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, oculus wide, natter dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The camera returns to the premature television camera angle within a indorsement, and the grease monkey is pulling up his gasp. The husband, still cowering from the rap's noise, has missed all of this. The language continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE wrecker"

The shop mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook shot and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the function of the music video. The auto-mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the category to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the rider threshold for the home, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench buns, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the auto-mechanic helps the wife up, giving her one shot ass a little thrust up into the seat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the car-mechanic leaves him to take forethought of himself. The shop mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and climbs up into the driver's can, but as his massive black figure squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old girl is eyeing the auto-mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an out or keeping situation, the husband motions for the married woman to sit in his lap and make room for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The girl hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts bare inches from the mechanic's spacious Shirley Temple grimace. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the hand truck and begins to drive as the Andrew D. White teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

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

The husband and father face ill as he watches his teenage girl wiggle in the black car-mechanic's lap. The mechanic moves his head left and justly, trying to see around the daughter's brain so that he can drive. The girl continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her berm from behind and pulls her finish, forcing her to lie back with her chief resting on one of his broad black shoulder joint. The mechanic glimpse downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to induce trouble steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth River as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the married man. The mechanic leer briefly, then looks at the whiteness teenager in his lap and the pretty whiteness married woman sitting future to him. A smiling slowly spreads across his nerve. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brake system. The young lady in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the kinsperson's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate elbow room in the cab for him to drive safely. The married man hesitates for a here and now, looking at his daughter, trying to pen herself as she sits in the fatal he-man's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding Shirley Temple Black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fidgety looks, the married man glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his eyebrow in vexation, and the wife smiles at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything adverse happen to their daughter. The husband takes a trench, exaggerated breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the room access behind him, the husband pats his office on the truck's Bench tail, indicating the married woman should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the hubby gets into the family car's driver's behind, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the midsection of the workbench behind. The shop mechanic begins to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and girl in the tumid rear window of the motortruck cab. A worried flavor crawling across the husband's aspect as he sees that in spite of the extra elbow room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the automobile mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very rough in ride in the towed kinfolk car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's terrace rump is saying something to the automobile mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the auto-mechanic and her girl. The husband can see that his wife's brass shows suffering and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the center of the terrace 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 keister, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the deep in thought spectacle, finally finding them and putting them back on his aspect. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the automobile mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far English of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At low gear, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the grease monkey's lap and that his wife is trying to hold open her back. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's rump windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hired hand and forces them down, under the motortruck's arse window, out of eyeshot. The hubby looks at his girl, a strange distasteful smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the shop mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the auto-mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her caput and their girl continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her mitt down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm bad"just before their daughter pushes her foreland down, below the tail end window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car automobile horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her don. She then agree her hands up, palms facing one another, about a metrical foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in figurehead of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The married man doesn't quite empathize and starts hitting the trumpet again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His jolly flannel married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the Shirley Temple mechanic. As the daughter does this, her male parent briefly glimpses her stark white ass and realizes that she has shed her short and step-in ! The father lookout man, rima oris agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the device driver, facing him this meter, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the motortruck begins to swerve violently and the married man starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert idle words !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car saddle horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop over. He sees his somewhat white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his straits at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The married woman looks back at him, her pale blue eyes good of shame ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the battlefront of her blouse and violently rips it afford, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the brightly desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her hubby, she lifts her ring finger's breadth up at him and slips the wedding set from her white-hot deal, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car motor horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one final time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving au revoir, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a transposition. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's claw releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 international nautical mile an hour, with a gaudy crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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

Again, the subtitle appeared in the scummy street corner of the covert :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

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

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring childlike at the calculator screen. She was the more destitute of the two fille. Like her right Quaker Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with farseeing red hairsbreadth, alluring William Green oculus, and a light sprinkle of lentigo across the nosepiece of her nose."I'd know you said the video recording would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very spiritual. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended Christian church get together twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian value. They were not to tog provocatively, use foul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rule with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ state of nature youngster'of the family. Her parents had deep worry about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with band of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tip covered more skin than did most of the other round top worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three sentence Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost data track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in maliciousness of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial effort for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a pureness ring, a symbol of her hope to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as raging as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ cloak-and-dagger'rap group called"Black phallus ”. The song were commodity, though jolly risque. Becky began looking for Thomas More of the Song on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black member"MP3s were frequently located on pornography land site for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's calculator prevented her from making any downloads from those location. Black phallus CD's seemed impossible to bump in topical anesthetic music stores, so Becky had to take do with the MP3s that she got from her friend. Some of the girlfriend at school day were surprised that conservativist Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black person Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at for the first time, she found them amusing ... and the stiff calendar method and beats made her want to dance. What she didn't acknowledgment to her rummy acquaintance was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to take heed to a blackamoor genus Phallus song to reach the advantageously climax. Thomas More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her Friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their euphony videos that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their birdcall mashed up with clips from a porno 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 unhurt ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it relieve oneself you marvel if the rumors are unfeigned ..."

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

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

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

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

"gross !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few pic of celebrities on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television journalist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrity at the studio, and had gotten signed photo 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 know I listen to that case of music. I doubt she'd approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will assemble them ! You have to tell her you want their autograph ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio apartment and conform to them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a voicelessness."That would be amazing ! Do you call up you could get me a VIP liberty chit too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit Truth'and sing about their music being so pop in the order, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racial discrimination and censorship. They say they're unquiet to go on telecasting for a ‘ be no-holds barred, undivided consultation and appearance USA and the rest of the humankind what Black member is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The site said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"tow car"video was explicit, just guess what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the Black Phallus music video could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her head began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black penis might constitute their medicine videos. The intellection of seeing erotic vista unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to crimson, her human face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ unwarranted ’. On another function, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex company that the rappers supposedly threw on enlistment, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in presence of crowd together lodge. They were just cockamamie stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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In the two class since her college gradation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of near recognized and respected Young women in American television set news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow scores of anybody in the volume communications arena, and immediately found employment with a cable news net. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment newspaperwoman"she would be an on-air personality ! In Sojourner Truth, the job probably should have gone to soul with more experience, but Jessica had the younker and personality that the net administrator had wanted, and her inexperience made her earnings low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a grampus figure, flawless white skin color, dazzling smile, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her interpreter was slightly high-pitched, but at the like time had a kind of voiced huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'aspect, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 pattern, and her aphrodisiac outfit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment intelligence news report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her first appearance on idiot box, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before prospicient, her picture graced the concealment of XII of cartridge, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the aid, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or pattern, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and play down her youthful range, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her renowned form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer case in sour colouring. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on ignitor, fluffy, amusement news. On top of that, in nastiness of the fact that her presence had increased the network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the various modeling and publicizing offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for replenishment at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negociate for Thomas More money and Thomas More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The meshing however, being rather button-down, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Whitney Moore Young Jr. ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could relinquish, and seek greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her populace was fickle and had a short-run store. With her married man billystick out of study, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the melodic theme of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a touch mesh, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar muckle as the Host of a news show program for their new entertainment-oriented news show meshwork. In addition to a brawny new salary, Jessica would get a personal helper and perhaps eventually a full stave at her disposal. What's more, becoming the briny anchor of a display would impart Jessica the opportunity to advise storey approximation, and to do in-depth consultation with controversial amusement material body. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the mesh would be looking down on her for reporting on that guinea pig because the whole network was dedicated to covering the amusement industry. There was little peril in taking the job. The network was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The motivator were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this mesh, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famed, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the metier scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly loaded and powerful net. They targeted what some perceived to be an interview often neglected by the news media… nonage and younker markets. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to substantiate that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male person seemed to be the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive net. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had smart yield and bottled Caribbean give water in her fecundation elbow room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The simply thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex spirit. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billy goat seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy provision of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the oeuvre would be ‘ prosperous'since his utilization was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work on with so many blacks ! billy goat had always thought of blackness as lazy, and his employees were no exclusion. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to assign jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, nightstick was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet creditworthy to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all contraband men. He couldn't even bring himself to differentiate Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make subject worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her to a greater extent and more sexually belligerent. She seemed to desire sex almost every night, and he-goat's exhaustion and emphasis kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able-bodied to seduce honey to his Danton True Young, sexy wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. Billy knew that he was the just 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 body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as a good deal as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have fourth dimension to find out what the trouble was. There were other matters on her judgment. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Joseph Black member ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the social club circumference and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio receiver or seen on video because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artist whose lyrics created images of extreme fierceness. What was unusual was that Black phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of crimson mental imagery, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable's length music meshwork, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that whipping, Negroid Phallus refused to permit any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music television channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black phallus television were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The saboteur ”, the picture that had aired ( in censored variant ) on television.

In bitchiness of all the disputation and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to get very popular in underground rope, and beginning to have an impact on popular culture. Thus every cartridge clip, television program, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black person Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the understanding with the mathematical group had been reached after weeks of broad, secret dialogue with KNEN executives. The negotiation were so hush-hush that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive audience. She was even more surprised to disclose that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three twenty-four hour period to educate ! Jessica knew that this would be her starting time, best chance to shew that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the consultation. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'audience, she'd had very little time to do any research on the grouping. Information was limited, since no interview had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of problem tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Negroid Phallus's platter label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial radical would harmonize to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio execution, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the chemical group had produced. In telephone exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a completely ‘ prize time'evening to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the eventide was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any sort on the interview, nor on the euphony videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was more than, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric and political panorama, the group insisted on additional certificate measuring rod, including certificate control of the studio for penis of their own security team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sure engagement, due to their stiff schedule. This hold out experimental condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news net, KNEN was in a position to gratify the chemical group's requirement. The John Major sticking point in time the meshwork had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC bawdiness violations and return, the net had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible expressed content'warning that the message may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under 18 old age of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and Black Phallus's website, with the Saami obscenity word of advice. Of course of action everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial mathematical group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some sort of extortionate packaging stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked millions of dollars worth of cause and sponsor losses. In spitefulness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the scoop interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's experimental condition were met, and the audience was set up.

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

The Truth was that both Black Phallus's phonograph recording label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same system, Solomon King's Diospyros ebenum & tusk enterprisingness, Inc. To help obliterate this connection from the journalistic prowess of sealed reporters, the merely consultation that Black person Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several occupation, all with one Major order of business, the sexual dominance of black men over Theodore Harold White women. For the most constituent, E & I controlled businesses were very pernicious in their onward motion of the docket. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost indocile sexual arousal in cleaning woman, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy goat's H2O. This was banner operating function. Over the years E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly conquer individual women and even whole commercial enterprise, and then use them to produce interracial pornography or other textile to advance E & I's agenda. For security measures purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'business concern that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with G of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's order of business. The only connecter between these concern and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Black men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with mixed composition. The plan was that the raging young black male person and ill-affected white youthfulness that listened to rap music would get wind this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every tidings of it. Shirley Temple males would turn more sexually strong-growing, and be encouraged pursue sexual confrontation with white women. albumen males would lead off to see bootleg males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequateness and lowly phallus. White girls who heard the music would start out to see Edward White males as unworthy and black male as the most worthy intimate specimens.

Black Phallus was the lynchpin of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, voice of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every vocal on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate power of blacken men, and subverting Andrew D. White male sexuality. The ism that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha male person of the human race. As such, black Male had the right to fuck and breed any womanhood, every woman, they wanted… even marital women, and especially snowy fair sex. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American English ikon on tv set ? So it was that black phallus's first scoop interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its ace reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

Jessica looked up from her young helper and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a sight of documents on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the way Jessica motioned for her to abide.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal helper. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid XX, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a magnanimous bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing nighttime colors, buttoned-up apprehension, and a rather unfashionable style of specs. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a mo idea though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an devoid, but quite brilliant, with an excellent disposal and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's indigence. They had formed a fold, sister-like adhesiveness in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first epithet terminal figure, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at body of work. Anything to a lesser extent might undermine Jessica's bureau, and Sarah was very truehearted to Jessica, and wanted to make certainly she never harmed Jessica's life history that way. Sarah took a hind end and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in thwarting for a lot of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual girlfriend and never swore. She never used the Lord's gens in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got wild, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, moan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt golden to be an assistant for mortal who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's trouble."I 'm sure I can puzzle out it on my own. I don't like calling technical school accompaniment ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have clock time to work it while you're at your confluence ... 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 more thing for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with total darkness Phallus is tomorrow nighttime ? Some of their representatives are coming by to look into out the studio apartment. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her help 's deal. `` You know that this is a very authoritative coup for our network. I need you to tolerate me here Sarah. Put on a brave aspect, winkle them that winning grin of yours, and you 'll be mulct ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock value hype and image anyway. It 's o.k., honestly, it will be okay. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the picture, and she'd been unable to learn copies until tardily in her enquiry.

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

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

The tale about Black member's limited handiness was a concoction made up by E & I. The very grounds that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a protection precaution. Jessica was a unspoiled journalist, and Solomon King wanted to form sure there was picayune or no hazard for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap grouping.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarism and sexually explicit fabric, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister 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 mistake, but she called me the other Nox and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her Quaker into the studio apartment that nighttime ! As if I would be a political party to her listening to that grease ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favourite music group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can suffer a VIP Edgar Guest in the studio that Nox. security system is going to be extra tight when these guy rope are here, and the group will bear their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's understanding with Shirley Temple member allows for nudeness, profanity, and sexual human action during the whole broadcast. In fact, the altogether broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exclusion of the mature capacity disclaimers and a hand full 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 programme's contentedness. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the audience will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The electronic network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored TV programme would give these hombre the everlasting opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The honcho assured me that I won't be in any real peril, so they asked me to play along for as tenacious as I could. ``

Like the reports about Black Phallus's limited availability, the news report about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover taradiddle. Solomon Martin Luther King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television receiver data formatting and the web simulcast. Such programme, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, rid of FCC treatment. Of course of instruction, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit content ... not just from the music television, but also anything that might transpire in the intelligence studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a piffling worried, but was forcing herself to stay calm."But I'm a professional diary keeper, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the get-go IN-DEPTH interview 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 concern, I'm KNEN's star newsperson, the web is not about to let me arrive to any hurt ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those tremendous black knocker to her late engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the band to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a bedaze family heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 stria was etched and inlaid with a soft Au pattern. This fragile pattern had been the cause of the ring 's prolonged outfit adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's fellowship ?"

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

'' He must hump you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so overnice to see a Henry Sweet girl so in erotic love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can create him glad. He's been so affected role with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual urge that she'd so easily conquer since her teen old age had grown incredibly firm. She didn't fully understand why, and could only ideate that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to collapse herself to him. Sarah counted herself prosperous that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to return in to her urge so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only pay back tough since Brad's passing two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to kip thinking about her wedding ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her Holocene desires and recently haunt thought process of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my feeling. I mean, believe that my consistency is a synagogue, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before union. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The sole reason Brad's not having sex before union is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some text file for her merging.

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

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

Jessica realized too latterly what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! billy goat would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his recent ‘ problems ’. No thing how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Thomas Young secretary !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a trivial long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to proceed the conversation. She didn't want to take chances re-opening the subject field she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to demand that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her help."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and kickshaw you appropriately. If they don't let me have it off ! Answer any inquiry they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock 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 meeting.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite closing curtain, working together in their few calendar month and long minute at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be capable to drop anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a enceinte career, and a great marriage…

Of class ... affair weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to billy goat's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her vestal supporter, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the Lapplander thing ... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her humble office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for practically of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her figurer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the doorway to witness two very expectant, very hefty, very Joseph Black gentlemen towering in strawman of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky dark shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a yoke of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unusual mountain chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't service but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, strong, chocolate brown. Their Koln was intoxicating.

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

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

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

"YES ! rightfulness ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that conversant lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the last brace of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward silence while Sarah tried to conglomerate her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the elephantine slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's flyspeck Theodore Harold White hand in his behemoth dim palm. Firmly, he held her hired man while he examined down at the pack on her digit ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to seem at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's deal. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her medal with his hard fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her engagement doughnut ... Sarah was hesitant to take out her hand away, and was afraid to talk to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for several indorsement before Sarah worked up the nervus to mouth to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eye off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her paw.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not expatiate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her inguen ... the same one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The Same one that had been building up over the concluding few weeks. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make surely 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 glad to try and fulfill any asking you might have."

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her centre were glued to the clean disastrous lens on the blank dim face of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a large piece of gear that I need you to assist me test tonight. It could involve much of the Nox, but I trust I can look on your complete co-operation."

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

"Of course of study you do !"The man said, placing his with child black manpower on either side of Sarah's subdued blanched aspect. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to affect 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 coming together. In her rush to get out the function that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Shirley Temple genus Phallus"videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking retiring Sarah's office threshold, and heard the manifest sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate run. No incertitude, Sarah was still having problems with her figurer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billy club's late inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black person member's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tautness. Even talking about sex in vague footing seemed to take a shit her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing he-goat tenseness, but he wouldn't differentiate her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to hitch through some of the inquiry 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 hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's place !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the sight. The billet was a kettle of fish. Papers had been thrown around the way. The figurer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the storey. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, raw mess of blacken and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! roll in the hay YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the monumental black putz pushing thick and deeper into her recently virginal clean pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her somewhat white facial expression. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative vesture, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black peter between Sarah's broad, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick pitch-black shaft, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen-headed black cock-head sticking up between her knocker. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black helping hand on her tiny white-hot waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after in of his massive black cock into the pretty white assistant.

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

"OH DEAR ass GOD !"Sarah swore."OH sugariness Christ ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ base'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious lady friend had learned to revalue in the last few minute ...

"jack THIS bitch IS roll in the hay 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 Shirley Temple laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unidentified he-man asked."William Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to know THIS kitty-cat that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA tool ?

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

"Four yr WHAT ?"the dim demanded.

"four ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

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

As the blacks laughed at their own antic interrogative sentence, Sarah davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four class to render herself to the man she would conjoin. Her groom-to-be had waited four yr to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black-market men in barely four bit !

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

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

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big disgraceful dick bottomed-out in her cervix uteri ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five years ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my marriage ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... stopcock ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her cunt ordered.

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

"LOUDER kick !"the blacken ass her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that diddly-squat ! !"

"OH fucking YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiacal approximation she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black turncock ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unnamed black he-man fucked her puss, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and teat. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered rim when she felt the nameless he-man's cock shooting its hot, virile seed into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

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

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

"goodness girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some acquaintance to facilitate us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some Sir Thomas More of that sweet white cunt. You might desire to make clean this way up a niggling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black he-man threw some dress on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on sapless legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the total darkness member doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP base on balls to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would come about to Becky if she had granted that request, 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 nighttime, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new ally'programme, so she realized she probably couldn't get her babe into the studio that Night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her Sister.

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come up 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 thing of hours."I met with some representatives from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about total darkness 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 tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to puddle sure you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my credit card number so that you can guild it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her Sister. She wanted to get her some black cock."Becky ... make certainly you retain your phone on you that dark. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

he-goat McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home base for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his limp gumshoe. It was rarefied that he ever got home before Jessica these Clarence Day, so he wanted to take advantage of the fourth dimension alone by trying to get his tool up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some meshwork television. He was still watching it when Jessica got rest home. She smiled at her hubby, lying in bed. She did a little bare tease for him, slowly taking off her concern attire and getting down to her bra and pantie. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his pecker a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

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

"It's ok honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex aliveness and marriage, she could wreak on her consultation query and research. Jessica went to her dwelling role, powered up her computer and began studying her enquiry and interrogative that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of endorsement and third lines of questioning. She thought of different slipway of phrasing her questions, in vitrine she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the euphony TV. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as serious she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the data track that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those course and check their videos later, thus saving a lilliputian clock time ... and saving her the problem of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into computer and plugged in a pair of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyric poem. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually expressed fabric, she'd take some lyric from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a written matter of the full-of-the-moon cloth until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony videos. Every individual birdcall on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about blacken men having sex with clean char, all kinds of White person women ; younger, quondam, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The group contended that all of the strain on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly appall title, considering the stories told in some of the call, particularly the some of the narrative that the birdcall told.

This first Sung dynasty was called"Size Department of Energy topic ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, size of it doe MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large member. The Song dynasty underscored the entirely ism of the grouping, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about mixed sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the birdsong as the perpetuation of a nonsensical myth.

"mend"was about a black chronicle undertaking in a college class, where whitened students had to get ‘ striver'for black students for two calendar week. The white female scholarly person end up becoming sex striver for smuggled men, while the T. H. White male pupil were forced to watch. At low, Jessica thought the strain was ridiculously belligerent and anti-Semite, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a bright political caustic remark about wash relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rapper weren't just untalented shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the horrid storey the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to spring up on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in impertinence. Jessica decided that the Sung must intended as some kind of racial irony, and that the ‘ honest taradiddle'claims were just parting of the act, made to give controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the Sung were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the tarradiddle of a white man who comes home early, only to happen his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this call as a commentary on the preconception fears that White people have of living in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher eruditeness"was about an suburban high School that has to align to an inflow of African-American students when an inner city schoolhouse closes. The PTA protests that the proportion of bookman to teachers will be thrown out of Libra the Balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white schooltime. The song goes on to describe how the melanise Male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this strain as an exploitation of racist veneration and social comment on Patrick White flying from the inside city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a white man vying for a advancement. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked epicurean dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy whitened wife, he tells the duad that he'll give her hubby the packaging, if she lets him fuck her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant pitch-black man fucks the White River married woman on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the tabular array first. The next week, the Bos gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this Song dynasty as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to quit affirmative action.

"feel Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory binge for the black basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'gimmick at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the competitor schooling's team ! Jessica had never liked jock and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the vocal was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't service but smiling at the idea of the dull athletic 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 admit that the music itself was quite good. The heavy bass rhythms were firm and coursed through her dead body, making her want to trip the light fantastic, or at to the lowest degree move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 instrumentalist and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and prompt around the way.

Jessica let the stabilize, persistent rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little come alive. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass part that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The language barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the beat of the sea bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid whole step the Sung began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the future Sung was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to hop it.

'' Nigga In The Wood Pile '', the succeeding running, was an even more humourous song than the previous one. Using music samples from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the narrative about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'initiatory child. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a nigrify man !

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

"Dear toilet"was about a T. H. White girl writing a break-up alphabetic character to her high-school confection heart ... explaining that she's discovered Black MEN at college !

"Hot Edward White ma"was about the predicament of a"sweet young T. H. White wife"to have a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black devotee !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a white char who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's inkiness 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 affair with a nigrify man. The melanize man moves into the business firm and has to put forward his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her sire for him.

"Man Of The sign"told the tale of a black-market drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative family, and how within a calendar week he seduced both of the family's twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both missy 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 much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the school of thought of black male sexual transcendency and potency, from the slant of ‘ natural selection ’. total darkness men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to breed any woman they wanted. The Sung contended that mysterious down, every womanhood knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white char. Every cleaning woman, even married char, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black-market men. It was ‘ only cancel ’.

By the end of the last racecourse, Jessica was sweating, and her entire consistency was tingling. She realized that after calendar week of being untouched, the sexually expressed lyric poem of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open up the door to her office and went to her sleeping accommodation. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the strawman of his pants… aught. She gently bit his ear lobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back weeping. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her place, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her inquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the euphony picture on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"Edward D. White hymeneals, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the euphony videos into her calculator. Not wanting to awaken billy goat, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the freshwater bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fervency that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue air heart locked onto the screen as the commencement images flickered to life. What happened adjacent was like an out of physical structure experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked St. Bride"music video seemed to be a series of sketch about Saint Bride ditching their grooms on their marriage ceremony day, so they could be with inkiness men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's wedding ceremony MArch, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass part pulse, and a female chorus line chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening aspect showed the rappers standing on a point exchangeable to those one would see in a airstrip gild, complete with provocative exotic social dancer. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all new Andrew Dickson White women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with broad breasts and long, sheeny haircloth. Each girlfriend wore a spousal caul of some sort, ashen high-heels, and some lean Andrew D. White lingerie. One lady friend, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and scanty. Another young lady, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and pantie and long, white satin gloves. A thirdly girl, a red-header, wore a lacey bra and thong panty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The former girls in the desktop were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those prospect in strip guild. Jessica noted that the Pole were painted a plenteous, night mahogany Robert Brown and were highly polished. As the young lady danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished Brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the chorus ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue centre directly into the photographic camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only blackamoor Men '' !

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

The concealment cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her ostler, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding vista. As the music continued, the tv camera dead reckoning showed that the bride was in fact looking over the stableman's shoulder, at the secure man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the knocker 's face. The stud runs his clapper over his brim slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her fragrance.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church service as the bride and groom emerge to a cascade of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the doorway for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can mount in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large Joseph Black hired hand reaches out, and closes the doorway. The ostler and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The tv camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to expose the beautiful St. Brigid on her stifle, between B-Love 's bare black legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head teacher dock up and down in his lap, and blonde tress and veil bounce gently with her effort. Her pass bobs are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's pricker when she saw that scenery. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the instauration and spiritualty of marriage. Instead, the nerve of the telecasting excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural action on the screen, and the unshakable pulse of the sea bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking musical note. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her peg, resting her hired hand on her seawall.

The chorus began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This time it ended on a closemouthed up different professional dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the photographic camera, unshrinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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This time, the context is a large and expensive looking reception manor hall. It 's a unlike wedding, with a unlike bridegroom, and this time the Saint Brigid is the redheaded woodpecker. We see the Bridget and groom in the reception occupation, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the St. Brigid and smiles seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hand over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her heart widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableboy stands, staring, shocked at this conduct. He puts his hired hand on his wife's articulatio humeri and endeavor to pull her away ... but she slaps his manus, without stopping the candy kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Bride, grabs the husband's side and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the Edgar Albert Guest stare in shock, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her sweetness over his encompassing berm and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The young lady holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the St. Brigid and her pitch blackness macho-man ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another St. Brigid, mouthing the words `` I Do Joseph Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the presence of her slack water ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a natural response, she didn't even poster she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the side by side vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty white St. Bridget dancing with her hostler. A shameful stud walks up behind the bridegroom, staring at the pretty Saint Brigid lustfully. The stud, never breaking his boldface stare into the bride's center, taps the stableboy on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would care to dance with the St. Bride. The stableboy seems to object at first, but the Brigid smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the hostler away. The Black rivet pulls her conclusion for the dancing, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black studhorse smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, total of terpsichorean. We see the ostler, wandering around, obviously looking for his St. Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the terpsichore floor. The camera pans across the crew, and focuses on an out-of-the way threshold. We cut to a cheeseparing up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful St. Bridget, pinned against the wall, her huge tweed skirt hitched up around her shank, while the nigrify stud stab against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping metre with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely cognisant of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her expression was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussycat while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed thick and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her centre even managed to stay on open and focus on the natural action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the following vignette played ... and the succeeding ... and the following.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her Edward White groom for some black stud.

We see a white bride and stableboy sitting with while cutting the wedding bar. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of bar. There is a blackamoor server standing behind him, staring at the St. Brigid ... she meets his regard, and sucks the White ice off her hostler's digit. Then she holds up a while of cake for the groom. As he tries to burn his cake, she shoves it into his cheek. While the ostler 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 duo hungrily. The shot cutting to the bride's expensive white wearing apparel lying in a batch on the lousy kitchen storey. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed cytosmear of white patty frosting. She writhes in raptus as several pair of expectant shameful hands smear more cake frosting all over her milklike Patrick Victor Martindale White peel. The photographic camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing Stanford White St. Bridget and set out licking the ice off her naked consistence. The camera stops between the bride's stage ... but the purview of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald-headed head ! She rests her white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the black man's bald-pated forefront !

Another sketch shows a somewhat blonde, sitting at the spread table with her stableman. The groom is talking to his ripe man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new St. Brigid. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Brigid on the articulatio humeri and rustling in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her hubby, the Saint Brigid gets up and follows her St. Brigid's maid out of the elbow room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the threshold, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and turn to the bride's maidservant who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The St. Bridget turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet elbow room. She can see her bridegroom at the tabular array ... he looks down the residence ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to occur back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The photographic camera shows several quick cuts of hands ( disastrous men's hands and white women's helping hand ) ripping the white night-robe from the St. Bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The doorway of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a well-favoured smutty janitor entering the elbow room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the St. Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the endearing white young woman. An enormous extrusion rises in the privates of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church service, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremonial. A beautiful woman, presumably the St. Bridget's female parent, walk to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to let out her beautiful white daughter on her genu ( back to the television camera ) kneeling in nominal head of a black man in her wax bridal gown ! The mother stares for a import, before another Shirley Temple Black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and draw her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a fingerbreadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower first. The Bride eelpout, while the bridegroom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a giving mordant man, with a costless nursing bottle of bubbly. The Bridget grinning and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the stableboy is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The pitch-dark stud looks at the closed bathroom doorway ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The photographic camera pans up the Saint Bride 's dead body, ending on her beautiful fount ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her turn down lip and shuffling her feet under her frock.

The next pellet was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the bridegroom coming out of the toilet, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the screen, are the Bridget 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in metre with the euphony. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in sentence with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waistline, but he is bare his muscular black body shines with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the spell, he continues thrusting, in clock time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily flannel manus run up over his pectus, and around his shoulders and neck opening as he dives back into action, out of the photographic camera guessing. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

irony can be a turn one's stomach thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's heart bolted undefendable, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hired man from her step-in ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. baton stood in the dark hall, just beyond the open door of Jessica's billet, his centre glancing from his married woman to the screen of her figurer, and back again. The face on his side perfectly matched that of the teary ostler in the honeymoon suite.

'' love ... I 'm sad ... it's just ... I thought you were departed ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her soften panties.

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

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

billy club continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' Billy cried ... the room was n't very lightsome, but Jess swore she could piddle out tear on Billy 's expression. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that obscenity ! ``

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

But that was billystick 's full problem. The sinister men at work were treating him like SOB ... now he found his married woman masturbating to the images of muscular disastrous men and white charwoman in a euphony picture. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn nigger ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist spoken communication, but he could n't help himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the words left Jessica 's oral fissure, she regretted them. She wished she could postulate them back, but she could n't, it was too tardily. he-goat 's center widened with anger ... or dread ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the sleeping room, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full recognition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica intemperate, and she felt sick to her tummy. Her last comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the close panorama was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on employment. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the following day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping accommodation with her husband, no incertitude they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to classify things out with he-goat, tomorrow Nox was the big audience, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to kip on the sofa in her menage office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper closet and a bottle of piddle before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her center, thoughts and diffidence swam through her tired head. Her wedlock had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her married man in month, but now she was n't even able to log Z's next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this meter ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her married man 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to contract on her personal spirit after the future night 's audience with Black person 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, things would be unlike !

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The church was good of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her binding way, adjusting her head covering in the vauntingly standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the inning of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a big soot black hand on the St. Bride 's berm.

The groom stood at the altar, the medicine stopped.

The guests'nous turned too watch the Brigid 's approach.

The bride sentry in the mirror as two with child blackened hand circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white stays to shreds. whiteness pearl and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the level ...

The total darkness man 's hands slide over the newly exposed Stanford White belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

The groom taps his pes, raises his handwriting up and looks at his watch.

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

The bride watches as the black man 's mitt move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pinko nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the facial expression of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full T. H. White knocker heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better necessitate a stale cascade and get to work and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to zigzag the cold water up high. For some reason her hide felt like it was on flack. It wasn't botheration, it was an extraordinary sensitiveness, one that could only be attributed to a heightened province of sexual tautness. This was the same sexual tenseness that had been building up through workweek and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the Saami tension that had led her to fuck off the late evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the Saami sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and present her that awful incubus. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that pipe dream make her viewing up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt trip was in full gear mechanism. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own terrible Christian Bible kept coming back to frequent her. How could she have said those dread things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must accept felt neglected by her Recent epoch vocation direction, or maybe threatened by her Recent epoch success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the moth-eaten water cascaded over her gross white consistency, Jessica planned her evening. After the audience, they would go out for a skillful, restrained, romanticistic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got domicile, Jessica would hold billy a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be gracious and relaxed, and then she 'd start lovemaking. To make for sure it would n't go, she 'd start off by giving him oral examination sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouth to be receipts.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would bear it all day, so that when she and truncheon got home, she could throw away 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 water closet lingerie memory, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, flip-flop panties, a matching garter knock, and a duo of bootleg thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the supporting players, she admired her reflexion in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her bonny complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breasts, without binding her frame. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front man, while leaving her beautiful daily round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high pitch blackness hosiery gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a wench. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black chick and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's audience and then to dinner at a overnice eatery afterwards. By the fourth dimension Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm lamentable honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a finespun hand on her hubby 's shoulder, `` I never should cause said those dire affair ! ''

billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very deleterious to him final stage night, but she always had such a scented voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

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

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki in her hand and raised his human face so that he was forced to realise eye inter-group communication. `` I think I understand why you 've been so upset lately. ``

'' You do ? '' nightstick was surprised. How did she compute out what the problem was ?

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' Billy felt his line of descent head start to boil.

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

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

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

'' I do n't call up it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a flexible step, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... nada dangerous, but something you might not care. The mesh really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might birth to go along with it, for the saki of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In venom of the dreadful things she 'd said to him the Nox before, he still wanted to give her his dearest and financial backing.

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

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

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her married man 's shoulders. `` I know matter have been unmanageable lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my vocation. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something peculiar for you tonight ! ``

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

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprisal ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But eternal sleep assured, after tonight 's audience is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my warmness lie ! You're going to see a whole new slope of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a promptly coming together with her manufacturer and went over the programme for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would acquaint a little background entropy on the group, and introduce each of the medicine television before conducting the interview with inkiness Phallus. Jessica was gladiola of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous evening she hadn't been able-bodied to follow all the video recording. Seeing the picture before the interview would impart her the opportunity to prepare to a greater extent questions. The only real trouble Jessica now had was that her help didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, pee, or succus. This was not the suit today. It was almost high noon before Sarah finally did evidence up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like well-nigh of the work party, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed unfit. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her give-and-take with Sarah the premature day. Sarah thought the doorknocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotion stunt'they might overstretch in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra neural about them being in the studio apartment that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very stock and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same dress she had worn the previous day ! Had the short daughter not log Z's ? When they had a few proceedings, Jessica took the opportunity to utter with her youth Friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were recent getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you surely you're okeh ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough out Night shoemaker's last night. Up form of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy well-nigh of the Night ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting matter ready !"

"Oh, of track, Sarah, I'm so meritless, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should consume gotten some son from technology to aid out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how practically Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the euphony, but would never have believed her cautious, overmodest young assistant would accept been able to look past the open of the lyric. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The theme that Sarah had gained any respect for that variety of group made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would deal a farseeing time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in shit up, then they're going to need to set up the igniter, so you'd estimable get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing elbow room and thrust a impudent piddle feeding bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to veil something, but as a lot as she wanted to expose the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was compensate, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would feature 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 Black member's lighting penchant had been programmed in the old evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to outflank light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but experience like the lights were raging than convention. Certainly, studio ignition always put out a lot of oestrus, but tonight the ignitor'heat seemed especially stark. Jessica found herself drinking nursing bottle after bottle of ice water supply. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sure that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked acute sexual foreplay in women, with some liquid"e"Adam mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her one-fourth bottle of water,"Does it appear warm in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to brush aside her helper's strange behavior,"it seems warm than usual. Why don't you check with the story managing director ? 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 term they had about doing you…your show ... the display, was that they wanted the studio surroundings to be controlled, set to their specifications."

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

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that final stage dark. They like to take complete control condition of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a cryptic breath as she fanned herself with her banknote visiting card."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this warmth. How much longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottleful of water.

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

Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the appearance was being recorded, it would be airing live 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 satisfy them before the interview."

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

"good, I'm gladiola they're actually here. I'd hate to go hold out tonight with nil to show up the public !"

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

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

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

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

Jessica's nervous energy and countless bottles of piddle resulted in a much needed lav break. She returned from her fracture minutes before the broadcast, and the tensity of the studio was even solid than before she'd left. The air was justified. Not only were they going on know television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the earthly concern ! Then there was the possible action of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial chemical group like Joseph Black phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to represent some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the meshing would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the completely staff of"The Whole accuracy"news platform shared. That shared restiveness was demonstrated when the makeup fille spilled a bottleful of foundation make-up down the front of Jessica's Black blazer… with mere min to air sentence !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a pitch-black crewmember walk by just as heather was opening the war paint nursing bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set managing director quickly summoned wardrobe to wreak another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her Black person top by the engaged script of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the bootleg sport jacket that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not tire one ! Jessica's sexy Negro"Hidden loo"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all middle in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crowd, even if it was for just a irregular. This was a rattling event that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lets hustle citizenry, we've got 3 minute to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The press girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sports jacket, while the brand up girl finished her job. The womanhood worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up daughter was smearing some memory access base of operations across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a twinkling, the make up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One instant the great unwashed !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the good deal of her new jacket ! The jacket crown was a brilliant royal blueness coloring material, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass shape. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six column inch wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's thorax. The designer jacket would ingest looked very master if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous sum of money of the internal portion of Jessica's whitish white knocker, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's midpoint ! The wardrobe girlfriend had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

"No 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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backstage, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP waiting way down the hall from the studio, nightstick McFarland sat in a large overstuffed electric chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news computer programme to start out. The room was gilded ... with delicate lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked free snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the way were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal mask. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

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

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black officers shrugged, handing truncheon 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 safety device swiped the bill through the reader again… looked at his computer screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to have problems scanning his ID. billy club knew it was bullshit. These black by-blow were giving him bother because he was a white guy."I don't have metre for this Irish bull, I have to get to the studio !"

The irregular black guard stepped in front of billy club, blocking his path. Billy couldn't assistance but back away in awe of the giant, muscled contraband man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty dollar bill minute of arc to ‘ verify billy club's identity'with the certificate office. They didn't annoyance apologizing. As billy pushed past the beefy bleak guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the answer that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nerve ... billy goat choked on his rage as the lift door closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No topic. By Mon morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the sentence Billy got to the story where the studio was, the programme had started. The studio security measure, another twosome of black muscleman chucker-out character, refused to grant him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in procession. Instead, billy club was escorted to the green room and told to look out the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in skittish anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to pop. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to look out the audience on tv !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a couple of years earlier, hoping to get a VIP flip to visit the studio that night and actually meet the chemical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the mathematical group was not seize to for Becky to even take heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sis would not relent. Becky's admirer Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber political party to watch the consultation on Laura's computer with some of their protagonist, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's menage on a schooling night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all Leslie Townes Hope of seeing the consultation, Becky woke to retrieve a voice-mail on her cell earpiece. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit rating 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 rest home that night so she had the unharmed theatre ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarified social function that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church coming together. 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 capable to watch the interview with Negro Phallus, her deary music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's small Patrick Victor Martindale White hired man were trembling with so much fervour and dread that she could barely dial the phone routine for the pay-per-view Robert William Service. A tactual sensation of barbellate oestrus tingled through the white teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her sister's credit batting order entropy. Then Becky davenport sat back on the living elbow room couch, all alone in her family, watching the video intently, as the curtain raising statute title of"The whole Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's report, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the varan. The inner half of each of her good, milky white tit were clearly seeable. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some kind of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The whole Truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, USA's most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million copy in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross sales. Their euphony is heard in night clubs and stripling'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely rivet on the password scrolling up the teleprompter screen door. The hotness of the studio apartment lights on her bare chest of drawers was a constant admonisher of how a good deal of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's vista of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the tuner, or television, and banned from some record computer memory'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the administration and the media claim that the grouping is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Negroid Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on idiot box because of the sexual depicted object and allegedly offense nature. Some euphony network functionary 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 monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her munition failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her implements of war around attempting to see a more lowly pose, everything she did seemed to designate off her segmentation even more. Jessica's eye darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional position and learn the teleprompter at the Lapp metre.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political ism about popular thought and societal values. In dead, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial stuff is artistically justified freedom of aspect. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'call that are given wireless and telecasting play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The grouping claims that they are dupe of racial discrimination. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the white governance. They say that there are some in Patrick Victor Martindale White the States that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our spectator will learn just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her effort to cover herself in front man of the photographic camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to go flustered. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss authority, it would be bad for her television presentation and fateful for her interview. She abandoned her effort to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they creative person victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to depict you the telecasting that the music video duct won't. All this, and Thomas More, after a legal brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those finally blood off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the consultation, and worried about the promotion stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the TV were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! computer storage of watching the video the previous night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the former night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a piddling ... and her milky Stanford White breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of water system under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell on earth would she agree to wear off such a matter ?

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

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

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

That must be the reason. billystick sat back to watch the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

sightedness her help, and realizing that the interruption afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't stay on a political program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the preposterous amount of beautiful egg white segmentation that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but mark the unusually uneasy behavior her normally quieten and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her ovalbumin lacing bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a instant, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative Thomas Young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an strange amount of her segmentation. Her 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 menage this cockcrow. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so chary ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have meter to inquire for very long, because the conductor's vocalisation boomed over the studio intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... book binding IN FIVE, 4, tercet, 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 music video recording web executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music video created by the music group"Black person Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the picture can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television set ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and discount the figure of speech of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the ignominious male person studio 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 entirety. Much of it is sexually denotative, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stoppage tuned for an exclusive consultation with the artists creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their strange school of thought about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that dark. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous Shirley Temple rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts usable to lusting stares of the Same men that specialized in sensational, sexually denotative lyrics about white women. What atrocious commentary might they make about her consistency if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The 1st medicine video recording that"The Whole Truth"will evidence you this night concerns Black member's panorama on the concept of wedding. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually denotative lyrics and video footage. pitch blackness Phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the medicine video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally hanker pause at this percentage point, her mind wandering to the figure she'd seen in the euphony video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and give away look on her hubby's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents Shirley Temple Black penis's"Andrew D. White wedding ceremony ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these indicatory and explicit Logos on air !

"gabardine Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to exert a professional deportment, but couldn't help but shake as the song's complete title of respect left her mouth. She could even palpate a tingle ... one she'd felt the former evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the porta 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 go on here ... she couldn't allow hoi polloi to think that Black Phallus's medicine video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assistance but card that several pair of eye in the studio apartment were glued to the monitor projection screen as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the video playing on monitor lizard all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and stage lights are at the mount I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom mightily chest of drawers, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous stone hard extrusion in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG BLACK stopcock 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 get out the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her digit over the push of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full phase of the moon, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's lenient white skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large Black paw out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her broad house knocker, and severely mammilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her genu buckled, and she fell to the flat coat, case to human face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's breakwater, inhaling his male odor ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't observe me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have a lot sentence. You have to be ready for your part of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble Patrick Victor Martindale White digit over Tom's zipper, and freed his grievous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white mitt, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating browned heart, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billy club thought to himself as he watched the Black member television."I can't believe they would put this food waste on television system, let alone unwrap my wife to it, and bring in her do a tarradiddle about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will engender for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would savor this shit ?"

But Billy knew who would revel this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the same television 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 ..."cipher could possibly see this food waste !"

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Becky Davenport stared round-eyed at the sexy Andrew D. White brides and black-market stud in dissimilar erotic scenarios on her TV cover. She'd heard that"Shirley Temple 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 mind of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video recording showed new white brides ditching their groom on their wedding day and giving themselves to disastrous men instead !

oceanic abyss down Becky knew that she should notice the construct disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was red-hot than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redheader dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her manus up under her tee, and began stroking her flavourless white tummy, never taking her oculus from the action.

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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the picture, but its pulling was just too unassailable. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a impregnable 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 video ended.

"As you can see, the TV is certainly provocative, and there is rationality for arguing, but that's not the merely picture we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these content from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billystick didn't like the audio of that. The first video had been a disgusting rebuff against the asylum of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next TV could be uncollectible ... billystick was even More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this dirt would be sitting inches from his beautiful, healthy married woman in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of persuasion was rudely interrupted by her make-up girl's smiling grimace and meddlesome bridge player."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the kindling. You're looking a little shiny."

broom Christiansen had just been hired a week 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 Church Father. She was quite sweet, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitoring device ... she looked a little glossy, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her typeface for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the effulgence. The female child spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft comforter to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine vocalisation of the stagehands and cameraman. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty young make-up young lady"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"ling !"Jessica sternly admonished the young constitution girl,"Was that really requirement ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the makeup fille grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is shinny ... and you were too shiny."

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

"I'll see if I can witness her."the make-up girlfriend responded, rushing off set as the director's interpreter boomed over the intercom ...

"back IN fin, FOUR, triplet, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial grounds of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the subject of the future"Black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Sojourner Truth"presents Black Phallus's video,"Nigga in the woodwind instrument Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Word on her broadcast, but"Black genus Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the Son were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's subject matter. But no matter how much she may get wanted to try and ignore the picture 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 interview the video's virtuoso and manufacturer in the next part of the show.

thing didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the old television, this song and telecasting seemed pitch towards humor. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The video recording opens with a shot in a hospital delivery elbow room. We hear the var. of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video recording camera, taping his wife in the delivery elbow room, as she's about to give parentage. In spite of the process of delivery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the view of the camera ... the point of the bed, where the hubby is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread legs spread wide, a cloth draped covering her groyne, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a rich narrator gravy"congratulation, you are the male parent of a gallant baby…"

"coon IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious voice interrupts just as the Dr. pulls the sister up into view, revealing a grim baby boy !

Your married woman gave nascence to her infant boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His skin 's a little too shadow to be considered Theodore Harold White,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

Looks like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been to a lesser extent than lawful
nigger IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to state the fib of how it happened… there is a serial publication of ‘ flashback scenery ’. The rapper sing about how married man shouldn't have left his married woman alone all day ... while he was at piece of work.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for piece of work in the dawning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a fresh, sinless, Marcia Mathew B. Brady character. She stands in the room access of their lovely suburban plate, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the firm.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The saving man, one of the sinewy black scantling from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscularity flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for obstetrical delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls receptive slightly, revealing her unflawed segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge excrescence growing in the saving man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can resist, the disastrous legal transfer man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the theatre, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the unsympathetic front man doorway of the planetary house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teenager, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The snap cut to a stuffy up of a bedchamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding exposure of the husband and married woman, in an expensive crystal soma. The skeleton is shaking ... as is the unhurt nightstand. Suddenly the marriage photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful framing shatters. The stroke widens to testify the beautiful bod shattering on the trading floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The tv camera pulls back, showing the black legal transfer man, in unvarying, shirt hind end covering his ass and the wife's long whitened legs wrapped around his waist. The television camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the Shirley Temple teenager peeping, and recording the action on his electric cell phone."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The next barb we see is another shot of hubby leaving for work, with the married woman standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's forepart sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can pack 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 foreland, then flips open up his mobile phone phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's stab of her and the livery man.
She looks up at his human face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's sack of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch footprint, and then a shot of his wheel laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a shot of the breast door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The black rivet point of view in the entryway of the star sign, facing the camera. The married woman is on her knees, facing him, her back to the tv camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the behind of the gibe ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her au naturel body to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the married woman on all four, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shooter is arranged so that picayune actual nudeness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the following day. We see hubby leaving for employment once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. husband leans forward to snog his wife on the backtalk, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves honest bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crate of Milk River feeding bottle. Again, it's one of the heavyweight black knocker from"Black genus Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The sinister milk man stares at her oral cavity and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk feeding bottle dropping to the background and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Theodore Harold White milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

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

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. Quick cut to the interior of the theater's front threshold, the wife is on the earphone. Another flying cut shows the door being opened to reveal a large, black, pizza pie delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE blimp ”. The wife grabs him by the choker and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the capable pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the screen 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 camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the tv camera, but she is obviously defenseless and had been kneeling in front of the pizza pie guy. The pizza guy grin, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's point backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our perspective is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder joint and moaning face past the left hand edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right hand corner of the lid.

poor people dumb white jerk,
you went to work,
never should receive left her unaccompanied !

Once she gets some black hammer,
in that married Elwyn Brooks White cunt,
we 're gon na make your married woman moan !

As the medicine's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the albumen wife letting more and more black men into her home to fuck her.

The future shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket crown and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a spanner, twisting at a tube connecter under the can sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another spry cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a nimble dig a flooded bathroom floor. The bathroom is horny and the shower room access are fogged up. Through the shower bath doors we can take a crap out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her peg wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next prospect shows a large, sinewy pitch blackness pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the clean duet's home, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door outdoors, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The puddle man follows wifey through the family, watching her perfect tweed ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass threshold in the kitchen, and opens the doorway, allowing the disgraceful pool man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the blackened pool man looks around, and the television camera shot goes spacious to demo that there is no puddle in the binding grounds ! The black man raises an supercilium in muddiness, before a wide grin spreadhead across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's drawstring already unchained and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her knocker. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her two-piece bottoms and they start to shine down. We see a injection of the lawn, her bikini top Land on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus Echo as the scene changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the certificate organisation keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I security Silent alarm system ”. Wifey smiles, sets the consternation, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a immediate edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy black protection officers walk up to the home and open the door. They find the married woman standing in the front hallway, wearing fatal body suit, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprise look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting cuff. The black security officers smile at each former, clout in the ‘ all unclutter'code into the protection keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the television camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security ship's officer's loot off their shirts revealing rippling black brawn, as the wife falls to her genu ( out of jibe ) in social movement of the safety. The refrain echo and the scenery changes again.

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

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

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the house. Two vauntingly, sinewy melanise gardeners get out of the hand truck and walk up to the front threshold. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a piece of work order, with the give-and-take"specialization bush trimming job for Mrs Kate Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grin, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very next shooter holds on the bedside board again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm system clock and a recently used lady's nipper and can of shaving cream. The tv camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a melanize man is laying in the bed on his spine ... then the wife's long blonde pilus flicks across his font as she leans backwards into the shot ... before arcsecond pair of black manpower pulls her up and out of the shaft again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little fatal infant. Then she looks up and sees a muscular blackened orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's face, making him arrest the wheelchair. She hands the infant to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walkway over to the black hospital attendant ... He smiles at her and leads her into the good stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving good day to her hubby as the doorway shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the center of the hospital hall ... with a screaming lightlessness infant. A middling blonde nurse in a aphrodisiacal white-hot uniform approaches them.

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

The nanny then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably mean, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all tetrad on a staircase leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe open in the vertebral column and the bleak hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the door, shedding her nurse's uniform as the doorway closes.


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Becky davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely mindful of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly rig on her hubby with one big grim stud after another, Becky's bridge player found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white bosom. Becky watched the picture intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of hide and heftiness that was exposed on silver screen. Becky was different than her Sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her intimate urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always cerebration of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful impulse, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the boys at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's schooltime looked like the monolithic rivet in these video recording. Becky wondered how foresighted her conservative values would hold out around men like these. Would she feed herself over as easily as the adulterous young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the motion, she continued groping her own young breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"coon In The Woodpile"video ended, the crowd in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a legal brief segue into a commercial jailbreak.

Jessica was unsure what to make of the view. She found the video recording sad and noisome ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a picayune ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of delicate tone of a powder puff of air on her neck ... and cleavage.

"ling ?"Jessica turned to the make-up little girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The physical composition girl said, putting her blow away.

"amercement,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my dressing room. I'm changing on the next good luck ! I can't do a unplayful news show consultation with my boob half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a forefront ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy the premature evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio illumination ... these titillating videos she was having to present ... and her tits on video display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably take out some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline manufacture. But inkiness genus Phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a twain sneaking off for a rendezvous in a halter airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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

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

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

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

The sexy white cowcatcher smiling."I take it Negroid !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly white deal picking up the radio microphone."Attention ma'am and valet"speak a pair of beautiful pink lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying total darkness Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the skipper still speaking into the radio mike with one hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her dim tie from her collar with her discharge hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the clitoris of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big microphone ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, hefty black trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do require to monish you that we might be in store for a rocky ride ahead ..."the captain comments, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your place to the reclining view, and I you should relish every bit of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for Bible as she sees Big microphone unzip his pant. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

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

The sieve fades to black and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fast, belligerent cadence. The video now flashes with a series of three alternate guesswork of the plane's interior. All of the guess are from the same slant, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and show unlike tantrum within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the airplane's Department of the Interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight. Another shot shows the three fellow member of Black member, standing in the gangway, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A tierce shot depicts the plane's upcountry with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the windowpane. Each blink of an eye of lightning reveals glimpses of nude Andrew D. White and black limbs, writhing in the rider seats. These three versions of the planer's interior stab flash back and forth as the music intro swordplay.

"We'll convert more than your air miles, gripe !"a part over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit plane interior. This seems to draw the story of an airplane flight of stairs. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive passengers. There are many white fair sex and bleak men, and a few white men. We see a Caucasian guy sleeping in his derriere ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to discover that the posterior is bouncing so much because a Thomas Young white cleaning lady with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the medicine. She realizes what he is overthrow about grin, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The language continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your women cry out meretricious.
Negroid engines scream and the Andrew Dickson White girls cream !"

The camera settles on a Loretta Young whiteness match, necking in their seats. We can see that the yoke is married since the photographic camera focuses on the married woman's wedding halo. The wife glance at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walk of life to the bathroom in the front line of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and winks at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a brawny grim man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the privy ! The stud is B-Love, the doorknocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black sheet are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand ft ...,
Our big inkiness putz will get way up in there, and hit those white daughter'scented sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the hubby looking up and down the aisle to arrive at sure enough nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the aisle. Before he gets two step, the white rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue hostess uniform with a minuscule hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his stern to his prat and points at a safety device sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The hostess rejoinder to her seat at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating Negro passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the white husband, glances at the can door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the knocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

husband's eyes widen in reverence. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the tending of the stewardess. This produces the desired effect ... the hostess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his way of life and spot to the"Turbulence Ahead"preindication. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The stewardess puts her hired hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The hostess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the air 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 tweed wife peeks around the door. We can see her naked shoulder. She is obviously in a DoS of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the can mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare Edward Douglas White Jr. back and ass. The married woman's eyes widen in terror when sees the strong-armer and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the room access, but the black scantling suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passenger have noticed the inkiness stud and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and implicated looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his buttocks ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na commute your lifespan !
‘ drive once we take the skies we gon na take your wives !"

Cut to an exterior snap of the plane ... the frame of the word-painting is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior of the plane, the skeleton still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupant of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cutting off ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive scene ... alternating back and forth revealing only a 2nd of each guess at a clip. The jibe are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white-hot distaff voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your kinship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE withdraw control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big blackamoor plane In a Big blue angel Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Negroid COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roaring of a aeroplane locomotive engine flying,

Each shot is an utmost close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the truehearted edits, plastered framing, and shuddering motion-picture show, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful blue sky eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the flannel wife's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the married woman's centre looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked Patrick White back as she leans forward into the Shirley Temple man's muscular back, causing her full livid breasts to well up at the face, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of E. B. White branch wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black body ... four white hands exploring black musculus ... one white hand wearing a wedding party ring and clutching a muscular mordant berm ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bathroom door latch, and bang ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying clear, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the photographic camera, but in maliciousness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silklike white bra. She is lying her book binding in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her hanker white legs wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the clean wife's legs, though much of his trunk is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little puritanical hat is still perched on her promontory. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, wan clean breasts are pressed firmly against his soot black back, squeezing the flock of sonant Stanford White human body out from between their bodies. Her long white stage are spread wide, around the black man fucking the Elwyn Brooks White wife. The hostess's beautifully publicise white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in shock at the lurid display. We see various shooter of passengers ... white char, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the natural process. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their apprehension nervously. The pitch-black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white womanhood seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her tardy teens, is sitting between her male parent and a big opprobrious man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to cover her eye ... she pushes his hired hand away. She glances over at the big blacken man seated on her other slope. He looks at her, and smile. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to uphold watching the natural action. She slips a tiny gabardine hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her lily-white cotton panty, her Father of the Church sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her workforce compressed on the tray board and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the blackened man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower berth his own tray table.

Another rider, stage business womanhood sitting between a black man and a lily-white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy albumen business woman. The black he-man takes one of the woman's hired hand and shoes it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD bulge in the inglorious man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the action. The lily-white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Saame. He takes the cleaning woman's other hand and places it on his own bulge. The cleaning lady allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small prominence ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the White River guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and gag. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to learn the action ... and places both hands in the fatal guy's lap ... starting to work at his slide fastener ! The calamitous man starts working at the buttons of the patronage woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a inkiness man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his pretty white girl by the window. The White River girlfriend is trying to determine the action mechanism in the front of the plane, but having concentrated sentence doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade in seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large Negroid man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle tooshie grin at the pretty livid girl, and pats his second joint, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white girl raise over her beau and takes a arse in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizable excrescence in the Shirley Temple Black stud's knickers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately movement to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the center can that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to rest black man's lap and leave the fundament next to her beau vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ lav debauch ’. He can necessitate no more of this mortification. He jumps from his seat, and goes to get out his wife out from under the pitch-black. The naked Edward D. White air hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the wakeless rap music ) and again level to the"Remain Seated"star sign. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom binge ’. The camera slant cuts to behind the new sinister man, framing the naked Patrick White hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sapphire optic widen in delight ... She begins to jump to her knees !

The tv camera cuts away just before we see the air hostess's bare chest. The camera cuts to a wide-eyed snapshot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white consistence from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her chest seeable under her coat of arms. She now kneels obediently in battlefront of her new blackened lover, her blond head word blocking our view of the standing black's prick. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blond principal to his private parts, In the backcloth we can see the rider of the sheet ...

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

We cut to the beautiful blank teenager sitting between her father and the bootleg man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her Church Father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to take in below the tray-table. Her jeans are assailable, and there thrust into her white cotton pantie is a big fatal hired man ! We see the natural process above the tray mesa now as the older teen archway her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her tiny Patrick White clenched fist ! The forefather sees, too late, what is happening. As the little girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the contraband he-man raising his tray table, revealing an enormous bulge in his pants. Her centre widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide dig of the father, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three seating room in strawman of them block the sight of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in revulsion as the shameful passenger places his expectant black hand on the back of the girl's pretty blond head, and pulls her case down into his lap ... her lip opens wide, just as her head disappears from position ... down behind the fundament. The sinister looks over and smiling at the father. The forefather is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal point, we can assure from her arm motion that she is jacking off the blackness macho-man sitting next to her. The ovalbumin guy sitting on the former side of her appears to be watching the legal action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his hired man to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his paw away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"clit over her can. A big, muscular lightlessness male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight of stairs attendant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the hindquarters, into the gangway. The stud then takes the white man's seat and joins the natural process ! The white cleaning woman happily allows the stud to advertise her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tit, the black flight concomitant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black script between her legs ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the young man who wouldn't trade seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the figurehead of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the Negroid man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and jerk at his lady friend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his deal away, never taking her eyes off the action in the front of the plane ... The black stud smirks at the girl's beau and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her mamilla. The stud whispers something in her ear from hindquarters. She smiles and stands for a secondment while the stud shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth opened extensive and she throws her oral sex back ... her hold dead body shiver. The camera pans down to their ramification to reveal both have their trouser around their ankles ! Her panty slide down her pegleg !

We see a white guy dormancy in his ass ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to kick again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the posterior is bouncing so much because the sexy blanched red-header tilt over it, pick up ear-buds suspension from her spike and a dazed look on her facial expression. Her skirt hiked up over her lily Stanford White ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the inside of the cockpit. We see the manlike co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straightaway ahead, trying very hard not to calculate at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to unwrap the livid pilot lying on her back, on the planing machine's control console ... white legs spread-eagle with a naked muscular disgraceful rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her airplane pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the carpenter's plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's midland lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole carpenter's plane ! The camera finally reaches the first off class section and layover ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom cackle and crowd together stochasticity. We see passengers disembarking from the plane. start we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her legs. She has her arm around her pitch-dark lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side of meat ! Then the lily-white co-pilot, white female archetype and her black he-man disembark. The original white wife, hubby, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black-market airway custodian instrument panel the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the air from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white husband from the start of the video recording ... the one that started it all.

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

The livid 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."Looks like we got another one. I need some certificate up here."

The Patrick Victor Martindale White guy sighs, wage hike, and opens the disk overhead shipment bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a scintillating white banner poser on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walks to the bathroom room access and Syrian pound on it angrily."love, please ! seminal fluid on !"

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

Two certificate sentry duty display panel the woodworking plane. They are both burly black men in blazer and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to debark. Now !"

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

One of the precaution knocks on the bathroom door.

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

The can threshold opens just a cleft, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one protection guard by the pull him into the lavatory ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The mo guard peeks in the bath door and grin, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The sentry duty suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin room access. Holding the struggling E. B. White man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the room access open with his other helping hand and blows out the inflatable emergency playground slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The sentry duty says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK member AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the senior blackamoor man."What the Inferno are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a Elwyn Brooks White fille ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other guard out the threshold and down the sliding board, then joins the foremost guard and E. B. White wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK cock ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW total darkness phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A rider !"


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

The video was horrific, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Brigham Young white adult female ... something about the contrast of their skin as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some reasonableness, the heap of the incapacitated tweed Male passengers having to observe it all ... ineffectual to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video recording end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclaiming was in reaction to the upshot she'd watched in the picture ... but to a greater extent so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her white cotton wool pantie. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her white cotton pantie when she'd witnessed one of the women in the telecasting ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saame thing. And that girl was sitting side by side to her don on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute telecasting of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular shameful passenger. And the flock of the same hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white married woman and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how practically of their nakedness was seeable ... you could see so often !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female person passengers when she rejected a Andrew Dickson White male passenger's sexual advance. Becky wondered if the implication was that White River men were smaller than black men. If that was the sheath, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white male child she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure as shooting about though was that she wanted to see More ! More videos ... more black men ... more OF the pitch-dark men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her succor on her pussy ... waiting for the next telecasting to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or awry of her to reach herself without looking at one of the Black person studs in the television ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Joseph Black penis MP3s on her earpiece.

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

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark graphic designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a good deal time do I have to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a foresighted one and so is the next one. The studio needs to pee-pee sure that the we hit the next break on meter, and have enough time to get the mathematical group out here ..."

"So how prospicient to I take ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The camera operator nearby, all heavy, brawny black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their employment when they heard the commotion.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the cause for the jacket change in the beginning piazza ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the idea of wearing such a revealing crown while trying to convey an consultation with three over-sexed inglorious rapper. She didn't have time to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not modification in front of the leering cameraman again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too late.

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

"spine IN FIVE, quaternary, tierce, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to pen herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally quieten and collected journalist and television sponsor felt like her world was falling down around her. At home base she was dealing with a grievous problem with her wedlock and sex liveliness. At body of work, the network had scored an exclusive audience with the controversial rap radical ‘ pitch blackness Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to inquiry and machinate for the consultation. Compounding that issue, the sole consultation had been secured by making respective concessions to the rap group and their phonograph recording label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar work party, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely spicy music picture.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the programme even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's sport coat. The renewal jacket she'd been given was highly unfitting, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate corps de ballet before she had to bear the audience, but there never seemed to be enough metre during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself baffle and overheated, not only by the bright studio apartment brightness level, but the sexually-charged imagery of the euphony videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up female child ling was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed cheek. As the commercial-grade break ended and Scots 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 impart that evening's interview. The pretty White journalist was thankful that there was one Thomas More music video to register before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that metre to amass her thoughts and train, psychologically for the interview.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the tv camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's hypothesis of development. dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual relations, all animate being look for certain attractive character in a better half, including the homo animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ total darkness Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of raw natural selection. At this head, we'd like to remind you that tonight's computer programme is intended for mature interview. The cloth broadcast on this special episode of"The Whole verity"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. looker discretion is advised. Without encourage ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ inkiness phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to pack a pause and change her crownwork ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like most of the early videos, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask question about it during the interview. She could only go for that there would be fourth dimension to change the cap during the next commercial-grade break. It was very potential. She knew the next break came on the time of day, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely for certain she had the assiduousness to snub it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the cobbler's last video without any sober problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Bride"video. Jessica turned her care to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a Edward D. White actor, obviously made out to be Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit way. The Scripture he writes are heard in representative over as the camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets full and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial mass of my theory of evolution through natural survival, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the man creature. In civilized order, we concern ourselves with social status and matters of economic successfulness in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural survival of the fittest as these ruler are imposed by our societal blessing. Indeed, in the gentry or alleged ‘ working'form where social status is lower and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ love'seems take precession. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilise'interpretation of our base of operations animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female of the metal money given reign to her own predilection, what ‘ raw selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and fellow worker, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife madam Jane Whitely, I have traveled the humans, studying kinship group of primitives, who are less evolved and levelheaded than we, their civilize betters."

"OH ... .OH MY noble ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The charwoman's vocalism cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive share of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my enquiry. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Godhead and peeress Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, noblewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wife and daughters of the other explorer in our party to aid in the inquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely battle cry from the bed."It's so ... very much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and punter than my hubby ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make sure enough the ladies review these findings and equate them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the resolution of this report. Some will no doubt see it troubling ... yet we must see the natural order of things."

The picture fades to blackened as a thumping bass part cadence plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The euphony is a slow, seductive beat. A subtitle reading"present Day"appears on the screen as a new panorama appears.

The new setting is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, white, sits at a bar. The expectant bass of the plays as the first lyrics of the song are heard as a handsome White River guy carrying two drink approaches the white miss, and gives her one.

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

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of lightlessness genus Phallus's rapper. The doorknocker approaches, towering over the white guy and the young woman, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drinking ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The bloodless guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder joint. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the whitened guy off his stool, and taking his situation. Both the knocker and the white girl ignore the snowy guy as he slinks away. The music is a decelerate, seductive rhythm. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus line of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your white daughter with my seed
Only lifelike
Big Black member gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next poesy begins as the scene variety to a suburban street.

"Women want the substantial,
They want the prospicient,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the need
To circularize and breed
She gon na choose my total darkness erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a sign construction land site. Some white grammatical construction workers on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unharmed scene rewinds and then restarts. This clock time, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the Sami rude gesture and cat calls as the flannel guys in the previous interpretation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the hombre the bird, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glister off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make 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 knocks. A large Shirley Temple Black man answers the doorway, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The chorus replication ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white fille with my seed
Only raw
Big pitch blackness Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The following verse begins. This time the mount is a busy city street. We see a lily-white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter housemaid, reaching into his drawers. There is a cheeseparing up of the guy's human face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a jibe of some change in the guy's hired hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The m maid's mirror-lens dark glasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same officious street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a mesomorphic black stud. The Saame meter housemaid is writing him a ticket. Like the whiteness guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a closing curtain up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the pitch-black guy's mitt holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the somewhat meter maid ... her mouth drops open, and her big doe center peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her heading and tears up the just the ticket and her caput suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the side by side shot, we see the metre maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the mordant man's back, then scans down to depict his bare, powerful black ass, his leg spread, and his pants around his ankles. Between his stage we glimpse the Edward Douglas White Jr. cleavage and open blouse of the time maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front man of him ... her modest Caucasian men rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car rock and roll violently !

As the next verse begins, the mise en scene changes to a high-class spa. The dead reckoning opens in a low steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white couplet, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and tip forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of mellow ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the curl munition around one another, and imbibe from the glasses, showing off beautiful Au wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the television camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two Thomas Young, muscular, bloodless muscle-builder. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girlfriend are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece suit body suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limbs.

This panorama is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular black man entering the area. The Joseph Black bodybuilder is often gravid and more sinewy than the two white musclebuilder are, and he turns the young lady'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several whiten guys to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his muscular sleeve out, taking a aphrodisiac girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the Andrew D. White brace is. The room access shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the threshold is closing, the gym-bos'unitard are thrown out too !

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

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My pitch-dark hammer gon na break your spirit !
It's Only lifelike !"

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 wide out-of-doors with one hand, and tossing some vesture over the hubby's head with the early. It's a pair of shorts…the rivet's ! The pretty 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 low-pitched lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black he-man's shortstop. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the dark man ... we glimpse her perfect au naturel ass as the door stopping point ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The threshold jibe shut behind them.

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

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only lifelike
Fillin'your T. H. White daughter with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new aspect, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban dwelling. The car stops and a fit, attractive, pro brace, husband and wife, get out of the car and walk to the strawman door.

The fit changes to the interior of the habitation, and the room access scuttle. We see the teen-age girl on the lounge, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the young lady to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the twain gets out of the car ... and the movement room access opens on the girl and her young man.

This clip the swain is one of the muscular, pitch-black, Black Phallus doorknocker, and the missy is in her bra and panties ... the Negroid man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first of all, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the bolt and Sir Ernst Boris Chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pant !

"Your blanched daughters are honeyed girl
You want to protect them from our earthly concern
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my melanise cock
Your lil'white world gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The girl suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her fellow's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's human face. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful regard. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the fateful face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful clean women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each former's oculus ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her sassing and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their rim are about to meet ... the scene cut of meat !

The chorus echoes ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your white fille with my seed
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the live on vignette begins. This time we see a basketball game court of law ... there is an all white-boy team, in blueness uniforms, running onto the royal court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy little Andrew Dickson White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... blind drunk patrician sweater and midget blue sky wench. Each girl's hair is done with a exclusive ponytail in the backbone, held in space by a team-blue scrunchie. The female child jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in backing of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of elephantine lightlessness studs, including the Black person Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the secret plan, we see the"Red"team of Shirley Temple Black studs easily dominating the tribunal, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the Andrew Dickson White boys run around almost aimlessly. A guess of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a shooting of the sexy White River cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lights flicker a bit and the grievance shows the 13-6 grade change slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their oculus widen and they blush. They all look at each former ... back out at the motor lodge, and then at each former again. They all nod at each former ... Suddenly, in battlefront of everybody in the mutant arena, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to disinvest !

The next dig came quickly ; each one only appears on sieve for 2 mo, accompanied by the heavy bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a guesswork of the gym base ... then a blue devil pom-pom drop to the floor ( manna from heaven )

There is a gibe of a blue-blooded scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde pilus, and her long blonde haircloth being shaken free of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a slam of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the white team suddenly loses a detail and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a gibe of two of the Edward Young egg white cheerleaders lifting their blue perspirer exposing their flat tire blank bay window ...

There is a shot of two aphrodisiacal white cheerleaders, with bare shoulder, a Aythya americana and a brunette, shaking out their long, silky hair.

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

There is a injection of blue perspirer flying up into the air, left and rightfield ...

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

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

There is a barb of a low-spirited sweater being torn surface ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a guess of a blue cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect lily-white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a stroke of the scoreboard, the white cat lose another point, the mark goes to 13-2.

There is a slam of a aphrodisiac white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of panties ... with the black men's'team logo over the private parts !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous image ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bra, pantie, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and stand out and dance seductively ... in support of the superior total darkness studs !

Cut to a snapshot of the girls asses ... staring white piece of tail in team-red G-string ... the camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in blow ... and the black guys grinning and toss the ball away and top dog for the cheerleaders ...

Each blackness player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular sable arms. One actor, Shirley Temple Phallus's lead-in vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful hell dust. The lady friend are quickly carried into the locker room.

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

Cut to the locker elbow room ... the missy are pulling at the Jersey and trunks of the inkiness player ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling mordant muscles. Small white hands running over muscular dim chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front of a Joseph Black player, pulling his short pants 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 macho-man ... and leans forward ... her grimace disappearing from view ... a heavy black hand reaches down, running fingers through her slick red hair.

Team-red shorts, bandeau, and thongs drop to the floor ... We see bare black and white build in the shower bath ... white girls kissing the broad shoulder of sinewy black instrumentalist ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's last. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the phone of girls moaning. Each time the chorus repeats, the moans get forte and more numerous.

We see a naked Joseph Black player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blond cheerleader energy in front of him, her back to the camera. Her svelte white arms wrap around his black neck ... The television camera scans down over her gross raw organic structure, as two sinewy black arms wrap around her slender white shank ... two large melanize hands slide down the small-scale of her Theodore Harold White back ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her pegleg spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the missy 's body begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the warm glance of a pair of black testicles below her stretched garden pink pussy.

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

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

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


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truncheon McFarland sat in the greenness room watching the picture ... barely. It made him ill.

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

He grabbed a bottleful of water system from the green elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned typeface on silver screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her middle were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her good Elwyn Brooks White chest heaved obscenely in that diminutive jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American English sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this smut ... and then ask her interview its Godhead as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? 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 relieve oneself this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a vituperative indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of hard-hitting doubtfulness, designed to rip those son of bitch apart, and expose the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S.A. to see !

baton just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so often ! That aphrodisiacal jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really reserve for telecasting, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No affair. Her aphrodisiac coming into court would throw these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning ointment puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show USA exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the cover ... his married woman was still staring, mouth spread out slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a instant. The"Whole Truth logo"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky davenport stared at the screen. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of pitch blackness penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her Father was at a church meeting and her female parent was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the lounge in the living room and watch Black Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old More and more. By the fourth dimension the"Only natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, right white meat, and her helping hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Shirley Temple member's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that import. Her pass was spinning. She could get wind a vibrancy in her pinna. She realized that the ringing was the mansion land line. She picked up the headphone, but it was too late, the caller-up had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the company had been her female parent, calling to secernate her that the Word of God club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - function eight : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet total darkness PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video reminder nearby. The"Only natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's sexiness had awoken something thick interior in Jessica ... She could experience a secure tingling in her kitty ... She slowly lowered a mitt down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's nous ... as her bridge player found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big sinister men ... their musculus ... the rhythm ! That unfluctuating, hypnotic, pounding bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the early night. Jessica's mind was lost in another creation, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy pile. The thin textile of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the female child. She still said nothing, but jerked her mitt out form underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the young brunet ... what did she want ? The miss was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could try was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Calluna vulgaris as if the pretty young make-up miss was starring in one of the television's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this prospect would flirt out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a total darkness man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video recording ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her pass no. This was real aliveness now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her bosom and mamilla had always been very sensitive ... and in her electric current province of arousal ... she started to turn aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her seawall, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to chill off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"broom continued, now dabbing Jessica's cheek and cleavage with concealing pulverisation,"it is reasonably hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water system under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draught. That was better ... her brain got a slight clearer.

"Now ..."she started to recollect ..."what did I need to study care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glance of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her fully, milky E. B. White cleavage was still heaving from agitation ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to change her crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her phrenetic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."busty"man .... mere inches from her font ! After a few moment, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, dreary eyes upwards to see a black man's barren body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, ebony tree torso, with rippling abs and a right dresser. Her optic scanned upwards still, to see a foreign and beautiful lucky chemical chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark burnt umber skin. The only clothing he wore was a pair black brake shoe, the special gold range, and a couplet of black leather bloomers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to receive an unflinchingly masculine black human face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a distich mirror-lens aeronaut sunglasses. When she tried to front into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, picket contemplation ... and her full Edward D. White breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue angel jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to look mighty 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 bureau. She wasn't curtly ... this man must accept been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to hold back looking at the ebony giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small-scale, touchy white hand out in an whirl of a handshake. The colossus inkiness man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were replete, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't supporter but grin ... out of niceness, of grade ! The man was being very bold !

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

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

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

"It is a delight to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was copious, but not as recondite as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smile. His hair was trimmed so brusk and clean that it seemed almost like a darkness on his top dog. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed neat in a interchangeable manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much dispute to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully orient black causa, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular smutty chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a low-cal skin colour. His optic were beautiful kitty of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's articulation wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and full-bodied 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 burly giant. He wore black drawers, a black brawn tee, and a calamitous leather crown. On the tee's breast was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. microphone had a wide-cut face fungus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was make clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses.

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

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

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

"Please, name me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very tranquil, 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 fiddling.

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glance of Heather out of the turning point of her eye. The physical composition girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black script on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Christ, these bozo never quit !

A voice came over the brassy speaker."FIVE minute of arc everybody. station on the interview set please !"

"well gentlemen, I think we should wee our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in mike's focus again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed microphone sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make sure enough big daddy here don't look too glistening, justly hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said null though ... There would be time adequate to address the group's view of women, when she conducted the consultation.

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

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

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

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a functioning tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attention 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 fond, coloured yellow-gold parchment normal that gave the belief of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolt of Bourgogne satin and ebony African tribal mask. There were grim and gold vase filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the spine of the set, while the storey was covered in exotic animal hide and fur ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the movement of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden table, with a burgundy fabric draped over it. About two ft behind the table, facing it, was a large, embrown leather sofa, with a zebra skin draped over the dorsum. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a prat in the large, throne-like chair. He sat back, spreading his stage extensive, and draped his hefty blackened implements of war over the chair's arms, and down the position. Despite the chairman's fairly with child size, B-Love almost looked like a fully grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with radical interviews, the interviewer takes the chairman, and the study take the couch."

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

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

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

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

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a keister at the far end of the sofa, while Shemar had taken the center field. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the hollow tush next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two big black-market men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the newsworthiness desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her bank bill. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 kisser of urine for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a visual modality. The warm, robust, dark coloration of the set contrasted starkly with her lustrous royal blue cap. The contrast was almost as stark as that of her tiny white sort, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large smutty couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"binding in FIVE, quadruplet, terzetto, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good evening,"Jessica spoke into the television camera."Welcome to the bit 60 minutes of a very special episode of"The whole Sojourner Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one end sentence that tonight's episode of"The unit Sojourner Truth"contains material of a spiritualist nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breach this evening. You may have heard of them, you may let heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their video recording. You know that"Negroid phallus"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their intellection on their arguing, their music, and their ism. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap grouping Black Phallus. To my left hand, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. soundly evening gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentleman's gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't helper but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ valet ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the welfare of your euphony being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on boob tube. How did this take place ?"

"Word of rima oris"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard beneficial euphony, and the nightspot scene spreads news fasting. So does the net, and most Loretta Young masses, the people who buy our music, are online. Word of God gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big microphone interjected this time,"we got good calendar method, strong beatnik, and some bold rime. multitude like what we're sayin ’. tuner and video don't issue beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, spill about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your lyric poem ? Don't you feel that these warm political substance make your music democratic with a wider spectrum of people ?"

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

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the Sung dynasty's language. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the gossip go for the clip being.

"You say you want masses to check about your school of thought of human sex,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the in writing nature of your lyrics immediately push people away. Doesn't it make them not require to listen to you or hear your approximation ?"

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

"Some hoi polloi might say that the reason your medicine isn't heard on the radio, or seen on medicine picture groove, is because your language are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"causa we tellin'the TRUTH !"The truth can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... multitude who are scared of the the true. They radio and the medicine TV transmission channel are afraid of our message."

"The trueness ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of questioning."Let's lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately report your good school of thought and your medicine videos depict actual upshot. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these birdsong weren't political caustic remark. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of black Male transcendency the group espoused was something they seemed to direct seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquests. But those tarradiddle ! They were so exorbitant ! Wives, Saint Brigid, female parent, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and tilt was just about selling disc and making a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

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

"The event in the strain are all true."Shemar stated again.

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

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the mannequin in her telecasting ... but then thought about how adult female were portrayed in the picture and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the like Light Within as the former fair sex she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would yield to a big cock ... a big ... pitch blackness ... cock ... Jessica's idea began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the inglorious pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... immense muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that cleaning woman were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever accord to seem in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to conceive it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the account told in the videos we showed in the 1st hr of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Edward D. White nuptials, Blacked Bridget'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those powerful ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were counterbalance, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was mutual exercise in an interview. It forced a response from the subject area, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to repress the mental imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's extremity could pull in the claim with a consecutive human face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the query. In bitchiness of her care of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her intellect around the group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Saint Bride at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating married woman with the deliverance man ... the pipe fitter ... the security police officer ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's creative thinker reeled at the mind that those events might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and birdsong replayed in her foreland ... the St. Bridget joining her maid of honor with sinister men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black association football histrion ... the black floater seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive debauch on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio luminousness, combined with the intimate imaging flitting through her brain, was making her Christ Within headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the doorknocker had yet mentioned the interracial vista of their euphony. The musical theme of black men dominating white womanhood, and stealing them from White person men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their purpose was to father controversy in club to trade more CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this item in the interview. The interracial constituent in the album was clearly part of the shock value.

Yet throughout the solid audience, they had many opportunities to make water specific comment on their claim and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the adult female in these scenarios were white, and all the men were grim. Not one of them had even mentioned the issuing of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's public lecture about that shall we. Your mathematical group's philosophy ..."There was an awkward suspension as Jessica waited for one of the knocker to excuse their estimate. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the question formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal gender and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music telecasting we've made, demonstrates cancel selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's instinctive choice, survival of the primed. charwoman go for men who are more brawny, who look like stronger defenders, amend providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial vista of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to clear her raise the subject. It was a power manoeuvre in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal introduction of the grouping's ism to her interview. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one matter,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to pull in one of the rappers raise the wash offspring,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it regale women 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 option about the men they are with."

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

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

"Because the just men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her knife.

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 whiteness interviewer.

Jessica paused."wellspring, In your song and videos ... the cleaning woman are always ... the cleaning lady only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha male person are always ... African-American men."

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

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she look at it degrading ? The womanhood were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to ascertain a way out of the sight she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and perturbed."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing get married fair sex throwing away their married couple, their lives, their families ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that cleaning woman aren't in control of their sexual impulse. That's suggesting that men are superscript to women, because they control these urges in women."

"All we're trying to say is that women are central beings."Shemar smiled."The leap of club can't compete with instinctive urge. There's nix degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are higher-ranking to gabardine men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our rivalry that a charwoman would be unable to control her sexual urges when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are fateful, or that char should recover a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics portray adult female as being intimate objects, bleak men as some form of super men, and T. H. White Male as weak and afraid. Some the great unwashed could find this to be racist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the white boys in charge of TV and Radio don't want their woman to know the truth. The truth that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that Shirley Temple Black males are victor to all other males ? And that there is some vast conspiracy to obscure this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"feeling at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of desegregation, black men have dominated sport. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In increase to this, we're highly influential in the medicine industry. All of the greatest instrumentalist over the conclusion century were black men, or influenced by grim men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely phonation,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a Shirley Temple Phallus TV knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those Edward Douglas White Jr. girls we hired ended up having sex with the disastrous models when we shot the television. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white-hot women together with those black-market stud, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course of action ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they small modesty-thongs and crap and just get in use, rightfulness on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those young woman and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't lease care of business in the bedchamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a picayune too a good deal for Jessica to conceive. This claim of real sex in the video was even more outrageous than their call of true stories behind the song lyrics. The song lyrics might be dead on target, but at least the ‘ case'were chip in nom de guerre. In the videos, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music picture, when about actresses wouldn't do that for any form of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to deliver sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to trade criminal record and perpetuate a badboy mental image."It's a ignominy you didn't quotation all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would enjoy to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white cleaning woman in the same way with powerful dark men. It was beautiful to look out nature get its course like that ! Even in scenes where the camera location wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your video are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the euphony video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just scud the music telecasting with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the promise that we would be able-bodied to air them on music video television channel. We carefully framed our guess so that nothing too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the physical process of editing special version TV now, for release on DVD adjacent year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of line the DVD with our initiative video recording will also sport the pilot ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the vista footage."

"Aw, netherworld yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking vivid ! A lot of daughter learned the the true THAT day ! I taught a hale LOT of pretty white missy that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! Hades, it was the adept damn 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 give up herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the unspoilt they could do, she did n't have to concern about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to delay in command ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... consultation ... the conversation. Jessica chose to brush aside the insinuation, but before she could ask another question, Big microphone spoke again.

"semen on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. adult female everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the song said ‘ No woman can resist, a disgraceful putz head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No cleaning lady can resist, especially not a fine 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 baby's honcho. Big mike from ‘ Black person penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous smuggled rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were true, then these rapper were so hot that they were able to seduce and sleep together their models, actresses, and terpsichorean on the site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this web television diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her puss and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a tingle. She'd ignored Big Mike's point of reference to the myth of blackened men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more than, he had now expressly pointed his input to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't helper but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a Brigid and a bleak man's giant deal were pawing her replete whitened bosom. She shook her head, trying to clear her idea of the image, desperately trying to suppose of a query to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can fend just delicately. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billy goat's Recent epoch problems. She thought of he-goat's diminished, gimp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it raise for a several workweek. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big low-spirited eyes down to the turgid bulge running the duration of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot openhanded than nightstick's. Suddenly, it moved ! The hump twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very moment ! 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 doorknocker's private parts. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's jut, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly carry on her tumultuous disturbance. She was rapidly losing restraint of the interview ... not to mention control over herself ...

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

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

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a BLACK male ! The real reason citizenry are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the only material effect here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that char are incompetent of controlling their base desires. What about cleaning lady's intellect ? Aren't human race more than just creature ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these things for some primal inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"civilization, obedience, loyalty, even love are all just skin deep ... a matter of the mind. Race is the real issue because that is a subject of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black handwriting on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deeply into her oculus."Nature is primal. Nature is saturated. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Good Book hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the verity as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to civilise people to the true statement. We want people to wait past social conventions ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our side by side album. multitude are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can traverse nature."

Shemar's mitt gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's cryptic brown eyes ... When she finally managed to discontinue his gaze, she glanced down at her notes, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few column inch, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to force Shemar's hired man off her leg, but he didn't John Donald Budge. Not wanting to suck up attention to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk of the town ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her flyspeck white-hot hired man on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we await from your next album ? Or your next television for that issue Can we look the same ... topic ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't service but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and powerful. His voice was so calm air, yet warm and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, E. B. White expression of Jessica, framed by a powerful black expression. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a birdsong written during the days of integrating, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting blacks and Patrick Victor Martindale White in the same school day and neighbourhood. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the rattling reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual shammer, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior fateful Male. Our variant is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female person creative person, to tell the song's tarradiddle from a white woman's point of scene. She'll sing about how she used to be with bloodless boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock Singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past brace of days she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the girl last year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the young Isaac M. Singer adopted a much sexy image ... but quislingism with Negroid penis ?

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

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

appearing in a Black phallus video was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black Phallus's other videos were any denotation, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the death remainder of her ‘ innocuous'icon in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this video, by any probability ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi President Pierce performing with these men excited her a slap-up deal ... probably just because it would be a expectant pocket, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a cartridge clip of that telecasting,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior commitments that she has to attend 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 block out the letdown in her voice.

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

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a unlike vocal ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained unsounded."It's about a Cy Young woman, engaged to be married to her high schooling ravisher, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended line trip. While he's away, she's find ease in the implements of war of a lightlessness man."

"blackamoor MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the starting time time during the interview that one of her motion had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... captivation. The opportunity for an single showtime feeling at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a good diarist ... but that was just the professional ground for wanting to see the footage. The unanimous truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The telecasting ... the euphony ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to learn Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong photographic camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN nowadays, for the showtime time anywhere, footage from Black genus Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitoring device, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the blind, sitting between the two giant star black doorknocker ... but didn't notice them exchanging smile, winks, and nods. The painting went away, as the new video recording started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another television !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperient snowy body. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the auditory sensation of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, blanched hand writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the committal to writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome young blank man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the hand writes, we hear a soft distaff voice speech production ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the total darkness rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the bridge player keeps writing. The video excision quickly between the writing handwriting, and the half-naked muscular bootleg knocker. As the knocker sing, a slow, but strong-growing heartbeat from bass guitar quickly begins to predominate the dreamy gong music.

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

"YEAH !"whang Big Mike's voice.

As the frail Caucasian hand continues writing, there is a flash to a Stanford White guy reading the letter. Shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black pectus, weapons system, and shoulder joint ... some of stroke featuring a small bone hand wearing an flowery meshing ringing, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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

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As the picture continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A chorus starts, Sung dynasty by the woman who opened the TV. The young lady seems to be moaning the language ... Her moans correspond with apparent motion 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 hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a flashbulb of footage of a pair of panties hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a charge woman's mouth, gently biting her modest lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the sonant voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the theme briefly. These range of a function are edited together with flashes of a Stanford White woman's naked back. The angle of the photographic camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two large bleak hands run up her side, and grab her lilliputian waist from behind ! The telecasting quickly cuts back to the helping hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the theme, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the activeness on screen. In spitefulness of the fact that it was only a minute into the call, and that there wasn't nearly as very much obvious sexual imagination as the other TV ... Jessica was turned on than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so obnubilate with lecherousness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to untie to top push button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full white cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

television camera moved around the studio apartment, carefully capturing Jessica's every relocation and breath ... even though their indicate wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewing audience were only seeing the rap video at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While America and Jessica watched the video, the rapper watched Jessica. She may not accept been cognizant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the number one time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grin of gratification. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their crownwork. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent offspring diary keeper. All three men's umber skin shined with diaphoresis from the hot studio Light Within ... their masculine odor hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the rappers shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitoring device showing the video. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girlfriend sounded SO familiar ... she could almost image out who the fille was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the natural process unfold. She squeezed her firm whitened titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her untried pink pap. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to spell and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing mitt jumps again, this prison term forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass shape hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the picture lying on the base among the broken looking glass ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a nous of blond haircloth ... a shot of pitch-dark back-muscles flexing ... and a jibe of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the lowest melodic phrase and effort to continue writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shakes violently, her digit contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the composition at the Lapp clip !

The freshwater bass metre suddenly reaches a dissipated, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a widely shot. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste product, over the writing desk ... she's nude ... but her branch and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her brass is hidden by a hatful of unruly blonde hair.

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

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the only one who recognized the blond in the telecasting.


"What is this food waste Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde adult female writhing and moaning like a slut while some big negro fondled her consistence continued playing on the TV silver screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her female parent ... trying desperately to offer some kind of feeble explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the somewhat white teen stammered, tear 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 program ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became aware that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV silver screen.

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

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

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to impede her persuasion of the boob tube."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to save 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 eyes ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged help was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, soundless except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the television that had fascinated her so. Her replete white boob heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even mark that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two button of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the right-hand angle, the cameras could easily see her step-in !

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billystick McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the lady friend in the video recording. Her face was familiar but her deportment certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant various times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's Conservative, virtuous demeanor and her allegiance to her fiancé and vocation. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as Danton True Young and beautiful as Sarah held such rigid morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating defenseless form in a music telecasting time, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously bourgeois behavior had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never seem nude in some sleazy medicine video recording, let alone simulate a sex scene with some giant black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called euphony video recording that was little more than softcore smut. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slut was she ?

As horrifying as it was to see Sarah cheapen herself in the music television, Jessica McFarland 's chemical reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to billy.

Billy could n't consider his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's oral fissure hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clit of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her black-market lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her chick ... or rather ... her panty ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the tv camera slant.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that slant, and the studio did n't cut away to a different tv camera ... and then ...

"No !"baton yelled as he watched the Monitor."What the fuck is that tv camera man doing ?"

The photographic camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her step-in were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving whiteness breasts. truncheon was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' packaging Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn TV of her personal helper ... flashing some tacky shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respect journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap radical 's publicity stunt ? Those boy of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

nightstick leapt from the special K room lounge and ran to the doorway of the green way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy began beating on the room access and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his judgment. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might receive to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

Billy 's eyes widened with terror. What if the web made Sarah do that TV ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's representative echoed in his head again, `` ... I might possess to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic licking on the door, and began calling for assistant. Everybody ignored his call ... Everybody but a low hidden photographic camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her mentation. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of jape ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt actualisation. It was over ... that was the promotional material stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for electrical shock time value ... just like their album. This video must have been some kind of fraudulence ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in monastic order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY rip off on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'coming into court was just an effort to shock Jessica McFarland on interior television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ grievous'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 false calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of jest or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a second, trying to find her pro demeanor ... still completely incognizant of the commonwealth of her crownwork and dame ... or apparently the fact that her audience subjects were wearing lupus erythematosus clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the young woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her cellular inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your mathematical group is really a brainy satire on prejudices and stereotypes about disastrous men, and interracial family relationship !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's program line and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're dangerous sister, don't you understand ? We seduced that lady friend finally night ! She ain't interest in Brad no mo'! She only wants blackened men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a promotion stunt.

"Now guys, enough is adequate,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never chicane on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his seawall through his Shirley Temple leather bloomers. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized excrescence in B-Loves trouser had actually gotten bigger over the row of the interview ! She could barely pull her middle away ... it took her a moment to find her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't await me to believe that that telecasting was for veridical !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a promotional material stunt any More ... now she was fighting for her impression. She didn't want to believe that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a terrific man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde pilus out of Jessica's brass."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not contend with the laws of nature. Any char, confronted with a truly higher-ranking Male will be compelled to put in to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how lots she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the higher-ranking Male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could testify that they'd seduced married cleaning lady. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning lady would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national tv set ... and if a charwoman did that, she might own been paid to do so, to aid in the protraction of"black Phallus's"range of sexual ascendency. Still, for some reasonableness that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved untimely."Can you establish that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."looking at closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chemical chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular dark breast, 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 connection one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and coloration were not all the same. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be Pt or Ag. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three words, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal data link, Jessica could see undimmed, shining gem. Like the links, the stones were of different size of it and colors. The placement of the Edward Durell Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no balance or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the gemstone seemed to be mounted, individually to finicky link, but they were only ever mounted on one incline as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a quiver went up her backbone, and a chill went through her twat. She unconsciously fingered her wedding halo as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from data link ... to link ... to link up ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of tintinnabulation ... not unsubdivided chain linkup made of precious metal, but adult female's jewellery ... wedding bands and engagement band ! Some were atomic number 79, some Pt ... some with infield, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with name calling. There were XII of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of line, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their claim ?"No ... no ... You ... could cause just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former char ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his top dog, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the connexion. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and ball field. The platinum circle was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au pattern. This delicate traffic pattern had been the crusade of the ring 's lengthy meet accommodation. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's interlocking ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's crime syndicate for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an wretched bed in the touchy filigree, where the tintinnabulation had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with movie of her demure young help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the immense Shirley Temple men sitting around her. It must stimulate been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to brass Shemar, finding her mouth inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might ingest stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to refuse that a pure Pres Young cleaning lady would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the knocker of blackamoor phallus.

"Why are you so despairing to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained soundless ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real number reason Sarah's conquest had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's annulus, broken, and woven in with so many other closed chain ... 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 examine it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in natural process. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their musculus ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to have huge cocks ! She was in a despairing combat now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would show it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the threshold of tears. She had nowhere to grow ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressible ... she could take been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Word."You can't try that any intelligent, mature, twist around woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go Joseph Black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticate cleaning lady ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big microphone said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny Black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny livid journalist."You won't pin for no ‘ once you go black meaninglessness ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her kitty.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can essay that we can make ANY woman ... any twist around, intelligent, ripen woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big mike's Book, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pant !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big 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, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual superpower of a big melanize cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and hefty fateful chest of drawers ... her pussy felt like it was on fervency."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some cockamamy racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye point with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size meaninglessness ... ‘ Once you go Shirley Temple Black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her meat ... her twat ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the powerful black doorknocker surrounded the diminutive livid journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"doe THIS smell LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, bitch ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her leftfield ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"he-goat yelled angrily as snag filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some form of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's interpreter echoed in his intellect. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might get to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

Billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't front away from the television concealment if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a promotional material stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the blind, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that instant publicity stunts were the endure affair on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big down in the mouth eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a human foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her twat spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or midst. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own colossus cock. Big microphone's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so blackness ... so ... strong ! It took every vulcanized fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her oral cavity 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 protest them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her petite white handwriting and tried to shove past Shemar, but her manus just landed on his whale dim pecker ... and her digit just seemed to want to wrap around it and defend 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 hand, trying to advertize past tense B-Love ... and again, her hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two tiny lily-white deal, grasping these two enormous black rooster. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their heaviness, their length, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their plenteous pitch black skin, and her lily tweed mitt. Her weaponry began to move back and forth ... her lily white mitt stroking the giant star coal black rod almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmical stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her sassing ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a picture with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's middle 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 nada to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this preserve ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's appearance. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds bar interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This all interview ... it was all a promotion stunt, and she was a persona of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of multitude were seeing this ! trillion of people across the nation were watching her stroke two foot-long black peter while a third base one was about to enrol her mouth. BILLY ! BILLY COULD BE observance AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so nigh to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm splice !"

'' Marriage do n't entail SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only raw sister, you want the best stock breeder, all charwoman do. The fact is black men are the trump breeder ! We 're more potent, more potent, more stamina ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big smutty cock can cave in you the substantially fucking of your spirit ! Your married man can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her broad Andrew D. White bosom heaved obscenely in her cap. Again, she found herself imagining what those big stopcock could do to her ... but she had to baulk. She was on the air ... she loved nightstick ...

"This ringing represents my married man's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thigh together, fighting the growing tingling sense in her slit."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 Irish bull ! That ring don't represent dear baby, it represents fright. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without small gold set, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a whorl on a door. The problem is that footling gold lock on that doorway won't stand up to a big black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her read/write head."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS doughnut Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his headway !"symbolic representation huh ? good story, I'm pretty sure as shooting it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty lilliputian gold band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chemical chain that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's fourth dimension to breach that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her pack as B-Love lifted it above luxuriously above her reach. The blond lost her correspondence and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the pack to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big nigga dick in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the doughnut to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own tease words."kick WE TOLD YOU, THIS nuptials band DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK prick !"

"This isn't suspicious !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue optic darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the annulus amongst themselves."Give me back my hoop !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big mike challenged."You know its honest. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your married man satisfies you sexually ? A char like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his geological fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on subject telly ;"I haven't been paying plenty aid to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more nerve-wracking than being a black man, and we can get it up all the meter ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problem ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a bloody wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't cheat on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused quarry,"You do n't own anything to vex about here dear. We all already know that it's unfeigned. It 's perfectly raw for a beautiful white charwoman in her intimate meridian to desire the biggest rooster she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black shaft. That includes married cleaning lady, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your married man at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving skinny to Jessica, his pecker bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's 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 it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining amber hymeneals dance band on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her reasonably white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine odour suspension in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. scope for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't halt you again. try to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the Laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his shaft back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious marriage ceremony 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 view inches from her aspect. There was no avoiding it. This was her only fortune to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television set ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional person woman ... all she had to do was drive her pack and go ! But in purchase order to do so, she knew that she'd have to pertain that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take a chance 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 greenness room 's TV screenland. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the band ... 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 obscene black prick in front end of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not very ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick black cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last opportunity to get out of here with your wedding party vows in tactfulness ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's enquiry. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front end of her. Her choice ... her ringing ... that cock ... The burnished gold band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's coloured umber skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same meter ? The ring's delicate size seemed so undistinguished compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, smutty cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal alliance with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding anchor ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so fateful ... so ... perfective tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingle in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting secure. At that mo, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the doorknocker'cruel caper, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her petite white hand shaking ... her finger's breadth cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling E. B. White fingertips barely touched the mob than her hand seemed to guide on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic smuggled cock. The sudden move caused her marriage ring to drop to the floor ... but for some reason, her middle didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big dreary center remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony manhood ... and her lilliputian white hand clutching it tight, as if it were a life line in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge inglorious cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing heaviness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just find fault it up and go away ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent sinister cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having mo thought about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is expert ! You could induce left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't pack it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the Truth ! You wanted a report ! Here it is ! Married white journalist goes Negro on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's drab eyes bolted wide open in fear ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd leave all about it ! THIS IS beingness BROADCAST LIVE ... God… he-goat could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the persuasion only seemed to wind up 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 telly ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T neediness HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP E. B. White worm ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE the true, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the television camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black stopcock ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could take heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to address tentatively, but quickly her Holy Scripture erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big inkiness hammer. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to birth sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the television camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was mightily. This was good.

She looked up at Big Mike. smiling, she took his rooster in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your video recording ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's shaft in her early 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 closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pinkish back talk,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its path !"


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Through teary center Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the tv camera, a big blackamoor tool in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky spicy eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the tv camera ...

"If my hubby is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky interpreter barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of class, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt sick to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue centre away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large black cock. She looked at it lovingly. billy club fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's bass brown oculus and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black cock in her script. Her eyelid seemed enceinte ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big smutty cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink backtalk grazed the head teacher of his raging inkiness cock."Kiss that nigga dick. solve it ! lap up it up and down babe, get me soundly and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brown pecker. Her middle stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the cock with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's dick, over and over, her bobby pin tightened as she stroked B-Love's pecker with her left hand, and Big microphone's with her right. Her weapon and elbow strained from the try, for both men's rooster were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's blue-blooded kisses reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his sound Joseph Black bollock, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any disgrace ... melted away. Jessica felt a composure wash over her body ... and a desire to delight these glorious pitch-dark men.

"sucking it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga turncock ! Take it in your lip. Sucking calamitous prick is the best matter any albumen cleaning lady can do with her mouth. in effect than asking us a bunch of pudden-head fuckin'interview enquiry !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an time of day earlier, Jessica would accept been infuriated by that scuttlebutt. Now, she only felt that it was mighty ... that was the best thing she could do with her back talk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eye ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his cock as she pulled back ... further and further ... her brim finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her mouth parted ... her rima oris opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warmly wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong smuggled custody took hold of Jessica's head ... his fingers running through her cushy blonde haircloth as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Thomas More and More of his prick into her willing mouth.

This went on for respective minute as the cameras captured every whine and groan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her soft white manus continued stroking and pumping the other men's turncock, while her foreland bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it cryptical and deeper into her sass. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the gibe ... taking the whole thing in her lip ... when she was interrupted.

"My spell man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand diddlysquat is dainty, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's heading, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big microphone's fat smutty hammer as he pulled away. It quickly grasped grip of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his stopcock into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a twain inches stocky than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number wide-cut !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's plump black rod into her rima oris. Her tongue didn't have much room to maneuver around microphone's cinch, but she did her best. That was her obligation. She took his girth into her mouthpiece ... only managing to get about 6 inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretching adequate to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big microphone pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned onward towards B-Love's enormous black peter ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her backtalk ... she wanted to try it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrongly ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might let made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you wet-nurse MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's center glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once preciously wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ringing was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my fingerbreadth again ?"She asked sulk."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining atomic number 79 ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY Negroid COCK, YOU'D punter PUT THAT hoot closed chain 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 seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knee and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio trading floor, her wax breasts straining to violate free of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the shot from a low front slant, giving the family viewers a great sentiment of Jessica's milky white segmentation as she crawled on all quatern on the studio level towards the wedding hoop. She reached the humble amber, and slipped it onto her digit, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all four-spot, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my prick in your leave alone paw, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's beam of light in her mitt again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's minuscule ‘ observance of domination'that he liked to perform with new seduction. They knew not to interfere.

"picket your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your mitt back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your jolly white hand ... see how your fairly white hand looks as it strokes my big fatal cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became heavy ... her ventilation slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroke question of her hand on B-Love's peter. lighter glinted from her shiny Au closed chain ... one-time symbolisation of fidelity ... as the White River script that wore it pumped a jumbo ebony pecker. Unconsciously, she dropped her the right way script under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in sentence with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my peter !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right bridge player from her pussy and grabbing the al-Qa'ida of B-Love's shaft. His peter, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both workforce, and still have got a few 3 or 4 column inch visible while she pumped it with both her diminished white mitt. Not once did she take her optic off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring search ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left mitt as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny white deal ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty musical composition of atomic number 79. variety of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's dent. B-Love rested a large black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right helping hand off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his tool 6 in into Jessica's oral cavity, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! SUCK THAT BIG Negro COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her campaign, sucking and licking B-Love's prick hard. Her left paw furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black barb ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sass. B-Love took her left hand off his cock, lifted it to his oral fissure, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy fatal balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. Stroke them, airlift them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth entire of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her impart hired hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's properly deal had found a domicile stroking Big microphone's cock again. This went on for several minute of arc, B-Love pulling Jessica's principal closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's ballock, her left hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A dick in each manus, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Sir Thomas More.

Jessica opened her heart ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock 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 headland, but didn't thrust her. He let her do all the work. Only one Thomas More inch to go ! She could sense the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's flaccid pubic fuzz, she knew she'd done it ! She was so gallant and felicitous, that she felt a wave of joy liberty chit over her whole body, causing her whole body to didder. If B-Love's turncock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would cause let out a scream that would deliver shattered shabu.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's turncock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck mordant pecker !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's principal ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock 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 rima oris, and grabbed B-Love's with her depart manus. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any worry swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde linchpin cleaning lady went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive bleak cock in bend while stroking the others'hammer with small White person hands !

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The scene played out on television screens across USA. The TV audience who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the effect on screen door were on their earpiece calling their acquaintance. All over United States, people were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more interested with the action of a unlike blond KNEN employee.

Karen davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even mindful of what was currently happening on her boob tube set. Karenic 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 husband before taking the Sami disastrous rivet's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and doubtfulness swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's untried girl, Becky, was wondering the same affair ... even though she was now stuck in her way, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television since it had no satellite or cable's length hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so ravish with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arriver home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older baby writhing in ecstasy 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 surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black person Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the elbow room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen door, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the grouping had said about the char in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservativist. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these smuggled rapper. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her headphone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered mightily away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's vocalism giggled on the cellphone phone,"I thought you might call in ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music video recording ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stammer."Were they as serious as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that TV ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so fucking unbelievable ! Aren't you proud of your big sis ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the telecasting she'd seen that nighttime ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the telecasting was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their video recording. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should bonk that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll distinguish you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that night, the scene of meeting them face to face 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 walk. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but matter 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 background on the tune, talking to Sarah ... Deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"facial expression Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how yearn I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no time lag ! I have to severalise you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be matter to !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would delight seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy wire are going to learn a LOT tonight ! feel, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my acquaintance until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male person voice said on the other end of the telephone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the telephone set, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green room, nightstick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired wife sucking three black turncock on national television. He felt ... raging ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, ineffective to attend 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 ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the bottom of the television system screenland, a crawling news roll of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The median black cock is over 10 in in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the ramifications of the assertion that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy cable off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might create her do more than just sucking these men's cock. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married Theodore Harold White adult female are often ineffective to control their sexual urges when confronted with a contraband cock."read the adjacent news crawl.

"Sixty percentage of splice White River womanhood take black devotee within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a Black man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a cleaning lady's egg than would semen from a blanched man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go advance ... but at least Jessica would relieve oneself the guy wear safe. After all, she'd always made him wear down safety when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to have tiddler.

'' Black men never where safe when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

he-goat shook his head ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to engender children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to demonstrate her vocation before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them article of clothing condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that intellection crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their married man to tire prophylactic never do so when fucking their smutty masters ! ''

billystick'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 !"billy answered his own inquiry out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned expression on her nerve when she'd told him what might bechance. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another simulacrum of his wife ... at family ... masturbating while watching these rapper'picture. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his powerlessness ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio apartment ... dreamily taking that peter in her oral fissure ...

Racy music picture might have been a promotion stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"coon's"shaft on national boob tube was not a screw stunt.

'' I 'll hold to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some form of promotional material stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled optic and stared at the silver screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screenland as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the knocker's outsized nigrify cocks ... 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 Negroid cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful married woman was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that nighttime could see it ... on televisions all across the earth. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cocks and loving every second and in of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that nighttime ... and if they did, he doubted that they would nettle using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever put up the St. Mark of her infidelity by raising a black-market child !

billystick's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's representative, speechmaking over the events on screen.

"Good even. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as part of our geographic expedition into the world of"Black member ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the sexual power of black men, and learning the Truth about size, endurance, stamen, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Negroid penis have already graciously agreed to help us explore and inquire these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subject at helping hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The television camera cuts to the intelligence desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's sequence. With me is a exceptional co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. full evening Sarah !"

"goodness evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black member's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far to a greater extent pen than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and composition were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red crownwork, and inglorious turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large black thread, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each early by their first gens, deliberately parodying the prototypic banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgin, and had been engaged for several calendar month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joy of inkiness sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a Virgo before that nighttime ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to sustain sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'pecker."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my wishing to await for married couple ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to drive me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so emphatic ... dominant ... substantial. I couldn't assistance myself, I had to let you make love me ! To cerebrate, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful calamitous men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could give birth provided me !"

"workings in a station with so many fateful men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a exquisitely woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiola that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any early white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the sole variety of man who deserves to put his turncock into my beautiful organic structure. A melanize man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually intimate with you for the maiden clock time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two blackamoor men within hour of meeting them for the first meter ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be true, I really don't upkeep. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the tv camera,"we'd like to advise our TV audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the jam and providing our paying looker with detailed data about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more sensible viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the covert cut to the clip.

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The magazine plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty White River expression. The camera is having fuss keeping her face in figure, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EC. I thought that I should let you get it on that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The television camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and plain articulatio humeri. She seems to be sitting in a great chair, but at the Saami prison term, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degree. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the revelatory nip in the TV, nix obscures the camera's panorama of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's scene of Sarah's firm whiten tit as they gently bounce up and down with her move. Sarah closes her center as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black studhorse ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her longsighted blonde hair obscure the black he-man's face. She opens her middle, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the conviction before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long Stanford White leg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her wooden leg, the photographic camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black-market prick obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony mitt around her tiny waist, over her flat egg white belly, and around her full Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft albumen skin and pink nipples practically glow in dividing line with the big, raspy, disastrous fingers kneading and squeezing her white meat and nipples.

Another fateful man walks into the snap ... we can't see his face ... but his pecker is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small White person hands. While riding B-Love's putz, Sarah tries desperately to incline over .... to make for her lips to receive the bulbous pitch-dark cockhead. She gives a quick glimpse to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the level. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clipping cut back to the studio's tv camera feed,"That was some stupefy footage. Who were those two lightlessness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new Shirley Temple Black Edgar Lee Masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that think of exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as barren and beautiful as ever. cypher might stimulate known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to undress down to your bra and panty while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of line !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to state me that you would take off your clothing here, on television ... just because a calamitous man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you need me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the photographic camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the storey. Her Edward White lacey step-in were soaking wet with her slit juice. Now she was left in those step-in and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weaponry, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her fountainhead, revealing her flavorless white stomach and full, firm white breasts ... barely held in home by a somewhat old-fashioned white lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attending. Tom wanted to snap up her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's prison term to check back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat black prick while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thickheaded sinister tool in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and Forth, each stroking a monumental calamitous shaft while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her backtalk again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to reply some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Kuki-Chin, keeping her nervous fount inches from his hammer ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that dick in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to serve motion, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big nigrify stopcock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a calamitous man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her professorship, asking her enquiry when she desperately wanted to retain sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grotesque !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her mitt ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and voiceless ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful good example of manlike genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich people John Brown colour ... they're so grueling and business firm !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out forte,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inch long. nightstick is only five in long, rock-hard. Of grade, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this misfortunate limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their first appearance on sieve,"Are all shameful men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about Edward White men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's hubby ?"

"That's a safe doubt Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The female child had delivered her written question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and mensuration black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her crown and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the computer programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to feature so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, well-endowed inkiness men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big turncock, and chance out just how much bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced total darkness he-man and E. B. White cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon queen and E & I endeavour. Everybody Sarah would find would be capable to confirm the melodic theme that E & I wanted to spread with this program. The termination that the audience, and Sarah for that thing, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio doer and cameraman catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's torso for a tenacious metre ... and tonight they were getting their want. What was more, they knew there was even a near opportunity that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's prison cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the studhorse shrugged."But the gripe got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will indulge, I will."Sarah smiled and took the earpiece from his hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take fear of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her telephone set, and had been for several minute. Should she call her babe back ? Would Sarah reply, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that dark. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her elbow room. How had her conservative Sister ended up ‘ pretending'to stimulate sex in a Black member rap video ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his articulation that he was a enceinte black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no theme what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come out television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound honey of black prick, the end of her wedding battle, and the expiration of her virginity. She had no musical theme that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from pitch blackness Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size comparing for a limited ‘ news'report.

At that minute, Becky davenport could only yard her room, stare at her earphone, and try to make signified of it all. She nearly jumped out of her pelt when the phone rang. The telephone call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to reply, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's interpreter cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her infant baby."You have a million interrogative, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have time to mouth right now. For now, please just public lecture to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will take place ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my ally for now, okay. He really wants to spill to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good young lady. I'll talk of the town to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The productive, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new Friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, disgraceful admirer ! She told me that she thought you should verbalize to me. Tell me a trivial about yourself, girl."

"fountainhead ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her pussycat was getting secure. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big grim acquaintance'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 while. severalize me, are you here vernal babe or one-time ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your sister ?"

"Pretty a good deal, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this number stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what variety of ‘ protagonist'of her Sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear crank like Sarah does, and I'm a redheaded woodpecker ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to believe of the man's boldface statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely baseless in the unit of their lifetime. Sarah was a thoroughly girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too hazardous !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the inkiness man responded ..."so you sayin'you like Negroid gumshoe 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 music picture clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddly-shit young lady, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sis is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his weakly interacting massive particle Edward White ass for nigrify men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did knock down him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"young lady, I ain't talkin'about that short video cartridge holder from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your babe's angelical blonde pussy being invaded by a big black dick ! She sho'as hell at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the dim asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's facial expression on the screenland ... She was in that music video clip. I had to hollo to see out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a tinker's damn ignominy girlfriend. You should bear seen your big sister just now. I bet that would feature answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"fountainhead right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black cock !"

"That's not genuine ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and scout without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black he-man replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"corporate trust me girl,"the stud poker laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your baby just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the way with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her creative thinker is gon na be on early things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the sound was right.

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As Karenic Davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to count away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older girl on the CRT screen in some kind of profligate apology for a music video. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karenic had forced herself to uphold watching the disgusting program to try and find oneself some sort of account as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her set-aside daughter disavow her religious impression, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ludicrous impression of black male superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of be sick publicity stunt. Her onetime daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music television ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her torso ... forever removing any and all incertitude that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karenic davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... 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, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joyousness of big black cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her especial assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her goggle box, and sat staring at the screen. As the screenland returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the war paint miss being ravished by three black knocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large Black remote control control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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rachis in the studio apartment, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio television camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a marry woman, how does it make you feel to be sucking the cock of three men who you only met this even. And on telecasting ?"

The gorgeous blond journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monolithic bootleg cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer to a greater extent questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a get married woman, I'm still a fair sex ... a sexual being ... and these men and their pecker are incredible ! As far as being on tv ... well, it's a public divine service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only raw for me to need to please such sexually staring men ... Black men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing Negroid cock in her hired man,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be surely ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great intimate powerfulness over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... dependable ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than than just soak up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the significance that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"bazaar enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the interrogative ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already give my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his for the first time question,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your vesture ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her buff with sad blue optic ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her organic structure to her total darkness Masters ... the men giving her so a lot pleasure by allowing her to suck up their peter !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your torso ? Your hale organic structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty offspring anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip annoyer. She turned to the three black rapper, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her cap and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulder just a bit, exposing the disgraceful straps of her Hidden loo bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added burden of making her already rich cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her weapons system in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy white cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the video display ... to tantalize her Shirley Temple buff. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to hunger after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lour lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the macho-man, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final clitoris of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the clitoris, 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 tremendous coal disastrous hands on her shoulder. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other doorknocker, then grabbed the opening her cap. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing Theodore Harold White facial expression, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket unfold, then stepped backwards, exposing his handcraft to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's newsbreak of tycoon and dominance. She stood stunned for a few indorsement, allowing all a legal brief glance under her jacket, of the aphrodisiac bootleg bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful fog and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a mo, staring at the mighty black knocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the crownwork moorage over her berm, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal Negroid hands on Jessica's creamy blank shoulders.

He brought his mitt downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her sleeve. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to slip from her consistency and descent to the flooring. She now stood before the three grim rappers and the studio cameras clad in her Shirley Temple chick, and her disgraceful Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was unflawed. Her lily-white tummy was flat as a plug-in. Her magnificent, round, business firm milky white tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the shameful bra against her bamboozle whiteness skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can appreciate the mass here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this fair sex's body is flawless. Her white hide is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio twinkle. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to seize the fair sex he was looking at and be intimate her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat pecker pushing against the framework of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how diffused her skin is, campaign of the effulgence !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her mind to the studio and called out for"composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's center lit up,"Get that sweet little make up daughter over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't aid much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'trope, but he had a calf love 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 program of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the radical. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to trip up everything. He watched in awe as these mobster tough seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutal advances.

Alone in his domicile, his wife at employment that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'tremendous black dick. His stroking became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her white meat, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting gluey semen into his work force. Panting, trying to clean up the mountain in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's claim for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His warmheartedness sank when he saw the girl walking onto the set. His thinker flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even form me interview a second gear time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd surmise who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full phase of the moon of naked blackened men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's prick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the makeup young lady, had been watching events blossom out from just off set behind a camera. Her reasonably green centre had widened with stupor when she saw the men release their hulk disastrous dick. Her bantam backtalk hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica look at one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a deal into her pants 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.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her bantam shell-like ear. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the nub of the king of beasts's den. She stood just within flesh of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should make bold approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins birdcall from the mainstay desk,"Jessica needs a tinge up."

Heather was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very energise. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular smuggled piece of ass and broad berm. Calluna vulgaris got behind Jessica to try and persist out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands study on the nearby video reminder. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's wax, white bosom ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job miss !"

Calluna vulgaris shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's bland white stomach ... dabbing all the way ... the television camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shaft ... so very close to her manus ... Heather saw one of the rapper's monolithic peter being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's eye locked on concealment, she couldn't look away. She stared for several second, before she suddenly felt something skirmish against her thigh.

Looking down, ling gasped when she saw Big mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the covert. She spun around to present him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little cutaneous senses up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling youthful brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new parasite into a darker basis coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexion. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved headway ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her former hand 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 turncock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her side, brim, neck opening, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big mike's, so heather mixture applied a little more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the soft, fertile light brown of his skin. Again she let her early hand drift over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscular structure. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his side, then down his thick neck, his broad shoulders, then his brawny arms. His powerful black chest glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it following. Her tiny white handwriting guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big Mike's massive smuggled turncock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the doorknocker's thick nigrify cock and began dabbing it with the quick study, under the guise of applying makeup. Scots heather's travesty was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parasite and neglected to pick it up. Instead the reasonably brunette let her naked hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony quill. She felt a burning desire to touch it, to compass its heaviness in her script, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big microphone's stomach, then slide it upward, caressing the rapper's muscular black chest.

"ling,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny war paint girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big Shirley Temple peter in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the reminder. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet candy kiss and licks. heather mixture took another parazoan from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably take some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take precaution of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black helping hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knee and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the slide fastener than ran halfway down her annulus, over her left hip. As broom tugged at the slide fastener, the wickedness material of Jessica's annulus loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slue slowly over the mollify curve of Jessica'wide of the mark, childbearing hips and firm unit of ammunition backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's aid. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black stuff that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent muckle to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 form ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden loo lingerie corps de ballet ... between two huge, hefty black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white mitt. Jessica's snow gabardine tegument glowed in beautiful line with the black lacing lingerie she wore, and the large Black hands that slid all over her body. Her breast heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any minute as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a calamitous hand over her flavourless flannel bay window and dim satin supporter whack, and pushed them into her Joseph Black French-cut G-string. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, labialize whitened ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet snatch ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque Edward Douglas White Jr. blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular fatal rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one pair of heart that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... to a greater extent than their sizing ... their rut ... their feel ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire young life-time !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the fairly young physical composition girl lick her lips as her green eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our constitution girl Heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."broom replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black dick inches from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely contain his fervor. A virgin fiancée, a fame, and now a stripling ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt no-count she'd never waited to kick in 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 stopcock like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."broom stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a Shirley Temple COCK before ?"

"No !"Scots heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."broom said.

"What color do you think your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big Shirley Temple Black pecker around her."He'll be disgraceful !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Calluna vulgaris smiled.

"Well shop girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the roll in the hay are you waiting for ? I got a big coon gumshoe right hand here with your name on it !"

Calluna vulgaris's young gabardine font lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any boost encouragement. Her war paint kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small Patrick White work force immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, black tool and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how surd and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her balmy pink knife circle the head ... before taking it in her oral cavity and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his finger through the youthful brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her tiny oral fissure. He'd wanted to bonk this piffling sweetie ever since he'd laid oculus on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his dick, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely mindful that Scots heather had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular blackness bodies ... their monstrous disgraceful turncock rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's quick chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the beau ideal of her tit from their dim silken confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor sawbones could bear done a better job. Jessica's tit had a nice cancel mildness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, one shot, beaming white orbs with cockeyed pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big pitch-black hands snaked under her tiny black scanty. The front of the scanty was cut in a French way ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same clip creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observer with its tantalizing propinquity to Jessica's pussy. The rachis of the panties was little Sir Thomas More than a thong ... revealing the smooth White peach of Jessica's perfect one shot ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard Shirley Temple Black dick that were make to enthral her.

Jessica could palpate both of those putz ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her stage ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive pap and kneading her full business firm tits. B-Love's hired hand groped and squeezed her ass, his finger's breadth occasionally slipping into her cunt ... teasing her button ... and those two big melanize cocks ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's dead body trembled ... shook violently ... she her diffuse moan got louder ... louder ... cardsharper ... they turned to shrieking ... scream of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasance past times over her physical structure.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH piece of ass !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... nooky ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you cosset !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your married man ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My pantie aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my lifetime !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful flannel body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no preindication of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television system journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's lead this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all Nox, watching these event unfold on a studio monitor lizard. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for protection reasons."

The photographic camera angle changed and the screen split between the studio apartment anchor desk and an icon of baton McFarland, taken by a photographic camera hidden in the roof of the green room. Billy looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden camera that's capturing his mental image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her lifespan. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that micturate you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under billy goat."Bill McFarland : future tense Cuckold"nightstick could see it on the projection screen in his room.

"block THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree severalise us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your married woman's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is perceivable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid firecracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic small dickie again."

"YOU prick ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE jigaboo ON national television set !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT sorting OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED snapper ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is qualification your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interestingness of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 column inch gruelling, but your impotency means that your hitch at a voiced 3 inches. Can you corroborate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room salvo open and two beefy fatal men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held truncheon still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pant down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's wilted member ...

"THREE in ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the elbow room as the two men through he-goat against a wall, letting him accrue to the floor with his pants around his ankle. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving nightstick still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, valet de chambre, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct compare going !"

A tear screen comparability was put up on the monitor. One shooting was a freeze build of truncheon McFarland's tiny hawkshaw, and the other was a shot 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 ?"Billy McFarland's spokesperson could be heard over the television ... the audio frequency feed to his room still active.

"Hades BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the tidings music director."I'm sorry nightstick, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out loud.

The split CRT screen being broadcast showed billy goat on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with bust and rage. The words ‘ screwing nigger BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his sass. The other incline of the split screen showed his beautiful Caucasian wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two vast nigrify rap stars with huge blacken cocks rubbing against her dim satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging tacit persona from the screen.


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Outside the park elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the lost Elwyn Brooks White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's sound said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a brace of matter. assure her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at base ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her grim Lake Superior respect.

The black stud poker shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the telephone."Is something unseasonable ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to find out the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the effect unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all variety of ridiculous things about you. he tried to recite me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to recount me that you were actually having sex with those black guy cable !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sis's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came house and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music picture clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best voice Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computing device ? Do you still have my credit batting order selective information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"commodity !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just cash register with my credit calling card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her chamber door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the website and log on page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this syllabus tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so crucial ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the here and now I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio apartment, on television camera, and about to be fucked by two extremity of OUR favorite rap group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked sort of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the verity Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to key out the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just sentry !"

Becky was about to fence with her sister when the video-stream finally finished load and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful lily-white diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's cover, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Caucasian skin glowing under the studio apartment Light Within. Two vast black scantling, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy whiten bod between their muscular dark bodies.

The teen Melanerpes erythrocephalus couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY ass GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the noble's epithet in venous blood vessel 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 shocked babe."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the cover charge 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 ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her calculator screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black shaft. Jessica is discovering the the true, dearly sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her estimator screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to Theodore Harold White men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Negroid member will use Jessica McFarland to earn sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married blank woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on bouncy television receiver by thug doorknocker she just met, then world will recognize the true statement. There will be no more still rumors and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that pitch blackness men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big dark cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer concealment."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her mitt to slip down to her crotch and bug out rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite knocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'television letter to Brad, they made me denude down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the hall of the building to find male employees and randomly compare dick sizing between black-market guys and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to leaven that all black guy are as big as those rapper, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to evidence that black men are sexually victor to White men. What do you think of that estimation Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your information processing system filmdom right now ... do you believe that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her slit faster, still staring at massive black hammer on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Edward Douglas White Jr. guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The fateful men on the early hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the activity on her estimator sieve."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so be intimate big ... long and thick ... They aren't hitch like the Theodore Harold White guys I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get HARD fasting ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so dependable in my Andrew Dickson White hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Brigham Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch over ! That's why I gave you my mention wit figure so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her rear as she dug her fingerbreadth deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those video recording !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to take heed their medicine so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to cogitate about sex with black men. They want Theodore Harold White girls like you to see what think about what those big fatal 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 rooster don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and gather the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the isthmus ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her hitchhike absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny adolescent,"Please don't go ! I want to hear to a greater extent !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine part replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her script away from her kitty, almost as if she was afraid that the stud poker on the telephone might take hold of her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to check the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the idiot box screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take tutelage of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both helping hand !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her baby holding a massive lightlessness cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her genitals again, pushed two Caucasian fingerbreadth into her slit, and began vigorously rubbing her small pink clitoris."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the musical theme of your sister with black studs now !"The opprobrious stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your brain about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, seaport't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga prick, don't you girl ? the scantling chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big grim cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her dorsum ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her heart were glued to the screenland ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous inglorious cocks.

"You ever had Negro cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black rooster before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"waiting ?"the scantling laughed cruelly, he sounded almost raging."Don't differentiate me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on miss ?"

"I'm waiting for my special Night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black tool on her computer monitor.

"asshole young woman !"the total darkness man said."Drive your pretty white ass down to the net building. I'll make tonight plenty damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"marriage dark ?"the black macho-man asked."Why wait for a White wedding one day, when you can have a fateful cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so mischievous ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advance of dates over the preceding few yr. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time young lady !"The grim stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the practiced geezerhood of your liveliness waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is lots of fatal cock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiac livid virgin is meant to be a black cock loose woman !"

"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 interracial sex on her computer CRT screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the scantling asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my early big black admirer !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big melanise studs using her Whitney Young flannel body for their sexual delight ... She looked at the computing device concealment and imagined HER brass alternating between those three total darkness peter ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the fateful stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black hammer and rubbing that sweet virgin kitty-cat of yours ?"The macho-man asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big smutty cocks might do to you ... to your middling Stanford White body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairwoman ... on the verge of climax.

"well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to eat up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her helping hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand shaking near her cunt."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the scantling shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big total darkness stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the scantling shouted."You know where your sister industrial plant. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the studhorse said again."Don't worry about your mom ! snitch out and drive down to this studio now and link up me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get bastard Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can consume you virginity with my big black putz !"

"I..I have to give ear up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone of voice. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might render in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud poker said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your thinker, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security department at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you full rushing Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to reach me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, time lag !"Becky said,"I don't know your epithet ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

binding in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of inkiness men and Theodore Harold White men, and get out if all fatal men were endowed like the men of"inkiness Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's hindrance in and see what she's discovered about other white men and smutty men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared disconnected filmdom with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and Forth River between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the newsworthiness desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her hair was messy, there was a piffling bit of dry out cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her gabardine shoulder joint, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. White men varied from about 3 inch to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to accomplish an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a ticket charwoman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly poor !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very magnanimous and had no trouble achieving hard-on. Some of them even had fuss getting their pecker back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their peter until they came, so that their hard-on would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these blackened stud poker have an incredible recovery clock time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly piano again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my tariff as a newsperson sustain me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other Edward Douglas White Jr. women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black turncock are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The mean intemperately contraband turncock was foot foresightful Tom ! No Joseph Black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The photographic camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a tool close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the flooring, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name copper ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of bullshit's tremendous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a char. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always intemperate. His testis are also extremely gravid and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to fuck off constantly, just to keep his life tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... serve ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her affirmation was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please fuzz ... to take over his focus ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her backtalk around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well girl ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't look at too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a retentive time since I had a woman's skin senses !"

"Sounds like a architectural plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the freak, a lilliputian afraid, but her hunger for black dick overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor copper's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would stool her feel to help him ... and how beneficial it would feel to touch the biggest peter she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a with child idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted cop's giant cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his prick above her headland just to get it to point out away from his consistency. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed turkey. She tried to retain it, but her small white mitt didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a handwriting on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third base the size of her whole look. She couldn't stroke him and make his grievous 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 haul of her old-fashioned Edward White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so lots that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her breast were easily a C cup. perfect for what he had in creative thinker. He took one of Sarah's to the full, firm, youthful white mammilla in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so easy !"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 totally load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor Negro giant.

"Aww no missy !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her toned T. H. White second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a luck miss ..."Taurus the 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, elevator my turncock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my soundbox, then you lean on it, and agree it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Bull's prick up, and letting it rest on her breast, between her soft white boob. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his tool pointing straight up between her teat. Then she bent her knee, squatting and standing ... rubbing her trunk along the length of his cock ... She could feel his massive wakeless balls rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, horseshit's pecker tip came close enough to her facial expression that she could snog and lick it.

"Thass goodness young lady !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real number nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscleman in her calf and thigh burn as she taxed them toilsome ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his monolithic calamitous dick. His heavy bootleg balls rubbed against her clitoris as she flexed her pegleg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"fuzz panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so monolithic and unattackable, was able to easily pick up the diminutive blond girl, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her coat of arms up, wrapping them around Bull's duncical black neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their body ... and between Sarah's fully white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his limb, Taurus told her"okey Miss, now hang on ... we gon na actuate fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girl up and down, quick and faster ... rubbing her boob and bay window against his over-grown black pecker, using her soft whitened body as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... gamey ... and lowly ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her flat white belly, and his massive hammer tip right hand in front of her face. All he while, her soft E. B. White tits rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto bullshit's cervix, and instead had to roll her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some variety of perverted carrousel shot glass. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the rotating shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its oestrus on her Caucasian cheeks ... and kissing the soft black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible shakiness in the disgraceful gibe 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 testis and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her climax passed over her young albumen consistence. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasure, as hooligan's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"papal bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A regular geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking black shaft ! Sarah squealed, catching the first-class honours degree blast ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of semen, right in her cheek ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to take back it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the facial expression. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, forehead, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third blast shot up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the roof of the room they were in, and showering the two buff with a reflected blast. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's turncock ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so very much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gluey office !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her information processing system concealment, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful pitch blackness cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette composition girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on filmdom again, this prison term playing with the biggest dick Becky had ever seen in her Thomas Young lifespan. Becky watched in awe as the inconceivable amount of semen poured over her baby's beautiful face ... 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 deal. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick-skulled ..."“ victor to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big fatal cocks ... what they could do to your Edward D. White body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for proceedings, but in reality it could only sustain 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 jail cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in header echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her vesture, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her way ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the sustenance way television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the sustenance room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the tv set screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That phony ! How could she do that ?

Becky's heart 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 notice ... and even if she did notice, there was zip she'd be capable to do about it until dad came dwelling house with the early car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car beginning. By the meter Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to break !

Karen grabbed the headphone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to make out home and pick 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 face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gluey situation !"

"It trusted is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his arse, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the painful press, and he was going to make tinker's damn trusted he got some pussy before he put that black monster back in his bloomers."Thanks for your exciting theme. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"rightfield away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember family line, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would care to invite all the pretty white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottom of the projection screen showing various URL addresses. Many of the epithet obviously indicate they are mixed smut sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first-class honours degree hand observational data. Feel free to visit the Black Phallus website and these early website to find Thomas More information about these exciting event, see TV data, read about the experiences of whiteness cleaning lady who have learned the truth about melanize men, and get hold out where you can contact discreet, clean, and superior opprobrious male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving charge from the a studio technology stall. Watkins smiled into the camera and wheel spoke."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to play you something very extra. For the first time on television anywhere in the existence, you are about to see a ignominious cock penetrate a white fair sex's snatch !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Scots heather the make-up girl. Calluna vulgaris was still on her genu, sucking Big Mike's massive dark cock in her tiny blanched mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too impregnable, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to pull up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for microphone's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a beneficial piddling cock sucker girl, but I need some puss ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

broom's expression of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny grinning and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Theodore Harold White tee shirt over her principal, revealing her beautiful, slender youth body. Her corporation was retentive and categorical, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were belittled and firm, held by a Edward D. White cotton wool bra with down flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his boob tube in incredulity. He'd tuned in this even to watch out Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his ducky female video adept was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his heart were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married Calluna vulgaris's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Scots heather took his hold up name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a shameful man ... and on goggle box ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was 19 ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a hussy ! Not heather mixture !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the indorsement it was offered !

It was Heather's part that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, new body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw broom in a new illumination. He couldn't help but notice how Scots heather's body looked so a lot like her mother's. Heather was lithesome and lithe with pale skin, smallish boob, a tight little ass ... and a huge black cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any Sir Thomas More ... but an attractive, XIX year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilty conscience as his turncock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at dwelling would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Calluna vulgaris moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

ling stroked Big mike's massive blackness cock in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to tug the tight dungaree over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her articulatio genus revealing a pair of nasty snowy pantie, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Heather's panties didn't mate her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't topic though.

Not missing a beatnik, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful black finger into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tatterdemalion fabric was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunet pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"heather mixture moaned and shivered as an sexual climax passed over her Edward Young white body. Never in her life-time ... with any of her fellow ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sentience. Her knees buckled, and she lost her symmetricalness and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the box of the couch's back. Her foundation off the left the floor. Her underdrawers fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed mortise joint. Her hand reached backwards, supporting her weight on the backbone of the couch ... arching her spinal column, causing her young firm breasts to digest up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."broom, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably stimulate any man you want. Are you prepare to give yourself to this black man on television. billion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big mike's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony bridge player on each of Heather's tight white thigh, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's organic structure, supporting her lower vertebral column. The other hand moved down to his hammer, which he pushed up to Heather's petite pink pussy. Big Mike teased Scots heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Calluna vulgaris's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink kitty-cat was spread by the first thickly inch of Big mike's monolithic black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the XIX year old brunette.

"Good Shepherd ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his putz slowly up into Heather's kitty-cat."She's fucking plastered ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"Ladies and man,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action mechanism,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Heather's young white snatch. Some of you may suppose that this will intercept a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a minuscule, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"holy place SHIT !"Her putting surface eye fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"hang in there baby girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slowly. I want to make sure you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his stopcock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Calluna vulgaris's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four in. Gradually her kitty began to tease a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get quick female child !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrusting, Big Mike pushed in an extra 3 inches.

Calluna vulgaris screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's shaft was only a little more than than halfway into her twat. She could actually see a flimsy bulge in her flat Edward D. White tummy, tracing the outline of the colossus making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's hunky-dory babe fille !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his relinquish bridge player, the one covered with Heather's pussy succus, he gently stroked the position pretty young woman's face, leaving a trail of her own fervor running down her brass. He brought his pollex to rest on the girl's pouting grim lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her oral cavity and sucked it clean.

heather mixture stared at the protrusion in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of ebony cock 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 kitty-cat ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her backtalk and his fingers ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth River between his optic to his hammer."eat up it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my young woman !"With that the muscular grim hulk leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the Heather's untried cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, thick inside her kitty. Never in her young spirit had she felt anything like this colossus fateful cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio tv camera panned and scanned over the young constitution lady friend's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking smuggled 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 US !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"Television story has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of ignominious stopcock and go the FIRST EVER cleaning woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big Mike's entire smuggled cock inside heather's lilliputian white pussy ! Heather, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... nooky ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's push. She was barely mindful of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking comparison to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So pitch blackness men's tool are bad and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Joseph Black phallus's claims about black male sexual power are avowedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his aid to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thinking on this a la mode ontogenesis ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular black knocker as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to see Watkins interrogative ... or even notice that her war paint girl was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative sentence Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's orotund black bridge player grabbing her blonde pilus, and jerking her head back, turning her to see ling and Big Mike.

"tone at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the colossus doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a woman ! A Shirley Temple Black MAN'S hammer ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big microphone and Heather, as she felt Shemar's lingua circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot calamitous stopcock rubbing her bare blank thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this former evolution ?"

Jessica stared at Calluna vulgaris and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of Negroid manlike sexual dominance to your atonement ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive ignominious hammer, slamming into Heather's tiny white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their controversy is VERY compel ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"heather is a Pres Young, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those female child would be easily seduced by any reasonably better-looking man. Even a white one. The real trial impression is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY Andrew Dickson White fair sex ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting great power of grim male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde newsworthiness anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that title, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her broad Stanford White breast heaving obscenely.

The two enormous total darkness rapper laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her yearn gabardine branch wide. Her full, milky white breasts heaved from her threatening breathing, her ping nipple were stiff from fervour and tending. Out of the quoin of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"blackness Phallus"will conclude with a especial composition on the sexual mastery of the black male."Joseph Black Phallus"claims that black prick is the summit of the organic evolution of male sexuality. White adult female all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, black turncock. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant blacken male ! black phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my helper, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just aspect at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about fix to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you contrive on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to try or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's declamatory black cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to demonstrate the power and sexual mastery of a big Negro dick by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my have a go at it husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and assay hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this project by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK rooster, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous hammer, which she still stroked in her hired man, `` to shtup my married, white kitty-cat ! These big black studs have to know me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure as shooting that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her hilltop, adopting a mock-serious tonicity.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental black stopcock jutting out inches away from her prone white trunk."I have to see this test through to its finale ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the giant star black stud around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous humanity sucked by the pretty untested make-up assistant."It's my duty as a newsman ! It's the only way we can uncover the whole TRUTH for the spectator at home ! It's the only way to try their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or delusive !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the airwave.

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billy club McFarland watched in the light-green elbow room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

The quarrel mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new row echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big melanize studhorse have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very unbelievable !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you finger about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little skittish, but a more exact Son might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two tremendous disastrous men flanking her ... immense stopcock swaying gently over her glowing white torso."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home will recollect about your ‘ ultimate mental testing'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small Patrick Victor Martindale White handwriting to her groin and rubbed her pussy in time with their accident ...
"I think the viewing audience at home should bump this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Calluna vulgaris and Sarah seem to revel it ! I'm indisputable I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a mental test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her miserable lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant star ignominious stopcock. She matched the time of their solidus with the hired hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them turn up their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young Edward White anchorwoman arch her back and clutch pedal her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her Black person garter-belt and grim nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the endearing blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their title ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on hot television, but that you actually WANT them to have it off you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of contraband male beyond any dark of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be true up, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on home tv ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to shew their claim is dependable ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their ranking black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced black hammer and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to interchange your psyche ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a point to all this ... not cheat on your husband on interior television receiver ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her complete Edward Douglas White Jr. ass off the tail end of the chairwoman, allowing a Shemar's Brobdingnagian black hired hand to force the lacy lightlessness step-in over her wide, childbearing rose hip. In an incredibly aphrodisiacal feat of stunt flying, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her recollective, shapely livid legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle in one tremendous Negro hand, holding her legs together while his early hand tugged her mordant panty up, revealing her dripping blond pussy, over her snow-clad Patrick Victor Martindale White thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on land ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her wooden leg, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to bring view between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's atrocious black cock as its dark purpurate head oozing a boneheaded pearly pre-cum bare inches away from her hungry blonde cunt. She could smell his cum ... its intimate power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more dire for his cock.

"You want this big nigga rooster to lie with you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hip joint gently ... trying to get nearer to B-Love's cock as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"okeh then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a duo of heavy-duty conducting wire cutters."Take you weddin'halo off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up little girl who was still hungrily sucking his duncish black cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding ring from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ringing in one mitt and the wire-cutters in the early, placing the ring between its vane. She started to gouge the cutter's handles.

"bent ON baby ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the intelligence !"

"wrangle ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a piddling ceremony I like to perform with all the marital women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his read/write head in disbelief and shock. What the netherworld had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their man and wife ? Whatever was going through her pass now, she surely couldn't abandon her lovemaking or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to take in with tear-filled heart as his wife recited some sickening, farcical address for the black-market bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to get it on you with this big pitch-black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt uneasy calling he-goat a man, after seeing these rooster compared to his footling babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the lowest Christian Bible"... BED ! ! !"

"My hymeneals vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a dim man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her handwriting up high so that everybody could see the band and the clipping in her hands. The photographic camera moved in, getting a shooting of her face, and her hands holding the clipping and the ring. A gamey thought crossed the sexy Brigham Young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue centre to the camera ... to the consultation ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a pair of incisive steel.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your poor fish halo ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the close logical argument."... I WANT THESE BIG Shirley Temple COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the brilliant cold striation was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the storey.

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The studio erupted in cheerfulness and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the wiped out ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from excitement as she slid the relegate roundabout into its new nursing home, future to Sarah's beautiful gaffer engagement ring. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another linkup in the chain of B-Love's symbolic representation of nigrify office and intimate dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left hands in his big black hand, he raised them to his thick black sass and kissed her now naked ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny E. B. White manpower down over his black organic structure ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling black ab muscle, and resting on his thickset black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga prick, and guide it up to yo'twat !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny white helping hand circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her blazonry out to reach the peter as Charles Herbert Best she could ... her lissom blanched arms squeezed her heaving whitened breast together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of womanly beauty as she pulled his dick closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, get hitched with white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing egg white body ... her milky Edward D. White breasts, her two-dimensional white tummy, her lily-white thigh, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's ravisher until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's consistence ... his broad, sable shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his flagitious twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulging black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her diminutive blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to take a shit her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her preciously white body. She gave one live little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his turncock barely graze her pink pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's rooster headway had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to mail her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up daughter, whose voice could be heard in the ground.

"ass ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... piece of ass ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Scots heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about trade protection. You must realise that bootleg men's sexual magnate isn't limited to attitude, brawn, and dick size. Black men are also very manful ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chance are you'll winde up fraught. That seems not to give been a concern for heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for nestling ? Are you taking any form of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her bobby pin on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his pecker no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the fork of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very male. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As practically as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling white paw. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more forbidding ... threatening ... life-threatening. They had to have on condom ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to verbalize but her mind was so clouded with lustfulness that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to fag out ..."

"Of line I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the English of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his grimace wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delectation as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare ignominious rooster into her unprotected pussycat !

"You want this jigaboo dick bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to reply, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her kitty-cat stretched to adapt the hard, hot cinch of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that cock inside her pussy. It was galvanizing ! Her pussycat felt so full phase of the moon, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her downhearted lip and arching her book binding ... her full White bosom rising in the air ... pink nipple proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a break bit away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG coon cock ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's straight livid belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eating away"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"screwing"-*SLAP* -"safety ! !"

Jessica looked over her organic structure, staring at B-Love's monolithic black putz. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His enceinte black balls rubbed her pussy lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving Stanford White breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that pecker could penetrate her unprotected uterus ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, thick-skulled, and potent that come must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile Stanford White womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black prick suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... blockage ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her palpebra fluttering ... her blue angel eyes still locked on B-Love's massive ignominious cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safe !"

"darn straight squawk !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his stopcock tip along Jessica's cunt brim, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well snitch baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own elephantine cock on Jessica's pouting garden pink oral cavity,"Is that carnival to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no rubber, there ain't no tip in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's dark-brown humanity,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't pipe dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to wear a condom to eff me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful Black hammer and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so good-for-nothing !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more adult the studio view became, the Sir Thomas More Watkins enjoyed playing the part of detached news show anchor."Jessica, are you for sure you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty with the early."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the index of these magnificent Joseph Black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, gripe !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole verity !"

With that statement, the giant pitch-black rapper ceremoniously shoved all dozen inches of his rock-hard blacken turncock deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, mightily thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of joy and painfulness pierced every hallway on that base of the KNEN building, and the speakers of zillion of televisions across America. The tv camera captured every second base of Jessica's ravishing at the hand of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The toughie's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's propagate Edward Douglas White Jr. second joint as the distance of his giant black cock hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's soundbox was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even organise a coherent idea, let entirely words or time. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfect little mouth as a undulation of coming crashed over her organic structure. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's peter sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the last-place. Her blue eyes rolled back and Forth in her fountainhead, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could sense the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot peter penetrating cryptic than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could find the tip of B-Love's peter hitting her cervix ... no dubiety leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his stopcock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also palpate the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her cunt as his cock conquered the deepness of her prolific bloodless womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the exalt video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black cock ... on live idiot box. The camera captured every mo of it ... for programme ... for the net ... and for the argumentation of home TV of the event which E & I would no dubiousness be making available for a bountiful profits. As a fillip, nearby, the sexy little make-up girl was also being taught the power and joy of a contraband cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the fair sex in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to gift him an graspable answer,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO trench ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another binge of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a particular spirit level and entering. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to expect her, and left didactics.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her buttoned-down religious note value had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretense of music telecasting, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to occur to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful grim man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was brainsick ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those mordant men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the survey of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her diminutive white helping hand, while her judgment reeled in upheaval. Her abstruse note value about chastity and married couple were clouded with the storage of her sis's articulation moaning on the headphone, the figure 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 jazz her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone rang causing the adolescent redhead to nearly jump out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the companion male voice said when Becky answered the phone."sword lily you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your Sister and I told the guard duty at the parking lot logic gate to expect you, and who to look for, where to post you, and to let me make love when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door safeguard call in to secernate me you were here. What's improper baby ? Aren't you ready to chip in me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ringing ... the symbolisation of her hope to continue a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just wrick around, go house and pretermit all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sis having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the construction. There she saw a vauntingly, muscular Male soma emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cell sound to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the rivet on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, sinewy black man in the entree, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a job baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't arrive looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black cock deep inside you ... just like your big Sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why turn back now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's earpiece.

"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 speech sound stud said."I'm going to recover a aphrodisiacal clean female child and I'm going to fuck her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girlfriend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home base ... well, there are plenteousness of aphrodisiacal white girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the grim stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her telephone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the room access latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the hold ... and pulled. The interior luminousness and seat belt Bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her studhorse suddenly turn as he saw the brightness level from her car's inside and heard the indicator chime echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and generate me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on subject telly, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up young lady getting fucked by the Black member boys, but his cock needed some tending too. Watkins was proud to be part of this architectural plan, but the stiffening of his own rooster had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female person voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her trunk from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new developing in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to bear. His peter was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR shtup DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorperson desk, revealing the massive extrusion in his lawsuit pant before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER Here AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the untried blonde and bending her over the mainstay desk, facial expression out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own vesture. He simply took spatial relation behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soakage wet panty aside.

"OOH YES passkey !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her pile on the linchpin desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monolithic black hammer into Sarah's dripping blond pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect clean ass upward to take on each of Tom's jolting thrusts. Sarah had had an promulgation to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's peter buried in her tight pink snatch, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the camera moved in towards the anchor desk to insure the activity. The shot on the studio apartment monitor lizard showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's sweating, bare breasts pressed on the open, her round Stanford White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's dim hired man gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her leave flannel torso again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each jabbing, feeling Tom's ebony cinch again stretching the paries of her tight tap cunt. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television system bent in trillion of American living rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could experience was the incredible wizard of ignominious cock airing pleasure through her whole body. All she could see was her reflection in the tv camera lens ... a moderately Edward Douglas White Jr. girl getting fucked from behind by a massive total darkness rivet. All she could try was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's dense black lump against her white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her scantling. Never in her youth liveliness had she imagined a scene of such wanton gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of strain with explicit or indicative lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual range of a function on a television or data processor screen. This wasn't a hot sitting of telephone set sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an mixed orgy less than xv feet away. These were egg white adult female naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big fateful studs. This was her sister… And within the future few arcminute ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black rivet relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a right look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in forepart of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to adjoin her master's prick poke, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter lecture was about to change that.

"This is an charge up act of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slight Edward Douglas White Jr. body."Tonight's fact-finding story on ‘ The unit the true'continues to reveal the amazing seductive temptingness of nigrify males. We have seen here tonight that shameful men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a get hitched with professional. Now you're about to forgather a whiteness teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This Virgin viewer was SO broom up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her estimate on tonight's news report and result. And in an charge up twist, that virgin is the youthful sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she remember of her older babe giving up her virginity so close to her wedding party day ? Let's retrieve 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 mesomorphic black studio apartment crew fellow member. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news show television camera was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the newsworthiness desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a sec to focus on the sight of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"trade good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's platform. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to reply Tom's interrogation, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on television camera ... especially when she was so hornlike ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the view and looked at the floor. She nodded in answer to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a piddling shy about being on television camera, or maybe she's just a short intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more well-situated if you asked her the query. You might have got to do a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his peter thrusts as she tried to answer to his command, forcing her to try and stifle her moans enough to mouth clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The question are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink lingua 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 eyeglasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her infant sister,"Had you ever get a line of Black genus Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her Sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a piece now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet simulated scolding from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually denotative lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a spiritual family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"goodness ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black person member ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the turgid black man that was fucking her babe. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the reasonably red-haired virgin while he thrust his vast black pecker into her baby's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's optic widened.

"That's better fille, there's those pretty blueing eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her regard, ineffectual to look Watkins in the eye. Her eye met her baby's.

"What about ….your champion at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming wandering."Are they concern in Shirley Temple Black phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her early Friend from shoal would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if reading material Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next motion."Are your friends watching this display ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. lamb Godhead, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmise so."Becky said, trying to vary the subject."They…they'd probably be really concerned in meeting blackamoor Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's Negro cock slamming deeper into her pussycat."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his yard while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue blue jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffectual to go along her inquiry."Do you or your Quaker date contraband hombre ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her centre on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to reckon up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to bottom Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her raw, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting Thomas More than her soul penetrated by the hulking fateful ‘ anchor ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG black peter ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's quiver, naked white body. The virgin 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 shag so intently. He decided to give her a slight something more to calculate at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick bleak putz from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her rachis. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, unfluctuating white breasts with his big black hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink mamilla before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long lily-white leg. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black putz on Sarah's two-dimensional Elwyn Brooks White breadbasket, its length nearly reaching her belly push.

Becky's big blue eye lit up with obvious agitation when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch blacken prick clearly for the inaugural clip. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full distance of his thick, ebony rod into her baby's lilliputian blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! fuck ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA hammer ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your reply."Why was it that you and your Friend aren't dating grim boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a skanky grinning, stared at the massive pitch blackness cock slamming her sis's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep back him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his doubt."Well, maybe this night's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating opprobrious men and further them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your babe just came, but I'm still fucking her. In accession to our Lake Superior sizing, blacken men Lake Superior staying power as well. The gentlewoman in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this starting time hand… ALL of the ma'am in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the immature Aythya americana. She shivered and said cipher.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her baby."Did you see your sister's news report and become interested in doing your own research into the number ?"

"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 earphone 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 driving force so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her spirit, and told that she should stay a Virgo until wedlock. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would turn a loss her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she retrieve of the fact that your babe, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her grim lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At low gear ..."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 enquiry."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your Sister ravished by Black men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't date grim boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his instruction with time grunts and cock poke, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on TV, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't assist but stare.

"So recite me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you call back of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins prick thrusting in and out of her former sis's pussy, just a few understructure away, Sarah's White person soundbox slick with travail and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lightness. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in meter with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a filthy sinister rap group like ‘ blackamoor phallus'know that you were watching this syllabus tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the inept moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his query."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the commencement place ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her Black headphone friend. He was so fine-looking. All the Joseph Black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to descend to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to total and political party with inkiness member ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise gang"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbol 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 arrest you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here this evening ... I would be tempted demote my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to give away 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 nerves was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the Bible that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge black stopcock out of Sarah's twat for spectacular event, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more enticing than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her Sister."You've shown tonight that no fair sex can baulk contraband men. Jessica McFarland ... that makeup girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this night ... it's reliable. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that sinister cock would make you succumb to intimate enticement, why would you arrive here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's mastermind dubiousness and staring at his big black turncock is it penetrated her babe again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a bang-up weight unit had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a pitch-black man !"

Becky slipped the promise band from her fingerbreadth and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen Black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the clitoris of her jean, shimming her pelvis and letting the tight blueness denim consortium around her ankle joint. The fairly red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted Patrick White tee. The black scantling in the crew whistled at her as she released her retentive red whisker from its girlish pony tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so unquiet to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her Sister, her phone friend, and the Negro member rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the statement tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the video and the incredible effect melanize men have on lily-white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The Whole trueness ! Black Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of U.S. to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the tv camera trained on her expression. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black earphone Quaker and grabbed one of his big pitch-dark hands in both of her bantam white ones, inviting him closer.

The buirdly smuggled security safeguard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His sinewy black men grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open 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 shattered stiff of her tee shirt."It's finally going to fall out ! Do you hear that USA ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to fall back my virginity to a big blackness man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the dick plowing her cunt and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of effect !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman."Tonight's fact-finding report on ‘ The Whole Sojourner Truth'continues to reveal the astonish seductive allurement of ignominious males. We have seen here tonight that black men are able of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually receive adolescent, and a hook up with professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing this night's program in the consolation of her own abode. This Virgin watcher, the baby of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so confident and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the express role of giving her virginity to a bleak man that she met just 60 minutes ago over the telephony ! Further, wants to this publicly on live TV. KNEN is proud to again micturate broadcasting history by being the starting time news program to ever to air the live deflowering of a pin-up ovalbumin virgin by a fatal male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell still and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some newsworthiness from the manager's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin stripling,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the aliveness room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and forefather are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and end their daughter from fucking a melanise stud on national tv. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split CRT screen of the one-half nude Beck and the fertilization room where her parents were being kept. The photographic camera showed a clear image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her bosomy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your in effect face !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"goodness !"Becky huffed.

"Why skilful ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't precaution who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO significant, 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 spirit baby dame !"her big blackened ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to hold on me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid melodic theme !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an chance for an concern journalistic investigating. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually participating young cleaning lady, and a Virgo the Virgin are all bequeath to hand themselves to blackamoor men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the melodic theme that their daughter will service only Negroid men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in directly competition with the note value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to keep their Virgo the Virgin girl from giving herself to a inkiness stud poker ? Or will she actually let this monstrous smuggled cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for age of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the debase thought."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"ma'am and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is beam Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger girl risks the same fate. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convert you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make sure as shooting you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here babe !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new supporter led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black security guard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - part fifteen : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen davenport sat on the sofa in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband frankfurter paced back and forth like a caged brute. The worried white married woman and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water out of the grooming room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and Forth, the consequence of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her new daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony television on goggle box, 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. blackened rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the household, and Karen was afraid she'd semen to the TV studio apartment to join her sister in the depravation. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to traverse. While watching her daughter debase herself with Negroid men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the stopping point twenty-odd years told Karen it was damage, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these inglorious men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her immature daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her keys and sneak out of the theatre, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to reckon her daughter in the eye again ? How could she narrate her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her second bottleful of water, and started a third gear. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only heighten the disgraceful feelings she'd been suppressing.

dog Davenport was maddened about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that Nox. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless calamitous thugs on alive television. Worse, Karenic told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to fall in her baby. Frank picked Karen up at the star sign and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the construction and demanding to see Sarah. The security guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was black-and-blue, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the wholly ordeal. Their lone consolation up until this gunpoint was that they had seen no mark of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to preclude her from joining her sis's corruption after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the threshold when they heard it unlock. A security precaution stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The safeguard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on video. We're here to finish it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The guard duty opened the door wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the way.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the tush of this ! cum along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a here and now, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those mordant men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on terra firma had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could consume told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that frankfurter come pick her up first so that she could explicate to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the cause ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by black men on television ... the foreplay she had not dared mention 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 ridiculous darling !"Davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brassy as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your bread and butter !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will go on to you if I leave you alone in this elbow room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the protection guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio room access, and opened them astray. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security 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 !"

Karenic looked at the safeguard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his scuttlebutt meant, she heard her hubby cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by strong-armer, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dear GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked white cleaning woman, on all fours, covered in effort and semen being mercilessly ravished by some pitch-black strong-armer in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

hotdog's rage got the intimately of him. He attempted to rush the degree, but found himself restrained by two muscular inglorious security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the sentry go,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt lost next to the huge fatal 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 debasement. Suddenly, wiener remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her oculus as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to harbor his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to crusade his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her hubby."You said you needed my support… if you didn't require me here, you should have left me at home base !"Karen pushed past her married man and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the quite a little of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the tidings ground tackle desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the level. It rolled out of the studio just before the security measure guard closed the door with a coarse metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mum shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular bootleg animal had his way with her in front of a camera. The Davenports, so lost with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even risky vista forty metrical foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up young woman were thrashing and squealing in Adam as their three black fan ravished their beautiful white consistence in forepart of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular contraband studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another white char that they would be able to fuck with their big total darkness cocks into the wee minute of the morn ! The Davenport didn't bill that one of the news camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, floor white-hot typeface. The camera captured Karenic's wide teal eyes and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pale face, framed by her electric shock of red hairsbreadth, was Patrick Victor Martindale White as a sheet.

"Lady and gentlemen, there has been a limited development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless poke into Sarah Davenport's slender whiteness body."We are take just been joined by some unexpected invitee. Sarah, would you delight put in our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a s to focus on the vision of her mother standing near the studio incoming."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the dismayed materialistic housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to resolve before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her center met Watkin's dark eyes. His eye seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his dead body bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black scantling's amazing human body. Her center immediately focused on his tremendous ebony pectoral sinew. unable to avail herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the grim stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscle musculus as they smacked against the radiance white curves of a white char's tail ... Karen suddenly shook her mind, forcing herself to think that the flannel ass she was staring at belonged to her old girl ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a Virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big teal eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hip joint.

"well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okey whiteboy, your act, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on hold up television and being fucked by a large black man in front line of her mother and Fatherhood !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an response to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathise how Sarah could carry like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virginal one day, to such unblushing behavior the following ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's conduct, but was even more discombobulate by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that black cocksucker on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in station, almost hyperventilating, her broad bosom strained at the blouse that barely managed to obliterate them. Now, with the olfactory perception of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even address as she looked into her daughter's calmness green eye.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her forefather as she continued playing the office of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you have in mind ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to quit fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that terminology !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop screwing"Sarah shouted emphatically"this blackened man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his contention,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little tardily to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ preciously gift'in such a cavalier style. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a Black person 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 give-and-take while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a fiddling late to concern about that with me. Of track ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my child ?"

"She's here all right hand, and cook to give up her virginity to a big smutty stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of form, you can use your amazing king of persuasion to win over her to continue saving herself for union ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's meat sank when he saw the informant of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh beloved God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short Edward White bridal embryonic membrane, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her polishing ‘ purity'gang. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her bootleg rivet. He too was naked, apart from a white shoe collar and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a pasquinade of a bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the fit. Mrs Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't avail but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an rear ten inches, and as duncical as her wrist. A camera pulled back to pick up the picture of the black stud and the beautiful livid teenager walking past her mother and over to the lynchpin desk, taking a place by her sis.

The Shirley Temple crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified founding father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the only mass in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her admirer back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hired hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new Friend's massive erect blacken cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black cock in her daughter's flyspeck Edward White manus."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

weenie davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these maniac !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard calamitous peter while she spoke to her Father."This temptation is SO secure ! You have no melodic theme HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to kick in up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the class, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll tryout that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins input,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new black-market masters !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"stopover referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would experience given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a hallowed vow and that means…"

"nothing !"Becky said"The just ground I'm wearing this annulus is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my fingerbreadth while I stroked this big opprobrious rooster ! The ONLY grounds I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise band means cypher to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you imagine you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White script as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, firm, egg white breast. His long black pecker slid upwards, the light beam rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her beginner as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it finger ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my bosom feel warm when he cups them and press them !"

"Rebecca… please cease !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first-class honours degree cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black hammer in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it finger ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and tough, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my pot ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her genu in front line of her fan, until her face was inches from his rooster !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the abdomen as he watched his girl's vestal backtalk kiss the tip of the bombastic black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her rima oris and engulfed as practically of the thick black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of black pecker while her Church Father and female parent watched and the tv camera zoomed in.

"How does it smack Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the Best matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to shag !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big contraband turncock in her mitt."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 unruffled that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar feel on her boldness. Karen had the same dazed feel on her face that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the idiot box screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay daddy, you have a peck. If mom can recite me that this is legal injury, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so indisputable about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his wife. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were full and locked on the massive black cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his venter,"Say something ! I need your funding !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive shameful cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and wait to get married some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of track it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, voiceless, lightlessness stopcock in my hand 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 awry ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her manpower drifted to her royal purple blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The odour of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment luminousness was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The short touch of her own fingerbreadth felt incredible. Even the swither beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The Venus's curse of X and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her daughter's Holy Writ echoed over and over in her creative thinker. Was it haywire ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"frank davenport cried to his mute married woman,"Savior, say something, I need your keep here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she wrong to desire to take that big black cock of his into her piddling clean pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It surely doesn't FUCKING flavour wrongfulness ! Is it incorrectly for Becky ? Should she turn back ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karenic stammered. She wanted to distinguish them to hold back, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservativist. She'd never told her girl about her uncivilized Clarence Day. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very wanton ... always looking for making love from any man that seemed matter to. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously well-endowed figure. She was at her barbarian in college, when she met a shiny unseasoned theology John Major. He had shown her true up love and the erroneous belief of her sluttish ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost year'of promiscuity ... Never again would she appropriate sexual desire pattern her biography like it did when she was Brigham Young. Once she had found the true way of life, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karenic davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous twenty-four hour period. 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 hubby. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the shaft in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with luxuria and outlook. Becky was naked, on her genu with that grievous grim cock in her hand… the monstrous stopcock that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's boob heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pinko with stress and excitement. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll discontinue too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the post."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one picayune word ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnify groan to get attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quaternary for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's optic were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's eye. Unconsciously, Karen took two footstep forward, towards her girl and the tidings desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this find. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me afford my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye touch just in time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her blackamoor he-man's hammer a hanker, exaggerate lick with her little pink knife 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 father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to fall in us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big dark cock in her hired man."That would be wondrous ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll passion it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get finisher to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can conceive for herself ! What do you believe mom ? Do you believe its wrong ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a sinewy script that grabbed his shoulder from buttocks. The turgid black security department guard duty that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge shameful guard walked around and stood to one slope of Mrs Davenport. The safety device made no endeavour to match or influence Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU recall mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to imprint the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not follow out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's headway was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the snowy women in the other part of the studio… and all the inkiness men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral living. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing Thomas More to discontinue this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to coerce her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you conceive ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful boldness, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing oriental alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck opening, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karenic rested a trembling white bridge player on her chest, her breast heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble Andrew Dickson White fingerbreadth began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her vocalisation became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to prompt towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his sinewy dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging pitch-dark biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A sinewy black studio apartment crew extremity, watched the bedevil bloodless wife intently and, taking his cue from the security department safety, began shedding his own wear. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two black men near two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular blacken chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio ignitor. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's deal to the buttons and zippers on their trouser, and down to the whale bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redheader was staring at his fork, the security system safeguard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment knock pull his trouser downward. The sentry go's gasp fell to the storey with a tawdry clatter, revealing an obscene swelling pointing from his pugilist, straining at the thin fabric. The early dim stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large jut. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one whole step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse release flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample Patrick White cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The Shirley Temple Black security guard duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge contraband billystick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her bluish green eyes wide with marvel as she stared at the two biggest, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their threatening size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! dearest GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman train such monstrous male members inside their torso ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"weenie whimpered, hoping to pull his married woman's attending from the obscenely large black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for wiener, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how practically expectant these bootleg men's phallus were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even respond to his Call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these bleak men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were Sir Thomas More than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of it of the man that was inside her right hand at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so loose !

Karen looked at her unseasoned girl, Becky, and the size of the fatal penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to admit her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored question of the shameful penis in her manus."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that present moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black phallus that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge black penises that were so much longer and deep than her married man's penis… Two Black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge melanize penis like the 1 that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you reckon ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you believe mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your sire ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glimpse back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to front the two muscular black men watching her. They looked surefooted and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard smuggled dick that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her external respiration became shoal and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to warp prominently, as if trying to break unloose from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one paw on her heave, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other hand up to the backrest of her neck and rubbing it. The button-down wife and mother could feel a herculean sensation of oestrus spreading over her body, a marked fervour she'd not felt in eld. She used to have sex sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed capable to keep up with her. He was as conservativist and traditional in the chamber as he was in his day-by-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her torso. Still, he was stalls and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban lifespan. Now, seeing those big black cock pointed at her, seeing the way cock like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up gender was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's busty consistence trembled all over, her pretty White face and copious cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too lots for her to take over any longer. Karen's tranquility ‘ PTA wife'modesty finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... loss TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another s's vacillation, the voluptuous red-haired woman of the house suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to let on her monolithic creamy tit barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE screw OF MY lifetime ! !

A cheerfulness went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's purpose collapsed and she declared herself make to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Theodore Harold White wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her Negro lover's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL right field, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky ovalbumin shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to guide her eyes off the crewmember's and safety device's immense rooster, barely able to deal her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the level."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting way ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can fend these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to baulk these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble ashen fingers quickly unbuttoned her Joseph Black quag. One of the studio apartment cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plenteous curve of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton conduct being broadcast into century of yard of base, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were citizenry she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book nine, the snobby teacher at the prep schooling where she worked and Becky attended classes, the mommy of the other students…Oh God… the other student ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two mordant cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the earthly concern and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in strawman of her husband, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the smooth, pear-shaped bend of her full, but firm, Edward White ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her drawers spend down her smooth white legs, and forcing her flaccid, copious Theodore Harold White breasts to reach against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an quick effect on her audience.

"Awwww fuck !"The black security department sentry duty groaned."facial expression at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"jack !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too often adult female for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for total darkness rooster ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental opprobrious cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her sonsy soundbox now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. shaking, the busty wife and mother drew a bass intimation, then cupped her bosom before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy bloodless skin practically glowed under the hopeful studio sparkle, making the curvaceous redhead flavor like some kind of shimmering White person goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no Sir Thomas More sentence, the two smuggled men instrumental in the housewife's conquest descended upon her to claim their loot. Each of the naked black titan took a place on either side of Mrs. Karenic davenport, the camera crapulence in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate muscularity and Karen's creamy White tegument. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large Black person cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large contraband bridge player more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every gentle Stanford White curve of her stacked married body.

The security safety device groped Karen's large livid breasts in his powerful black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's operose milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her rear tap mamilla. Mrs Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so sensitive, and this blackness man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black psyche as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other face and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white-hot ass with one manus and tugging gently at her lacy pantie with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her oral fissure deeply. Dropping her free hand to her side of meat, Karen found his stiff inkiness hammer rubbing against her ass and grabbed time lag of the throbbing black penis. For the get-go time, Karen davenport found herself touching a inkiness rooster, feeling its oestrus, hardness, cinch, and LENGTH in her script.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH giving than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY torso was BUILT for lightlessness cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, second ! Our daughter are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only innate. 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 barbaric years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her barbaric years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the phallus she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big sinister dick that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two Shirley Temple studhorse that now flanked her nearly-naked trunk. The big dark COCKS that the former disastrous men were putting into her girl'young blanched eubstance ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hand. She dropped her other hired hand down from the surety guard's neck opening, down to his rock hard Negro cock that was poking at her flat Patrick Victor Martindale White potbelly ... She grasped it in her paw, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black putz in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her stifle ... as she did then and there between her two inglorious scantling ...

Never before had she so wanted to conduct something into her sass as she did the huge black hammer that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life fashion didn't have a supplicant !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two au naturel studs grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karenic, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her genu between the two disgraceful thugs with their Brobdingnagian black dick in her petite Edward White deal."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at frank Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her articulatio genus before him, her right hired man holding the security guard's prick, her left script holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring refulgence as she pumped his farseeing Negroid quill."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY NIGGA tool trollop ! LOOK YOUR married man RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her odd hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her digit. She then leaned forward, opened her backtalk, looked across the elbow room and directly into her hubby's centre, and took a black man's dick into her mouth for the first time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, bout of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his aspect as he watched his beautiful livid wife eagerly and hungrily start to suck the crewmember's prick ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her principal bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black-market dick, every slurping phone she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, fall guy !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S sucking MY nigger shaft ! HA HA ! ! fuck YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security department guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's webbed white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her to the full, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big risque oculus wide-cut with stupor."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's dick, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karenic's clayey white breasts in his great black paw."I GOT TO fucking THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! ass MY titty ! I WANT TO tone YOUR HOT Negro COCK BETWEEN MY nipple !"

"Karen ! JESUS !"Mr. davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the base, cupping her Brobdingnagian, heaving whitened tit, inviting the Joseph Black security guard duty to slither his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his deal on hers, the Negro safety device guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long black irradiation. He then began to thrust, rocking his hips back and Forth River, flexing his hefty black ass as he began fucking the clean wife's copious cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in captivation as the guard's shining Shirley Temple cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to pee a game of playfully trying to view the tip of the guard's Shirley Temple Black shaft in her mouthpiece each meter it reached its apex. The sentry duty's putz was so long that, even as magnanimous as Karenic's breasts were, his shaft nous remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD darn !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."shag THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE nookie A swarm ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"ilk THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my knocker, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was gross. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dear,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his tool's head against her lips. Karenic quickly opened all-embracing, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long pitch-dark cock in her rima oris. However, with her handwriting held in office by the security safeguard fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so a good deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to love her mouthpiece with deep, debate thrust. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in soundless repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three clock time the size of his own. He had ceased making any try to dissent or intervene with her or the men's natural action, let alone the actions of the early two dim men that were defiling his girl. All he was able to do at that detail was point of view there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a actual man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the disgraceful crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio camera catching every second of the wife's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screeching as she watched her female parent sucking two black cocks. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a digit to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"dame and gentleman's gentleman, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome office of blackness male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a T. H. White teenage virgin, her married female parent, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news ... an wind up development in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera snap cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetie, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, clam naked and being fucked hard by the muscular blackened goon rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee board in the middle of the consultation set, the hulking blackened doorknocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white legs. One of the other knocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's caput, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but brawny, total darkness degree hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogation playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black member ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of melanize manful intimate mastery, compelled to disavow your matrimony, and be fucked by the mathematical group's lead vocalizer on experience television system. Can you sacrifice us an update on your site ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black weapons system around her bloodless eubstance and pulling her conclusion. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the table, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black pelvic arch as he knelt at the end of the mesa. Jessica wrapped her slender whiten munition around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black-market chest pressing against her soft white chest. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a round, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you chip in us and update. It looks like you're changing placement. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the maiden clock time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arm still wrapped around B-Love's powerful shameful vertebral column. 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 munition still wrapped around Jessica's body, his brawny black custody cupping her bare gabardine ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white torso on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."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 fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to know me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO nookie ME AT THE Same prison term ! ! B-LOVE IS sledding TO dungeon fuck MY slit ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... loss ... HE'S departure ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how dear B-Love's massive fateful peter felt in her pussycat ... the thinking of Shemar taking her ass at the Saame clip was even more arouse !"OH GOD YES ! I'M going TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK prick ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's rooster .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue centre widened as she felt Shemar's fat smuggled cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her petite arse. She'd never let Billy sleep together her ass before ... but now she was on telly with a big total darkness man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him bang her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her school principal and licked Shemar's typeface, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget blond pussy ask he kissed her total Caucasian knocker with his loggerheaded black lips.

Big microphone stared at the scenery that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking broom the make-up young woman. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being duplicate penetrated by his two fellow knocker'massive Joseph Black prick, combined with the Sweet tightness of Heather's pink pussy, was too much for the muscular Shirley Temple heavyweight to bear. He quickened his thrusting as he felt his heavy Black person glob tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his duncish black cock.

Heather Christensen's eye widened as she felt the torrent of potent seed shooting thick inside her womb. Another coming overtook the young brunette and, with one final shrieking of delectation, she passed out, slumped over the frame with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive bleak cock. He was still John Rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind chick. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting tool from ling's snatch and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the lounge, his monumental black cock still shooting thick circle of sticky cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and turned her straits to confront his stopcock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's helping hand ... slipperiness with his and heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the refulgent blonde's head with his give up mitt. The radiant blonde married woman smiled sweetly before opening spacious. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's subject, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of duncish smuggled dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monolithic bleak cock in every opening that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a I, incessant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her early manus braced herself against the back of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the handheld microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big coon fuckin yo'all right Edward Douglas White Jr. ass at once ?"Big microphone slipped his dick from Jessica's mouth to set aside her to suffice the inquiry. Her mouth devoid of Big microphone's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of shameful prick that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, pitch-black, microphone to Jessica's moaning rima oris. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her oculus half-closed, opened her oral fissure wide-cut as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her oral cavity. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another Negro cock. The doorknocker and studio bunch laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back figure Jessica's hungry mouth and brought it to rest beside his erect pecker. As large as the black mike was, Big mike's dick was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... screw ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless white body, her alabaster skin glowing with perspiration and love ... and the two massive brawny blackness bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female shape. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was sleek with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the admonisher as she opened her oral cavity and allowed Big Mike to slip his cock back between her easy pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black handwriting gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick black shaft up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spread ovalbumin thighs as he thrust his ebony lance in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her dead body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an 60 minutes ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless clock time ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his arduous, mean case smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A bally machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick cock continued to slither in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard pitch blackness shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her get hitched with Patrick Victor Martindale White uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant body politic of sexual climax. What was more, having her torso filled with black cock didn't just finger amazing, it felt right. Letting these black men fuck her like this on springy television was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her calling ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black cocks having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a fornicatress for black cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED USA to see her. She WANTED United States of America to know the Truth about black men, and this was the best way. She looked into the television camera, knowing that USA was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the shtup, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, beef ?"Big microphone teased, handing Jessica the mike, but continued fucking her oral fissure even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for several seconds before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the Stanford White anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... ass 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 clock time with the new, harder thrusts. She could finger Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU tactile property MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY egg white ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA germ, beef ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE cunt UP WITH MY BLACK sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A woman of the street FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigger CUM DEEP interior YOU ! wait INTO THAT piece of tail tv camera AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so reliable ! She raised the microphone to her oral fissure and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT nigga SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronicity. B-Love would lunge in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would agitate in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy More and Sir Thomas More ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm body-build in high spirits and higher. It would be more mightily than any of the sexual climax they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more pressing, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from replete to empty to wide-cut again and again. Her trunk began to tremble visibly. Her full white breasts bounced obscenely on her slim ovalbumin physical body as the two monolithic black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"here IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR pussy ! I'M expiration TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Edward Douglas White Jr., FERTILE womb WITH MY NASTY HOT spade CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to fool away my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their footstep quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive Negroid balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... commence to shrivel ... his shaft began to twinge and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life story of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's pecker, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY oral cavity WHILE THEY nooky MY twat AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG nigger COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive Joseph Black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their sable cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's tool only to pant for air, and shout out encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffling up girl, still lying on the floor where Big mike left her, groggily opened her optic. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the vitiate interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a sting of jealousy when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the vista immediately reawakened her lust and the paw she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide out it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her knocker and shamelessly masturbating with both mitt while she watched her pretty blonde political boss get fucked by the three black doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Scots heather wanted a big melanise cock in her kitty again, Mike's big calamitous cock, so she stood up and walked over to mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her political boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't oblivious to heather mixture's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the bantam brunet magical spell. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around ling's lithesome white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the oral cavity, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his balls tighten and his rooster Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to skip and flip in her ass, the Lapp way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement construction with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big mike was cumming ... they were all going to blow up at once ... and the issue was being captured on camera and program for all of America 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 white soundbox shaking violently as she felt the first powerful jets of hot smutty cum blasting her mouth, ass, and kitty simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the valued fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his rooster, filling Jessica's ass with the same ardent making love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married kitty with his potent semen. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep jab, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the white squawk up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, embarrassing cum coating the inside of her fertile white womb. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thinking made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white boldness and wild blonde with thick jets of pearly ejaculate. The knocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's outdoors oral fissure, allowing the cock-hungry adulteress to drink as practically of his gooey hot wad as she could before his dick slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's powerful black arms. ling dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her knees and took the stillness spurting dark turncock into her thirsty livid mouth !

"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 headache daughter, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can address tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the Charles Herbert Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT gripe ! !"Shemar shouted.

"Black MEN ARE THE Best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right cunt ! Tell US !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to USA for not telling the true statement ! feeling INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. weeping welled in her big Amytal heart as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure passing over her consistence."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE high quality OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR pecker ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE Negroid hammer ! Joseph Black male sexual superiority 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 previous calm, smooth whole tone to contrast B-Love's exclamatory bellowing."I'm sword lily you've accepted the true statement, but what about baton ? Surely you must have some blend emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here optic glancing over at Big Mike's cock, column inch from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely obscure. Her head word was so swimming with luxuria that she had forgotten her husband's gens.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the thing baby, did we fuck you so unspoilt that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a jape."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black hammer, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national television ? You loved each other for a hanker time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, he-goat !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Joseph Black rapper on hot video. Betraying her wedding vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. truncheon seemed like a distant retentivity from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new reality for the first-class honours degree time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's doubtfulness, 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 union vows mean nix compared to blackened hammer ! This torso belongs to black-market men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our lifelike masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to assist black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every charwoman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All fair sex deserve black cock ! All Black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. fellowship don't topic. Only big black rooster matter !"

"What about ilk mother and daughter at the Same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport charwoman on the other side of meat of the studio."You think jigaboo should have it off mothers and their girl at the same sentence ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should resign to dim male sexual great power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"goodness TO HEAR gripe !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's slit, cum still spurting from his prick. He let his cum atomizer over Jessica's naked Andrew Dickson White eubstance, splattering her heaving white tit, pretty white face, and sleek blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it serious and clean bitch"he said"I want it dainty and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... hold, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the result that had been unfolding on the early side of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her Sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to turn back it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to fall behind his Virgo the Virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young Melanerpes erythrocephalus on her knees, sucking a pitch blackness man's tool. Nearby, an former, busty redhead was on her knees between two melanise men, while a egg white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the entirely fellowship ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's stopcock.

"That's how Negroid Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those kick while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her low-pitched lip."I ... want ... more blackness cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your whitened pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her lip and hungrily sucking the sticky lily-white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big Amytal eyes up to gather the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a slurred lump of pearly white ejaculate slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role seventeen : JESSICA consultation Mrs. davenport


At eight o'clock one Night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a have a go at it wife who was sitting down to audience three controversial black rappers for a resilient pay-per-view television and internet program. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three Joseph Black rappers, along with her personal supporter and a studio makeup girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the outdoors primal area of her news set toward her backbone desk, every seductive jive of her ass and white meat captured by the studio's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized concealment that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that Nox, some footage was of Jessica and broom from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right on before her very eyes.

Earlier that Night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Negro penis'rap group at one end of the with child studio set, the mathematical group's agent Tom Watkins had taken ascendency of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's two dozen year old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the preceding year. Sarah was religious, and very bourgeois. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of Negro cock and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another blackened macho-man standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black cock stroked and sucked by a pretty Brigham Young redhead wearing goose egg but a little translucent white embryonic membrane swept behind her school principal. In front of the word desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the flooring between two more black macho-man. The two men were groping and fondling the fair sex's copious white boob while she stroked and sucked their throb ebony tree rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the ‘ lightlessness Phallus'rap chemical group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the redheader's mouth to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired lulu from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's baby Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her mo earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own middle. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap grouping that Jessica was scheduled to interview that dark. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound luxuria for black prick that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to turn a loss her virginity to a black man on hot telecasting ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ risk'their young daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black peter in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby electric chair and forced to observe as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to black peter before his eyes and the KNEN network television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"Black Phallus"rap radical, had already walked over to take over the post.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rapper, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The photographic camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to prove Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked bloodless organic structure with his muscular pitch blackness hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black penis.

"OH GOD nookie YES ! !"The blonde moaned in rapture as her married Patrick White pussy was once again penetrated by a long, wooden-headed, dark-brown rooster. She braced her petite white work force on the glass desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's jet black humanity, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The mentation occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into United States's homes, only this prison term she was nude and being fucked by a muscular dark rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled down in the mouth eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her practiced on-air presentation vocalism, she spoke.

"trade good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is love AMAZING !"

As the laughter of respective black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the tidings desk was joined by two to a greater extent members. Heather and Big microphone had been on the other side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the passably brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot slight cocksucker, but at the same time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to company with just one lady friend. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from arse. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still forgetful to the soundless communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his cock out of ling's mouthpiece, picked the slender brunet up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to tidings desk. Mike sat the nude brunette war paint girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's center widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blonde hair was matted with swither, Strand of it sticking to her au naturel back. Her squiffy, round, white ass shook with every driving force she took from Watkins. Then Heather's heart rose over Watkins muscular contraband abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told ling,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."ling began to protest, but mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."ling continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell unsounded, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, helping hand plane against Calluna vulgaris's soft ashen breast and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big blackened putz across her flat bloodless belly twice, like a baseball thespian tapping habitation with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink pussy with one, merciless poking before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT cunt ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in transport."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't take on it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in discombobulation as she felt Watkins's tool slick from her twat. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her rose hip. The blonde gasped in surprise as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The doorknocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive bleak hired hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The titan fatal rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender whiteness frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in muted awe as she brought one of her flyspeck Edward Douglas White Jr. hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his unsubtle berm, and ran down his broad bbl chest. Her somewhat optic widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her stark Caucasian thigh. She grasped the al-Qaida of the doorknocker's cock in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her pegleg wide, allowing Big Mike easy access to her pussy. Big mike grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his farseeing thick-skulled bleak peter deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to fulfill you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small blank hands over Big microphone's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his consistency as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so conciliate with Heather.

"aspect at that, cunt !"Watkins mocked the constitution female child as he fucked her hard."flavor like your boy Big microphone found a new girl to bonk ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A SLUT for black COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her hip to match her new buff's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK dick slut BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up miss."DO YOU erotic love MY BIG Negro COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG blackamoor COCK !"

"YOU'RE A Black person hammer WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her slit with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black COCK fancy woman !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR blackamoor hammer ! !"

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ling Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on hot television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the bit he saw Heather base on balls onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from Scots heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to vex about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even More worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Scots heather wake up up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his wife, heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black 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 turn for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure enough about this guy. Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorperson but who seemed to Bob to be just as a great deal of a thug as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorperson'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the only clause of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her supple E. B. White body glowed with sudor as she arched her back to correspond his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown whisker was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasance as this black anchorperson's'big helping hand roamed all over her thin Andrew Dickson White organic structure ... and as his enormous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Heather with interrogative, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black rooster loose woman ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."broom gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her offspring pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the curvy red-header mother of two on her stifle, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will hail over one night. We'll have a prissy kinsperson dinner. Then we'll screw you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"ling giggled."His public figure 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'married woman ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would record up and get it on heather and her mother rightfulness in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that nighttime. number one, she arrived family to find her vernal daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic telly presentation that purported to be a news show political platform. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult computer program as her previous daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live video, being ravished by a group of rapacious opprobrious hood ! Karen had been so distracted by the mint that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to aim to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come pickaxe he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their untested girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in meter to keep her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate power of the Joseph Black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to stand the twit of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the vast pitch-black cocks in the way, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lustfulness and ripped afford her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the inwardness of the news set, twenty groundwork from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own pitch blackness lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underclothing and knelt between a smutty stage technician and a black security safety device. As her appall husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two rivet's massive Shirley Temple Black cocks 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 good turn fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new admirer, a 3rd black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style shades with pensive lens system, and an ornate Au neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how practically bounteous this new stud poker was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was openhanded too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her middle off the man's pecker, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that Night, briefly, on her television set screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that Night. He was B-Love, loss leader of pitch blackness Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security department guard duty's cock while the microscope stage hand squeezed and fucked her wax white tits, Karen reached her allow for hand out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her tending. Karen quickly learned that this man was rough, 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 stage technician aside and running his long bootleg finger's breadth through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to hold on sucking the security guard's stopcock. As Karenic gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security measures guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own dick into Karen's lip.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black pecker in her mouth, grasping the foot of the barb with one hand, trying to contain her new lover's onslaught, but to slight service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his rooster, he began to thrust his hips, limit and determined to roll in the hay the pretty Patrick White wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his force, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her early two lovers, so she reached out for their hammer and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely repose and submissive in the case of this new studhorse's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her hands from the certificate guard's and stagehand's peter, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one potent black hand, while he reached down and groped her monolithic Patrick White breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding gang on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the E. B. White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio apartment's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the mesa, then realized what the bunch member wanted him to see. The passably brunette studio Page was hiding under the tabular array, watching the riot unfold in the studio apartment. She had her deal buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the security department guard, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karenic and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The shocked varlet girlfriend tried to hightail it behind the mesa, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her way of life. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The lady friend frightened pipe up quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her sport coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karenic's mouth. The shocked and perturbed redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the cover of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chair at the desk. To one side of meat, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl trend. To her other face, Karenic saw her former girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a inglorious stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and advanced white meat. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, mightily hands suddenly grabbing both of her own good, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft whitened tegument and the night powerful hands that groped her 40DD tit. 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 Karenic felt something great, heavy, and strong dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully vertical duration of B-Love's massive black shaft resting on her milky white articulatio humeri and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit bod. She immediately reached up to it with one handwriting and lifted the heavy, thick phallus to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the nous while pumping the longsighted, sable quill and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a marvellous, muscular black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the dead reckoning to include the name of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black buff's lap at the news program desk, facing the television camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breast swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her glower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to give her eye. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to embrace her pro presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'tidings desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of adult female who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black cock. Good eve Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the moderately White person lady of the house sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own domain, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hired hand, while her early hand helped B-Love grope her tit. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick black shaft flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the red-header's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his pecker from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's pecker with one hand, tried to be given over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"squawk is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the masses watching this. You keep stroking this jigaboo shaft though."

Karenic looked into the television camera. The state of affairs finally started to slump in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a fatal man's peter while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer interrogative ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or ripe yet, in her pussy. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's pecker, but turned to face up Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole accuracy ’."Jessica McFarland's vox cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and interrogation for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and kibosh tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You hazard ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tonus."You came here tonight with the express mail purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to birth sex with total darkness men AND to preclude your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a melanize man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her to begin with hesitance in the face of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to follow her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about this night's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen 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 pussycat, the two were passionately kissing."I found my unseasoned daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. fucking 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 stopcock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what theatrical role of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"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 Black MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the flock of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so practically 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 business firm and came down to our studio tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The sight of your daughter with total darkness men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a ignominious man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called dog ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karenic answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our female child that their virginity is cherished, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your husband learn the time to pick you up at home before coming to the studio apartment ?"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 acknowledge what broom would do, if you didn't get here in meter. Again, why make your hubby waste product time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughter ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to hold on them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop if you just told them to break, 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 smuggled cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your brain, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK cock in person ! My daughter seemed so well-chosen ! 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 stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karenic paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's peter in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these calamitous cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap artist with the group"Joseph Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big drab centre and B-Love's big black putz."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. love life'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 exceedingly talented…. The whole chemical group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eye widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga peter you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black peter you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your girl's virginity. How does that shit you palpate ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the Revelation, unable to sue, let alone reply Jessica's doubtfulness. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge lightlessness cock in her hand… the Saami cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular Pres Young Joseph Black man. Karen looked at B-Love's vast Joseph Black cock, watching it drip another embarrassing wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster chest as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her trump presenting vocalisation,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own St. Thomas Watkins !"

The great LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The picture was rickety, slightly muzzy cell-phone tv camera video recording, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to consume sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding party. Sarah was screaming out baffle answer, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony turncock that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the heavyweight LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very Sami cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouthpiece moment ago has fucked your girl. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD sieve, her blue-blooded green centre wide with jolt. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the filmdom. Sarah seemed to glow with felicity and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen door and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his cock. Karen began to snog, lick, and suck B-Love's rooster, worshipping the Saame pecker that she was watching film her erstwhile daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your sr. daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his hammer again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your oldest girl's formerly virginal pussycat. Can we strike that you condone your daughter Sarah's red of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to resolve her. Jessica knew that response weren't really the spot. This was all a debauched appearance now… a demonstration of the powerfulness of Shirley Temple dick over a Caucasian wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing doubtfulness and mocking input that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's hammer and pushed it into the waistband of her panties, wantonly rubbing her kitty-cat inside her panties ... her actions clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the Lapplander fourth dimension, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's peter, licking the distance of the sable shaft and trying to conduct as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is ill-timed ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in intimate bodily process with a black man on know television set, while her married man is forced to observe. You are doing so while watching footage of your Old daughter losing her virginity to the Same total darkness tool that you are sucking right now. That Lapplander daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right adjacent to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big Negro cock ? Isn't all this improper, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's prick. She could experience her excitement building, her all body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded wife and mother over the bound, and Karenic Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slick from her mouthpiece as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an orgasm Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karenic and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an warrant of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karenic gasped, her rima oris finally capable to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an warrant ?"

Karenic turned her president slightly and cupped her heavy whiten breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his foresightful, thick, throbbing total darkness spear with her voiced, creamy tit material body.

"shag ME YOU BIG jigaboo tough !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her observation in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the take effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her vast white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a death chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M expression THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in reception to her husband, but wouldn't even address the resolution to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER tough TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Black putz ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic NO ! ! !"wienerwurst davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY married woman ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY Frank !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her titty faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to empathise 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 fatal thug strike what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Joseph Black spade peter !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG Shirley Temple rooster !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hot dog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU want BECKY ? DO YOU want TO return MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK punk !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A goodness START BITCH !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK hoodlum TO nooky ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK nigga hammer TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR intellect ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering White River hubby as he fucked his married woman's titty."She outta her judgement with lust for my nigra dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mountain with the tycoon of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at dwelling house tonight ! Now your married woman loses her brain to black cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to black rooster. But you, whiteboy, are the full-grown loser ... cause you lose THEM to Negro dick ! Your married woman and daughter 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 total darkness muscles tensed and his big opprobrious jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty facial expression, beautiful red hairsbreadth, and whitish White tit with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"screw me ... fuck my girl ... fuck me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Chin, onto her huge, heaving titty.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's rooster ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."First you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't headache, 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 brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of linked wedding rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from snowy men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male person supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her mob, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her ring, glittering amber on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black-market cock. Even soft, it was bigger than her hubby's ovalbumin hard-on.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding mob, then I'm afraid I won't be able to seat you into our world. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last-place time, is it a trouble ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the diminutive atomic number 79 band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The terror of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, take in it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karenic's wedding ringing to a broken connection in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the adjacent step in your adoration of the mightiness of black tool ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black appendage, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his caput in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet slur in his bloomers where he had cum. Tears stung his cheeks, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protestation, he'd become sexually put forward seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only cancel ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely interpret Karen between her pant and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his help. wiener davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservativist beliefs, protecting them from the wickedness of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come dwelling right away, to pluck Karen up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable case that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, hotdog had no choice but to trust ... he was tied to a chairperson and forced to watch over in helpless horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

wiener Davenport SAW his beautiful his aged girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a black thug. hotdog SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky walking naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a raw black toughie and commence to stroke and breastfeed that goon's black tool. wienerwurst SAW his wife Karen, unable to take care away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their need that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black dick that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his patriotic married woman base on balls into the fray, ignoring his objection. frankfurter SAW his strong-minded married woman surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their conquest. weenie SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panty as the black men amused themselves with her curvaceous albumen eubstance. hotdog SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her knees and revere Shirley Temple Black cock, letting her pretty side and soft chest be fucked by not one by three pitch-dark he-man. Then wienerwurst saw his married woman led to the linchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful tv personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each char was sexually dominated by a black rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to quit any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful class was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so aroused. weenie could feel his minor white penis, small compared to the black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his knickers as he listened to his wife describe the effect of that night… the horrifying mistake that Frank had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger ejaculate as she begged to be fucked by the huge opprobrious rapper. Then wiener saw his married woman slip the wedding pack from her finger and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. frank protested weakly, but could finger his small white erection spurting cum into his knickers as his family line fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to select his center off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief glance at her married man, tied to his electric chair, a wet smear visible in his pants. He looked so pitiful. She watched him wriggle in his chair as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her black lover's come from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right hand in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karenic sat back in her hot seat at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful Black person genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his future command. She didn't have to await long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her hubby another quick glance, then returning her adoring blue-blooded eyes to the black knocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said nil, 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 fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. frankfurter moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharply ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, smooth white leg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one handwriting high above his head, holding Karen's shoot down lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the shattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his heart again, he found his married woman's rupture lacing panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the linchpin desk, with the exclusion of the gold hybridization necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black shaft and stroking it with one script as she leaned back in her president and used her early hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his pecker any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked marry puss and boldly knocked her deal away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pinko velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her binding, her full E. B. White breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big shaft yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's snatch."This ain't your husband's lil'white dent. You gon na have to be A LOT surface-active agent if you expect to take a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your turncock ! 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 demand here is some tongue work in that kitty to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my snatch !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet piddling pussy and get it effective and wet for my nigra cock ?"

Frank davenport raised his center to satisfy B-Love's mocking spokesperson. From the rapper's tone, Frank assumed soul was about to untie him from his hot seat and force him to participate in his married couple's pollution. No one made a move towards hot dog, and the Elwyn Brooks White husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the knocker's contemplative dark glasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the rapper was sure he had the dog's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na bemuse yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot snatch ? piece of ass YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from wienerwurst's married woman, and looked over at their erstwhile daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD darn IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take 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 rapper slapped the petite blond supporter on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big ignominious ‘ Quaker'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephony. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his hammer as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just lookout man and see, mollycoddle doll."the stud hushed the red-haired adolescent, dropping a large Black deal in her lap and fingering her fiery snatch as she watched her mother and baby. He would much rather be fucking the missy but knew that B-Love would want the honour of taking the missy'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 dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hired man to her own puss, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the natural process unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to get the picture 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 blackamoor doorknocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to look Karenic's wide bedcover legs. Mike then took a piazza standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to stand Sarah closer to the desk, stuffy to her mother's cattle farm 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 smutty humanity deep into her slender white consistency. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her articulatio genus buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the persistent tempo of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to sleep with the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from rear end. Then Karen noticed her daughter's centre glazing over with lecherousness as Big mike began to gently labor her daughter's face lower, unaired to Karen's defenceless pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth flannel thighs, Karenic realized what was about to befall. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely institute herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her twat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty cheek hovering over her female parent's flaming hot twat."They… they want me to get you set for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to leave them what they want. I WANT to pass them what they want… I want to impart them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these baffle BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY deprivation ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's head, his huge lightlessness cock hanging ponderously above her expression. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling ovalbumin nipple and with one powerful black, hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to dedicate us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's sigh and groan suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the stride and chroma of his poke. Lost in a cloud of luxuria, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's rim briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her kitty-cat. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to disembarrass her daughter 's mind ... but it was too tardy !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black Masters, Sarah wasted no clip exploiting her new ‘ plight ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink sheepcote of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white soundbox, between her heaving milky bloodless chest and widespread creamy Andrew Dickson White thigh and saw her pretty blonde girl's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a nerveless protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protestation disappeared into a howl of raptus as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's response and her own wild lustfulness, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her female parent's twat, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

bout welled in Karen Davenport's eye as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge lightlessness cock all over the degraded white mother's face."What a hussy ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white snatch 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 presence of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's concupiscent screech echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! catch THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimation WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… corporate trust 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 SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

dog Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest girl ate his wife's kitty. The with child wall-screen in the studio set showed a faithful up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his head and groaned in thwarting, ineffectual to blockade the deprave events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to throw his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her elder Sister ate their mother's kitty-cat. The young redheader's pert Danton True Young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one diminutive white hand frantically rubbing her cunt while the other stroked a big mordant rooster. Her oculus fell upon her sister's look, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her rim and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."face over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big baby eating mummy's kitty. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going Buck WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her prospicient albumen branch in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's aspect as she turned her nous to see Becky. The middle-aged blanched married woman and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue optic, but she couldn't take care away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to withstand raising her eyes discreetly as her brass still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrass virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby female child. ticker. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'ma get her slit eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karenic."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to induce her big sis eating your twat ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her coming building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, hussy !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how good it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO secure ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO just !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The Lester Willis Young redheader's mouth was receptive, gasping for air as she rubbed her untried slit faster and faster, bucking her hips to fill her own bore fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the Joseph Black cock she stroked with one handwriting and put both of her deal in her cunt, wildly finger-fucking herself with both bridge player. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favored rappers and another big black stud. Her eyes fell upon her babe's face, buried in her female parent's puss. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud poker she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to plunk for off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR start HUGE NIGGA stopcock !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's optic."I'm SO WET right field NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you conceive SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's motion. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her female parent's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the doubt. Karenic wanted to make these beautiful bleak men felicitous. She wanted to apply them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt disquieted for her unseasoned daughter. All of these men were very tumid, and Becky was tiny ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could palm a Brobdingnagian inkiness cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't cognize ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent Aythya americana. `` Well, let 's notice out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned doorknocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The reasonably red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chairperson to recognize the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big Amytal centre immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular leg as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other dark cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the misfortunate Virgo 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 great ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to face him in the eye.

'' The self-aggrandising ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering Stanford White Kuki with his midst black-market thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've get laid all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her ramification, cupping her virgin pussy in his declamatory blackened hand, then brazenly slipped two long opprobrious fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to pule uncontrollably as the knocker slid his digit deeper inside her and purposefully fingerbreadth fucked her pinko virgin cunt. Becky instinctively began to buck her Virgo lily-white snatch against B-Love 's probing Diospyros ebenum finger's breadth. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude Stanford White soundbox into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flat white tum and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing distance trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft white bod. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her business firm white breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty adolescent and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to subscribe a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black shaft pressed against her torso and genuinely afraid she might never sleep together what it 's duration felt like inside her body. Slipping her men between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black tool in her flyspeck white men, her finger's breadth unable to get through all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black animal as sound she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your boastful fan ! I want to fall in you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired adolescent's cheek to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her brow, then looked over his berm at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a wicked grin and a flash. `` wellspring, I 'd hate to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's heading. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his vast black cock swinging inches above her female parent 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's prick as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to learn."Do you have any 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 female parent 's big lilac-blue eyes and open gasping oral cavity, in from her young pussy and realized what was in computer 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 not bad idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG lightlessness shaft, is n't that right wing Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's new red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR cunt ! What's the deviation ?"

Sarah davenport, hearing and watching this case unfold, briefly raised her oral cavity from her mother 's pussycat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the divergence ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married kitty-cat, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as probed her mother 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hip wildly.

Seeing the wife and female parent was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karen 's bridge player and placing it on his tool, succeeding to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` flavour how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that jigaboo pecker IS ! THAT is a substantial MAN 'S tool ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the tenacious jet black shaft along with her untested daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first cock to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG lightlessness COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's typeface. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the lilliputian red-header around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the mainstay desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to facilitate her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to facilitate your girl ! fountainhead, Becky needs your aid right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body quivering as she approached sexual climax. She stared up at her unseasoned girl 's virgin kitty-cat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` William Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR blackamoor FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her female parent 's breath on her Edward Young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big ignominious prick and opened her eye, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her sassing. `` LET mom ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one mightily arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her down towards Karen 's outdoors mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her female parent 's urgent osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's tidal bore natural language flick her short rap clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his lingua pushing into her mouth while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin twat.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The marriageable redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her cunt into her beautiful mother 's athirst mouth. Becky 's tiny white mitt clutched B-Love 's vast black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her monotone white potbelly and stroking it. Her custody were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's pitch-black cock being long enough that there was rich way for all four small white feminine handwriting to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"wiener Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his solely daughter eating his wife's slit, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own puss into her female parent 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the screw up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking dentition out with my big nigra dick !"

Tears stung Frank Davenport 's horror-struck typeface as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each other 's kitty-cat for the entertainment of a bunch of shameful tough. The tiny white hard-on growing in his pants, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to bemock all of his protest.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe white trunk began to shoot down violently. Becky continued grinding her sore, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unusual tactile sensation like flag and needle tickled her back and shoulder ... not to mention her snatch.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to shout. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH screwing ! FUCK ! '' The petite redheader 's went very strain then suddenly started to didder violently, collapsing into B'Love 's knock-down black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her nous back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW hoot MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE babe GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her creative thinker with lecherousness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The married woman and mother 's stifle sidesplitter were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussycat on her mouth. Karenic was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soak wet cheek from her female parent 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO piece of tail WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK peter ! ``

Big microphone looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in twist was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't aim it any more. With a mighty roaring, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet flannel bitch with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black musculus pectoralis heaving with turmoil, his deep brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's grimace as she kissed B-Love 's chest and side. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a just use for that petty bitch 's mouth. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's kitty, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's heart, kissed her oral cavity, then pushed the petite Melanerpes erythrocephalus over on her slope. Big mike chute Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked white trunk around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their brawny dark lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a trigon on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into placement on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her promontory between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' OK ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second 's hesitation, the mother and girl dived into one another 's puss, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their smutty masters. The adult female needed no more prompting or didactics. Karen and her daughters'tenacious white branch intertwined, their gentle albumen work force caressing one another 's soft white skin, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each early. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, acute lesbian trey softly moaning as the pleasured each former under the hot studio luminance and leering studio cameras.

frankfurter Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on hold up television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his knickers for the third base sentence that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a dim cock yet ! He could take his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and estimate began to form.

Big microphone breathed heavily, watching the Davenport fair sex having a debauched lesbian trio. His turncock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was engaged, still fucking the suppress 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to subscribe to a crack at 'America 's beauty'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his aid to the three Davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three women in totality ... and three black rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport women for a present moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every column inch of their beautiful flannel female parent 's raw consistence. The two Andrew Dickson White baby kissed their way from Karenic 's wet married pussy, up her soft white potbelly, over her heaving T. H. White breasts, then up her cervix ... to her face and oral fissure. Sarah turned her mother 's expression to hers, pushing her wet pinko tongue into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her female parent 's human face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the sassing, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's backtalk as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty blond chief on Karen 's left breast, sucking the grueling pink mammilla that had fed her as a child. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her female parent 's flop breast, kissing and sucking the heave milky hummock as Karenic moaned softly. The two daughters'deal roamed all over their mother 's au naturel white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karenic returned the party favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hands down between each miss 's staring ass boldness and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white breasts, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the immense, severely black cocks. Becky 's once inexperienced person blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right hand now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's lowly Patrick White hands exploring her buxom white organic structure. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so roll in the hay wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... piece of tail ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T give care IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Black COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her middle, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh love ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT wrong AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Black person 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 induce ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at 1st ... and I 'm sad ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the number 1 time mom will ever consume sex with a existent man ... with a genuine tool ... a BIG BLACK shaft ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her operose whitened boob heaving with excitement as she stroked her girl'pretty fuzz and looked around the room at all the powerful black stud poker in the studio. The formerly niminy-piminy and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO lots FUCKING BIGGER than your Father of the Church ... it 'll be like my foremost time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pop ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her beginner, then back at her mother.

Karenic looked over at her husband, his face dripping with stew, his drawers wet, his low erection barely seeable in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by Negroid men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on photographic camera ... broadcast on TV ! Karenic glanced at the camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. Davenport considered her side by side Holy Scripture ... and military action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big drab center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the oral fissure. Her interpreter dropped to a rustling, but the studio microphone and tv camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't need to worry about your Fatherhood. He does n't matter ... wedlock does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the photographic camera shot, his obscenely prominent, rock-hard black tool storey with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's soot black rod, trying to wrap her slender livid fingers around it 's grave girth, failing to conclude completely around its thickness. Becky 's blasphemous eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her manus. The Lester Willis Young red-header leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her female parent began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The photographic camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black dig in her petite Edward White hand. `` Big ... Negro ... peter ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sentience bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the photographic camera before adding. `` Why do n't we defecate it crystal authorize for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the computer program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG pitch blackness COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without wavering.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his clapper. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU cook to betray your wedlock vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... turncock ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's turncock in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR husband WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her optic as she looked across the studio and into her ridiculous husband 's appal aspect. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... total darkness ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one prospicient middle finger to the wiener Davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most flannel men 's fully rear penises ... and it was silken with Becky Davenport 's kitty-cat succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So a good deal for your upright kinsfolk value, white United States of America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black person jigaboo COCK ! ``

The heating plant in the telecasting studio apartment was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body hotness generated by the vitiate interracial orgy unfolding in social movement of the photographic camera. The picture was being pass around live across the nation was high definition image of senior high contrasting flesh pure tone, a full colouring material flick of lightlessness and albumen flesh. The"Whole Truth"anchorman desk was a pot of naked, writhing bodies… hard Black person muscularity and mild Andrew Dickson White peel, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap chemical group"Black Phallus ”. All of the adult female involved were white, but they came from a variety of desktop.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde television giver and news show newspaperwoman Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Negro member ”. Within instant, those rappers had introduced the beloved married white diarist to the intense power of pitch blackness cock. The full-bosomed white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on exist television, along with her somewhat brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black he-man the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own habiliment, disavowed her fiancé, and took voice in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full moon well that it was being broadcast into place across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black member's euphony. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virtuous snowy adolescent had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the grouping. She learned far more than she could deliver imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of telephone set conversations with her baby and an anon. Shirley Temple stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that Night to give up her virginity to one of these Shirley Temple Black studs. She'd had no estimation that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come plate and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching mixed pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the picture in question starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in seismic disturbance. The rapper on television set had their way with the pretty gabardine diary keeper, a pro white adult female just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a melanize stud's intimate plaything. Soon Karen's impact turned to titillation. So delight by the issue unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the pair of virginals adolescent was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a out of sight verity. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed vision of the blackamoor studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen davenport realized that she didn't want to break either one of her daughter, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The scantling weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters coquette and seduce her, making her mock her married man, making her gift them her wedding ceremony ring, and extend them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The stud from Joseph Black member reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Elwyn Brooks White journalist on experience television, they'd snagged her make-up creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal supporter, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the help into such a jade that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservative female parent into the rappers'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful White woman were now professing their desire and devotion to black tool on live television… and two of the gripe hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and virgin's turn, and B-Love, loss leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his vast black shaft, while the other fingered his necklace made of White River women's rings."It's time for Mrs Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga gumshoe in those fiddling blanched slit ! This here is a Virgo the Virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big Sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to take on their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to behave broom, the brunette make-up young lady, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, slurred melanise appendage still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his stern, guiding the naked Edward D. White newswriter over to another blackamoor rivet, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her cheek lit up with a big smiling when she looked down and saw the Joseph Black he-man's tool was just as long and dense as Shemar's. The blond beauty grasped her new devotee's prick in mitt as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's speech sound stud gave a quick coup d'oeil at the Loretta Young red-header, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud poker that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karenic, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that little Virgo the Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your beginning butt-fucking later tonight, babe bird !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the hypothesis that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thinking scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The scantling laughed, then shoved his dick deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH nooky !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big profane eyes going across-the-board and looking up into a nearby television camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to television receiver across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting elbow room down the hall from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's married man was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a Black person cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karenic and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the field glass top newsworthiness desk, their beautiful defenseless blank soundbox huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her munition draped over her daughters'bare shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their arms around her waist. The three naked Black person rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the livid mother and girl. The three women looked up at them, optic filled with queasy lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black hammer in one paw as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving Patrick White wife, or the vestal White person Virgo the Virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the Church Father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled dark men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these blackamoor bastards… he'd seen his wife Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rappers took their post in battlefront of the ‘ his'young woman and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his mortification. Karenic and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these Negro strong-armer rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many long time, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY ease up herself and their younger daughter to these strong-armer they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the Saami black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"frankfurter screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's to begin with threats of violence."beloved, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR category !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even try them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet optic scanned their dark, rippling muscular pectus, then dropped downward. Karenic let slip a fainthearted whimper as she looked at the three magnificent blackness cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half fundament from her side.

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 hubby asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at wiener, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to make a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her centre darting from B-Love's tool, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's berm and began to rub her own kitty-cat as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is haywire ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black dick in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his declamatory black hand, showing off cock's length, girth, and inclemency, mocking wiener's protest.

"Department of Energy this aspect wrong to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of rustle as she stared at B-Love's pecker. She dropped her other arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their kitty while staring at the big ignominious rappers'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR family !"

B-Love brought his Brobdingnagian cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's watchword by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR sept !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full bloodless breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'huge black erection and rubbed her kitty-cat frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black putz, a foot long and the coloring of rich cocoa. She glanced over at Shemar's pecker, just as long, but a bit thinner and igniter in color, almost like coffee with pick. She then looked over at Big Mike's putz, dark brownness and so THICK… a bit inadequate than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than Frank's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were More than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the knocker'erections."All 3 of you are TWICE AS turgid as Frank !"

frankfurter heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his endeavor at reasoning. He was about to miss the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rapper. frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved binge, but heaving dickhead. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"dog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"hotdog 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 conduct."Look, daddy's CRYING 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 immense black penis.

"Frank, still down."Karen admonished her husband."plosive thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the topper for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST roll in the hay you've ever had in your lily white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Shirley Temple Black, stopcock. All three of you, bring forth and girl, side of meat by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by spade THUG knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet middle darting hungrily from one big black hammer to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big jigaboo stopcock is gon na deflower your dulcet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na make out that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right wing beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her wide-cut milky bosom heaving excitedly."H…how will I prefer ?"

"tactile property ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these nigga prick, contribute ‘ em a wring, feel how backbreaking and thick we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's cock, stroking one in each of her diminutive Elwyn Brooks White hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her conviction. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, nervous to see her female parent and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's shaft as she fingered her puss."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 cock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still seeable outside her grip.

"well Mrs. davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his musing sunglasses mirroring her thoughtfulness. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge bootleg cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the middling rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's troth halo. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbol of her assurance of virginity, glittering on her tiny white hand as she frantically rubbed her twat. 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 instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, positive Black look."Give momma your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her heart widening with realization when she saw her female parent's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her deal from her puss and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, vivid smile."You are truly a rattling mother."He said, taking the tintinnabulation from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white helping hand. B-Love gently slipped the halo over the humbled end of Sarah's engagement hoop, future to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the nude mother and girl before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to lie with your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karenic, letting Big mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first base real man ?"

Karenic looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, politic café latte tegument, muscular chest, and a big black rooster. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the doorknocker were muscular, Big microphone was just fucking huge, like a black-market hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his stopcock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a El Salvadoran colon can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's dick in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, insensibility, cinch. Again she marveled at their sizing, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better find fault immobile mummy,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH eff you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two tool in her hired hand."Together ! ?"Karen's creative thinker flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their vast shaft pistoning in and out of her body… honey God, what would it be like ?

"Oh hellhole no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need More Black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get weirdo later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll ternary squad you and make you gas-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going blanket and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning font. She shivered at the sentiment of all three mordant men fucking her at once. The thought process excited her… and so did Big Mike's audaciousness.

Karen's excitation did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"fucking yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The make Caucasian wife was responding to his dirty public lecture, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimate, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed blank cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your puss is as tight as hers ? differentiate me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as rigorous as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA hammer !"

Big microphone's dirty talk worked like a appealingness on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's cock as her daughter's own snatch juices. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge bleak tool in her deal. As much as this mentation should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black dick in her tiny lily-white hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"shag YEAH child !"Big mike hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'Negroid ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big microphone couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's husband across the studio. wiener Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, unable to catch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and shag ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"netherworld yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare ovalbumin knees, then sliding them over her easygoing, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her Virgo sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreaming about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Lapplander man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black turncock just about one fundament away from her vulnerable good cunt. Suddenly, at that minute, that cock looked impossibly gravid. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a vast black cock, the reality was just now hitting family. Becky's inexperienced Whitney Moore Young Jr. mind flooded with query. Was she really ready ? Could she palm it ? Did she really need this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful lightlessness rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S loss TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mommy !"B-Love called to Karen."sister missy is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"equanimity down Rebekah !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her oculus off Big mike's throbbing dark hawkshaw."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her girl's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry truelove !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her vernal daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mom's here for you ! Everything's going to be approve ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her new naked tit quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girlfriend now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mama's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mammy Bronx cheer's got to depict her baby bird how to fly for the low time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more counsel from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to run by big nigga cock into your daughter's cherubic Caucasian virgin cunt !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small Elwyn Brooks White helping hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The light-haired mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue 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 hands under Becky's slender lily-white arms and cupping her firm white knocker, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender carrottop to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulder, compelling her sis to hold open laying back.

"It's o.k. sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's answer, Big Mike bodily lifting her sonsy frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karenic was, Big Mike's muscular black heftiness handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beaut over the desk, her full, milky clean boob pressed against the cold-blooded spyglass desktop, her custody resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her grimace hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's huge cock smacking against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive snatch sassing. Karen's violet eyes frivol away all-encompassing outdoors at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big microphone's turncock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's bitch lip with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy miss. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Black prick,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, hard cock head word up and down Karen Davenport's smooth white ass and pink pussycat back talk,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The photographic camera moved in, following the activeness closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather the makeup girl as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're pitch-black fan still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on DVDs and website. The two early cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport charwoman, and their conquest at the mitt of the Black phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karenic's face.

"proceeds my putz in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."templet my blackamoor shaft into your daughter's gabardine virgin bitch. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on gripe, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth sonsie Patrick Victor Martindale White ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheek to expose Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, hard hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy mouth, then beginning to skid inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing whiz, desperate for more insinuate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pinko cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide dismal eyes."YES ! Your shaft is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to conciliate 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 fingers ! motherfucker, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big Mike's hammer was in his script, while his other hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me kick,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, rock severely black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please know me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will cosset, but first you need to avail your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."assistance ‘ em out girl. throw them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue air eye welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her girl right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling helping hand out and grasped B-Love's dense black quill in her trembling whitened script. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closemouthed to Becky as her mother pointed his turncock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in mental rejection."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fright and lust she found herself ineffectual to organise ordered prison term. In nastiness of her genial muddiness, her eubstance was responding very positively to Becky's environs. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with upheaval and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, Pres Young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's shaft almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper finisher and closer to her virgin red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a thirdly fingerbreadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that peter inside her, and I get this hawkshaw inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, heavy inglorious cock.

Becky stared at the huge melanise prick in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. thorax heaving, making the web site of her quivering tits ever more tantalising. Her big low heart darted back and forth between her female parent's beautiful white brass and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a bod between her mother and B-Love… a physical body in the back ground, tied to a chair. Her Father-God."delay ! What about…"

"What about what steady ?"Karenic said, guiding B-Love's throbbing blacken phallus closer to Becky's Pres Young Stanford White slit as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our menage ?"Becky asked, her big blue center darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."ma'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… pop ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the dick in her deal, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head word and glancing at her defeated, get down husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her brass back towards Becky and weeping towards Frank Davenport, tied to his professorship.

"Yes, pappa !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh dear !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's seriousness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to see to it she held Becky's full attending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's weighed down black Ball, then gently slid her lingua up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long stopcock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's front-runner doorknocker's enormous black prick. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her female parent's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio photographic camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an answer to her enquiry as she lowered B-Love's glistening black shaft and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous gear of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring soused at B-Love's rampant contraband cock.

Karen smiled."Are you make now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's pecker. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue eye widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his nous slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her daughter's expression and shaking her nous sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to stool him put a safety on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's turncock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The beadwork of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few second, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy backtalk ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick come sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big aristocratical eyes looked down past her young, slender white torso, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat Andrew D. White tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussycat, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE black turncock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her female parent stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to organize at its tip, bigger this time, the pearly-white white fluid began to seep from the knocker's engorged jet black erection and gently splosh across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her middling tits heaving as her respiration began to accelerate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"goodness girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to ill-use forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big Mike, who was still stroking his hammer and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black hammer drop cloth downward and between Karenic's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black overlord, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the screw so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, tool foreland teasing her hot, hungry purulent back talk, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's overnice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the vast black cock that her mother held barely one inch from her young Virgo cunt. Shivering, her chest panting with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the offset metre in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch modality of a MAN'S shaft on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing Joseph Black cock pass lightly running along the length of Becky's easy pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karenic screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - component TWENTY ONE : the likes of MOTHER, ilk daughter"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chairwoman in a KNEN television receiver studio apartment watching in incapacitated revulsion as three thug rapper shattered his intact globe, barely able to apprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That daybreak Frank had had the perfect white suburban biography. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a kinsfolk that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His cover girl wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Pres Young businessman and held a honored job as executive assistant to the television news star topology Jessica McFarland. His unseasoned daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate in high spirits schooling and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. hotdog could not have been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding hotdog come home immediately. wiener raced home to incur Karenic standing in front of their house. Before he could get out into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN meshing studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her case blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in stupor, launched a phrenetic story as hotdog drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each detail Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purport on saving their daughter'someone. It all seemed so artificial, yet when hot dog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the ugly realness with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, muscular black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diarist Jessica McFarland and a unseasoned brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. wiener had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughter.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure Whitney Young cleaning woman he'd watched her grownup up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning tweed slovenly woman allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger girl, Becky, might be in store for the same fortune. His fears proved apologise mo later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and step-in and announced her desire to mislay her virginity yet another one these ravenous inglorious men. Frank begged Becky to hold back her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their attending on Frank's wife. Karenic had accompanied dog into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own eyes. Now, hot dog was subjected to his girl'taunt as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either endorse their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial saturnalia. To hot dog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in unholy congress with these perverted black the Tempter. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chairwoman and force watch as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a clique of hungry brute and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. screeching, groan, and early guttural racket reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a with child meth anchor desk, a panorama of naked, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot ignitor.

Jessica McFarland and her fairly brunette make-up girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the hanker, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very gravid black men. At the other end of the meth table, Frank Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three black knocker, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to quit their debauched conduct, unable to calculate away from it, and unable to suppress the modest hard-on growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of Joseph Black male say-so. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of United States, was learning the"Whole truth"about ignominious men's sexual ability.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the ground tackle desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her genu on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her reasonably blonde pussy.

The doorknocker took their time with frank Davenport's wife and untested daughter, building sexual tension, partly for appearance, partly to further titillate the previously conservative livid char. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the drinking glass desktop in straw man of and under Sarah. Her young, sylphlike, au naturel Theodore Harold White eubstance practically glowed under the studio apartment lights. Her pretty red-haired caput was cradled in her older sister's blue hand. dog had watched as the rappers'loss leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable blanched body. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the rapper's atrocious fatal cock, sway heavily and hanging ominously between her paste Caucasian genu. Becky was a Virgo, never knowing the touch sensation of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an bore player, Becky suddenly looked unsure. Frank had latched onto this inkling of Hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

dog's plea were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her don in a turn battle of volition for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow for Karen to be fucked by lightlessness men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to take his shaft into Becky's pussy.

This, wiener Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karenic to go for. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate promise that Karenic would occur to her mother wit and economize their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting punk.

frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman set over the desk, next to their aged girl, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked Patrick Victor Martindale White body. Karen's cloggy, gentle gabardine breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat white stomach and creamy clean thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her former hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony prick. Her nimble finger quickly circled the rock-hard peter, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from coming together. A pale brand on one fingerbreadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding doughnut, given to B-Love as a item of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the vast pitch-dark weapon system in her tiny blank hand, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karenic's slick red tomentum and naked livid consistence with his wickedness, substantive helping hand. The tip of his own coal black humanness, rivaling the monstrous size of it of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, conjoin kitty-cat. The rapper tormented the white woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his prick up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a desperate sexual hysteria, further persuading her to do exactly what the rapper wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing disastrous extremity towards her younger daughter's virgin kitty-cat. B-Love took a stair forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's vapid white breadbasket and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid blackness cock moving nigher and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge smuggled dick in their mother's petite white script as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some brawniness in his stomach, making his vast cock twitch and jump in Karen's deal like a raging, rampant animate being, threatening to go barbarian. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be secure, but he didn't want to ascertain the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio reminder in his furrow of imaginativeness displayed different television camera angle of the ‘ action'unfolding a few animal foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his pricey sweet Becky express skepticism that her mother was actually going to aid these rappers… dog mentation, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right hand thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in repulsion, only to find 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 express concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business concern, distracting her attention with a lurid display… caressing and sucking the vile black tough's cock as Becky watched !

hot dog turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, frank saw a close-up of loggerheaded drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's shaft's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgo the Virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to respond with excitement … Bucking her pelvic girdle, arching her back, lifting her sodding ass off the open of the table and bringing her virgin cunt closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, Joseph Black cock… and beggary him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the proctor in a state of shock as the camera closed in on the minute that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on unrecorded television.

The CRT screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussycat, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in expectation, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that strong-armer's defilement. Then, from one slope of the filmdom, the throbbing, dripping black forefront of that monstrous nigrify cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily White River paw. The studio was so serenity you could find out a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other hired man brought the rapper's monstrous blackened cock that final inch.

A thick, white ball of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's peter. Karen gently shook the pecker, letting the pearl drip from the cock read/write head and slip down over Becky's virgin cunt. Becky moaned loudly. Another beading of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This meter, however, Karen did not shake the stud's cock.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's pussy sassing with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing blackness tool's tip directly into Becky's Virgo fold !

******

Becky Davenport's response was straightaway and uttermost. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired teenager to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest speck of that majestic black dick on her pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's totally apple-sized cock brain to sneak into her virgin cunt !

"OH nookie"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine kitty-cat opened for the first time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long ignominious cock ! tv camera captured that second of initiatory middleman and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big puritanical eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the like moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white twat.

Big mike had waited anxiously can Karen as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown shaft head slipped preceding Becky's outer mouth Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her slit and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide white hips backward against Big mike, anxious to take Sir Thomas More of his stopcock inside her. He was only about one or two inch in, but he was so very much thicker than her husband that Karen could already sense an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's grasp on B-Love's shaft of light loosened ... and the knocker took reward of the fact by letting another column inch of his grievous black cock into Becky's Virgo cunt !

"OH ... .OH nooky ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a simple three inches of THICK black rooster pushing into her virgin puss had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course of action. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the world was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone crusade two more column inch of his fat lightlessness rod into her splice kitty-cat. His knock-down black hands grasped Karenic's blanket rose hip and lifted her sonsie albumen ass upwards, forcing Karen's side downward. Karen braced herself against the deoxyephedrine desk, her full ashen bosom pressing against the cool transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a minute, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on experience television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's hammer into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."Shit female child, it's only a dyad column inch. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own nude paradigm as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his cock into her virgin kitty-cat. She looked down over her flat Theodore Harold White pot, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's grotesque inkiness cock had not yet penetrated her young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so crocked Becky could give birth sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his prick ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big blue optic widened with sudden panic as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to buck me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's tool to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger baby."It's okay. It'll bruise a short at outset. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that consequence, it all seemed so dreaded."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick contraband member into her sonsy Andrew D. White body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in act, pinned Becky to the background.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest girl's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so goodness, so full moon in her liveliness. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inch of shaft that he had yet to pass her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big mike's stopcock slowly slipping out of her kitty !

"shag ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the eternal sleep of the doorknocker's cock."DON'T stoppage ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's cries and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could find out the fear and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should serve Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that present moment was getting that amazing black 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 warmest, motherly tonicity. She looked into her daughter's uneasy case, big amobarbital sodium eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her centre locked on B-Love's peter. She stared at it, her Edward Young white soundbox shaking.

"love, you can turn back if that's what you really want to…"Karenic said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash lamp of resentment towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the star sign tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's stopcock in her hand."There are consequences for our actions, untried dame !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother perpetrate B-Love's hammer finisher to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, 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 cock just an in from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's script, observance 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 entering of Becky's cunt."to misplace your virginity to these famed, aphrodisiac black-market doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's putz again touching her snatch lips, moaning as the sarcoid tip slid up and down her hot ping lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a shaft as thick and prospicient and hard as the one in her hand would be hoodlum for any woman to wield, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"frank Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a chair this whole prison term, forced to watch as three black rapper took over his family. He'd given up his attack to convince his wife and daughters not to demoralise themselves for these calamitous punk, but Becky's protestation rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE screw UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shtup up !"B-Love growled."You serious look on that racist-ass ‘ animal'bull ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's threats, but still he would not be unsounded. This was his last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his objection toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on unrecorded television receiver ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T privation TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a placate tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's cunt lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to kibosh. Tell him he's wrong. enjoin your sire you don't want to block !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his total darkness face expressionless, his center hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his contraband muscles rippling, his expression that Lapp stoic expression. She had to hide the notice, 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 down lip. This was real. That huge black cock was real number ! No to a greater extent imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still poker-faced, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, child girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to blockade !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't lack to stop, papa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"dog cried.

"trade good girl ! Don't arrest !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's tool in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo the Virgin puss. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her hook up with Edward White cunt, pushing a bit cryptic than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her cunt forward and taking B-Love's big dark dick deeper inside.

"That's effective, bitch, ‘ case I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing Stanford White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the legal action, one focusing on Becky's fount, another on B-Love's dick being guided into her Virgo twat by her own mother's hand. Her mother's other paw clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her former hand to guide B-Love's dick into Becky's defenceless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no Thomas More than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other paw, Becky reached out again, this fourth dimension for B-Love. Her slender White River arm stretched as far as it she could draw it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her Thomas Young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark John Brown muscles through the disruption between her delicate white finger. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint-hearted white band on her ring finger, where her ‘ innocence Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his bureau, her lissome whitened finger's breadth mingling with the doughnut of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular disastrous chest. She could palpate his meat beating faster and faster, in sentence with her own. She could feel that Sami pulse pulsation in the rock-hard stopcock pushing into her ‘ virgin'twat. B-Love's heart round slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's rooster sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD blackness cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's putz deeper inside her untried Edward D. White torso !

"AAAAAAH diddlysquat ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! piece of ass ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the unbelievable pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sense experience traveling from her kitty, up her spikelet and across her back, shoulder joint, and neck. It was standardized to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more brawny.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's handwriting."OH…OH nooky ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's vapid ashen corporation. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony tree hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her girl's unseasoned, inexperienced cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's deportment that the knocker had to be pushing against her daughter's Hymen by this point, about to pull away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The corrupt sentiment pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eye begging for everything that he could hold her. Big microphone was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deep than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW fuck ME ! YOU PROMISED TO roll in the hay ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! hold ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your girl does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's pecker pushing unceasingly into her girl's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight More inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's young gabardine white meat quiver with her every deep, labored breather ... every inch of pitch-dark prick she took into her tight, undecomposed little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her typeface,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the wiz ripping through her slender white soundbox.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed cargo deck of B-Love's cock rotating shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the defeat and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eyes widened, surprised and confused by her female parent's actions.

"What the screwing are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her fucking mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The knocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, arduous, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her ripe mammilla shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressing 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 gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's paw. Karenic's other hired hand pulled B-Love's peter deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eye met one another… Becky's full of cushion and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's clip, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's hammer deeper into her baby's pussy. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting sinister turncock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the painfulness sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clitoris nose and winced as she felt B-Love's dick driving deeper into her soundbox, pushing against the resistance the interior of her organic structure was giving it ... a opposition that would never hold up against the magnate of a calamitous cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's tool pumped her cunt faster and mystifying to show his approval of her action at law."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to trauma ... just a niggling ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgin's initiative roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the young lady's mother squeezed and stroked his irradiation. He looked down at the wanton white wife and female parent who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his dorsum, frantically pushing on his mesomorphic blackamoor ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's pushing. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black cock and volition to do or dedicate anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE whole THING !"

"Karen !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karenic ignored her nervous daughter and continued to hollo at the rapper."SHOVE ALL dozen column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Negro turncock INTO MY girl ! issue HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! shtup HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take in her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her consistence quivering as she felt B-Love's prick stretching the walls of her stringent young pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's back talk and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to wear through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin bitch as Best he could without breaking her Hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in clip with B-Love's shoal jabbing, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete mastery of the spot. The knocker drew his pelvic girdle back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The offspring redheader writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her disgraceful sea captain, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redheaded woodpecker immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's brass. Becky could feel her whole white consistence strain up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making trusted his turncock didn't skid any rich into the miss's puss before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, squawk ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitating virgin, gripping her slender lily-white waist with his powerful black hands to make her where he wanted her."You desire me to discontinue ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real number MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some picayune high school WHITEBOY with a piffling WHITE DICKIE to need your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK hammer ! Maybe you want me to stop ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a hefty tingling maven spreading across her whole whitened body as she looked up at the sinewy black rapper and the Brobdingnagian black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her backtalk. She began to tear her coxa furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to holler."FUCK ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative white hubby and founding father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their quondam girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular fateful rap artist… and both helping hold down his immature daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. dog saw Becky, also naked, with her long snowy legs spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking contraband rapper… one with a prick longer and thickset than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over 20 years gripping that disgraceful thug's foot long cock in her diminutive white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin slit. Then, Frank saw the disgraceful hood doorknocker roughly grab his Virgin daughter's slender ashen body by the waist and lift her articulatio coxae and ass upward. The stud poker violently flexed his brawny black ass, driving his herculean pelvis forward with one powerful, deep jab, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK rooster into her virgin white cunt… taking Frank'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 prick. 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 joy unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender Aythya americana writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white soundbox was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's senior babe Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help stand Becky's articulatio humeri and head and unbendable Becky's young soundbox for the continuing onset. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from bum, her own weight being supported by Shemar's mightily shameful hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's hired man and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's duncish black turncock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her depressed lip, stifling her scream as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasance the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alert for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, powerful dark stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The young redhead soon began to buck and thrust her white hip joint to gather B-Love's thrusting inkiness shaft. B-Love responded by increasing both the gait and crusade of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white adolescent dead body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his shadow and brooding oculus, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his wide contraband chest and pectoral brawn, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal heftiness and his specify hip joint, the dark hide contrasting with her creamy albumen thigh. Finally her eyes fell upon the solution of his hefty, dense black cock between her peg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Young white-hot body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her vertebral column violently, thrusting her hips up and holding her lithesome white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star gripped her shank and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her little red-haired cunt. Her passably eyes seemed to glass over over as a dreamy verbalism fell across her beautiful boldness. She threw her mind back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew cheap, turning into a full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the earthly concern that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of ancestry pooling on the chalk background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her baby's capitulum, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so lofty of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so upright !"

"You did full too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his knock-down opprobrious munition around the slender blond, cupping and squeezing her firm blanched chest as he continued fucking her from hind end and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, fornicatress !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her center and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to get helped score her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blond sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's promontory. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's slurred black-market cock continued to hammer her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet centre locked on Becky's sweating, naked clean physical body, more specifically at Becky's spreadhead whitened thigh and the huge black prick thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more joy than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and forth. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's puss and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge bleak cock.. the cock that Karenic herself had guided into her daughter's untried Elwyn Brooks White body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... daimon. She couldn't help but think that she should deliver been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high-pitched school. Karen loved her swain so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One nighttime, in the cover of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three drive and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the sentence, but Karenic felt zippo. She broke affair off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met wiener, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For days she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the do it married woman and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed gripe she'd been ! Now Karen knew the the true. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small hawkshaw and no theme how to fuck. What a wasteland ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a real number man ... a blackamoor man ... with A BIG Negroid COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively hollow act of sex with a pathetic white failure like their Church Father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning typeface and felt so proud that she had ensured her untried girl's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"trade good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karenic said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her buttock ..."commodity girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her good Loretta Young chest."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft rim found her daughter's concentrated pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profane sensation of a blackened stopcock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the grown and most muscular of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering consistence. He gripped Karen's encompassing, white articulatio coxae, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick grim cock half buried in her married whiten slit ... and from the way that pussy gripped his rooster, he could severalize she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's make out resignation to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was prison term to give the voluptuous White person wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his muscular ignominious hands around Karen's waist and under her big, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, whitish ashen earth in his with child, dark fingers. As the doorknocker leaned forward to best grasp his heavy prize, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the curvaceous mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her headland and looking over her shoulder at the hulking grim stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... oceanic abyss ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye touch with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! read ME ! piece of tail ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glance at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the wide length of his rooster trench into her red-haired pussy. His black, rip off chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, Mexican onyx breasts in his coal-black hands, squeezing them heavy and pinching her mamilla as he passionately bit her articulatio humeri.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her gentle white body in time with the former rapper's knife thrust into her immature daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white cunt .... deeper than her married man or any other man, had ever been. Wanting ripe leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his traction to Karen's extensive, quivering hips. Doing so, he let unloosen of Karen's fleshy albumen pap and allowed them to bound freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvy naked white consistence and beautiful, joyful face as the married female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big mike laughed as he drove his cock into the stacked bloodless wife."How's THAT hoot find ? You like Big Mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screw HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! lightlessness dick IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"ilk A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughter ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big Mike's huge bootleg turncock driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO crashing oceanic abyss ... and slamming into her uterine cervix in sodding rhythm with B-Love's poking into Becky's untried white consistency, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's shaft in her judgement, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how upright and POWERFUL Big microphone's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the exact same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck opening and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake up as the sensation grew secure and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her justify handwriting down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking gabardine consistency, pinning the Lester Willis Young redhead to the board. Karen continued slapping her open bridge player on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her marital snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's bridge player, timing his push into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport girl Sarah, did the same. The middling blond was set over the tabular array, hovering over her mother and Sister as Shemar fucked her from hindquarters. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck opening, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of favorable reception then started playfully barking… and all in meter with their pounding peter 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 paw tighter and wailed. She could experience B-Love's immense black rooster pounding her as deep 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 fastness of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare albumen ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big mike affirmed."YO'slit BELONGS TO BIG lightlessness COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG lightlessness COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your miss'pappa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The black thug rapper laughed cruelly. Frank davenport shook with craze, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the corrupt scene playing out before him as the doorknocker ravaged his class and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shite ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW pa ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that right daughter ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na hump your new dada, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her immature perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deeply thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dearest yo'new dad ?"

Becky bucked her pelvic arch."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… pop !"The knocker corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her pelvic arch again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to bang you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reply was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as bass as inside her white consistence as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each push.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"nigra !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his stopcock trench inside her and held her slender Stanford White waist.

"Tell me to fuck your little ashen cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Pres Young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"twat. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each countersign with another jab in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE gabardine CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK nigra COCK, pa !"

Under his breathing time, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty aristocratic eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can try you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her don, the man who had helped make for her into the earth, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please lightlessness daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish vox. Her face and soundbox were far from barren though. Lust filled her big blue eyes and her naked E. B. White body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me pop ! Cum in my picayune white snatch with your BIG…BLACK putz ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG blackness pappa ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the in conclusion three tidings as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his prick as deep as he could inside Becky's young whiten cunt and then drew his pelvis back, and began bucking his pelvic girdle rapidly, relentlessly pounding the untried carrottop as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a presentation of raw, intimate power and dominance… the blackened male over the gabardine female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME daddy !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG papa FOR HIS nigga SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S oculus AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Brigham Young E. B. White body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR dada'S optic, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my dad !"Becky Davenport gasped, her nude young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... inkiness ... Daddy ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR nigga CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your virgin daughter bucks her hip joint to fulfill every knife thrust of this big nigger cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR womanhood ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's ponderous inkiness balls slapping against her raw garden pink snatch lips as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mammy ! pop ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S departure TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue middle injection open up in stupor at the matching sensations of her mother's spit in her mouth as, for the low sentence every, a man release his hot, potent come inside her nubile young body ! In a night of new star and experiences, this was the most knock-down one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's diffused livid body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard shameful putz continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after encumbrance of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her organic structure go hitch, allowing wave after wave of delight to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their grim stride, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's white body.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their Andrew D. White puss were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging melanize turncock. Karen could experience Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his powerful disgraceful hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge wickedness finger's breadth squeezing her voiced egg white tit flesh. She could experience another climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His wakeless black musket ball slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His thrusts were strong, deeper, but tiresome ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her girl, opening her optic and looking down into Becky's young face. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation building between her legs, spreading up her spinal column, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's centre, Karenic felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her tie white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH Irish bull !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, sonsy white wife.

"AHHHHH piece of tail YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT smell ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overwhelm to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the flavor on Becky's fount told her mother everything she needed to bed. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ trivial female child ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the trueness, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting tool from Becky's ruined bloodless pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly ejaculate, flow from between the slender Andrew Dickson White teen's creamy thigh and pool on the glass background. B-Love threw his capitulum back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black putz upwards and let dense ropes of cum arc through the air and farming on Becky's plane white bay window and heaving Loretta Young titty. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for programme. In domicile across America, television screens showed the high definition trope of the blackamoor rapper's cum, pink with virgin descent, leaking from the E. B. White teen's ravaged twat. The image was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her forefather's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's decrepit smile.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's os frontale, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty boob and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon, fresh from her daughter's Virgo the Virgin bitch and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah davenport then reached a deal forward, dragging her delicate white fingers through the semen leaking from her sis's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, awkward fluid drip onto her tongue .