E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Shirley Temple PHALLUS ...

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The data processor screen flickered to animation with the image of a blaze sun. A humble legend appeared in the lower left corner of the screen :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black person Phallus / recording label : E & I record book ”.

There is no music at showtime, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its cap. Finally, the car's engine splattering and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera slant cuts to the DoI of the car, showing a white kinsfolk. A dorky Edward White dad is driving the car with his beautiful T. H. White wife sitting at his face. Sitting in the spine hindquarters, reading a college orientation leaflet, is their somewhat Edward Douglas White Jr. daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a Bikini top, and listening to her MP3 role player. An aggressive rap measure can be faintly heard on the missy's earbuds. The girl looks up from her booklet and sees that their car is pulling of to the incline of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't feeling glad either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle command processing overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his mind. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the oestrus. The daughter sees her founder shaking his hand and prancing around the nominal head of the car. Again, the gamy school day graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 actor, then at her cell telephone set. She picks up her cellphone telephone and starts entering a headphone number.

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

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vulture again. The house now has all the car room access open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his cap and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse push button undone, and fans herself with a magazine publisher. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A heavy pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ laying waste ”. The door opens and a large black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a expectant aggressive rap beat, the Same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose fitting jeans and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the folk car and smile. Daughter slowly rolls off the car bonnet as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the grease monkey. The husband opens the hood and effort to try the engine again, but the towering black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in figurehead of the car.

The mechanic coup d'oeil over at the girl, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be concern, her arm stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily raiment body. The scantling smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette female parent, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her plenteous breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder at the shop mechanic and bites her modest lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to get up the penetrate hem of the blouse up, tying the front hindquarters of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the bend of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girl's flyspeck shorts, over her prostrate tan belly, her business firm sweaty boob, pouting backtalk, and ice blue heart. The he-man makes eye inter-group communication with the girl, making certainly she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the reefer. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her plenteous cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil interpretation, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to pretend a twain of extra suggestive thrusting as he drives it home. 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 sound timber on the picture is short, but language can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the female parent and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his herculean inkiness coat of arms, he pulls his shirt over his read/write head, revealing his dark, powerful body, rippling with muscle. Mom's big blue centre widen. girl licks her rim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his bridge player, the automobile mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's air hole and sees the yoke of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The grease monkey looks the locomotive over and shake up his head, then walks to the vertebral column of his truck and begins to operate his sweetener and winch. The mechanic crimp down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the travail making his blackness skin radiancy in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a duo of in, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The automobile mechanic paseo back over to the car and looks at the bait. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with spacious eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one Gustavus Franklin Swift motion, he yanks the whang from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* auditory sensation. The hubby leap in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera slant changes to show the Shirley Temple machinist in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the wife and girl who are standing in the background looking at him. As the grease monkey violently yanks his swath off, his baggy pants fall down a few column inch, just enough so that any viewer of the music TV would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The television camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, yack away dropped… obviously seeing the shop mechanic's cock. The camera returns to the former camera slant within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his knickers. The husband, still cowering from the whang's stochasticity, has missed all of this. The lyric continue :

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

The mechanic crook down, wrapping is leather bang around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the determination of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the nominal head of the car from the road, then movement for the class to join him in the truck's cab. The auto-mechanic opens the passenger door for the crime syndicate, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the work bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the shop mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round of golf ass a little thrust up into the tail end. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the car-mechanic leaves him to adopt care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver's seat, but as his monumental black frame of reference squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four multitude will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and ca-ca way for the girl. The married woman declines the go, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the grease monkey's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere in from the mechanic's broad black grimace. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, inglorious trunk. The grease monkey starts the truck and begins to drive as the lily-white teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and father tone ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the fatal mechanic's lap. The mechanic motion his head left and decently, trying to see around the girl's read/write head so that he can aim. The daughter continues to squirm in the car-mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his all-inclusive black shoulder. The automobile mechanic glances downward, getting a shuttle's eye view of the teenage girl's plenteous flannel segmentation. The automobile mechanic seems to have difficulty steering the truck, and the husband 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 number one wood who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The auto-mechanic leer briefly, then looks at the White River teenager in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his fount. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girlfriend in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to save from slipping off his lap. The grease monkey looks over at the hubby and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not adequate room in the cab for him to drive safely. The married man hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to write herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful expression, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the married woman following his regard. The hubby furrows his forehead in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a abstruse, magnify breathing spell and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the hubby pats his home on the truck's bench ass, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the shop mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the category car's device driver's fanny, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the centre of the bench buttocks. The mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to tease in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the expectant rear windowpane of the truck cab. A worried spirit creeps across the married man's brass as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the shop mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very uncut ride in the towed household car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench hindquarters is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the married man, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The hubby can see that his wife's human face shows distress and care ! He begins hitting his car's car horn, trying to get the motortruck device driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the plaza of the workbench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his rear, his shabu falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacle, finally finding them and putting them back on his nerve. When the hubby looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her implements of war. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a fanny on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to catch one's breath a sigh of respite until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At world-class, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to restrain her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's derriere window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to bespeak him, but their daughter grabs her hand and forces them down, under the truck's posterior window, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to crusade her mother closer to the mechanic. The married man watches, confused as his married woman shakes her caput and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her paw down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their girl is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their girl pushes her psyche down, below the prat window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car French horn. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the intelligence"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and wave at her Father of the Church. She then hold her hands up, palms facing one another, about a animal 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 forepart of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob motion'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's top dog pop up from below the back window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her female parent out of the way, clambering back toward the black-market shop mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her publicise white ass and realizes that she has shed her short circuit and scanty ! The father sentry, backtalk agape, as his daughter climbs back in battlefront of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to veer violently and the husband starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his girl's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert flatus !

"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 married man blasts the car car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his passably white wife looking at him from the bottom windowpane of the truck. He shakes his nous at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick grim optic full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it out-of-doors, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding stria from her tweed paw, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car hooter again and again as he watches his wife grinning at him one last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at seventy naut mi an time of day, with a brassy wreck. The married man frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the length, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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The picture ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 phone number and the shibboleth ..."squall the WRECKER !"

Again, the legend appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : inkiness Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

Two eminent schoolhouse seniors turned away from the filmdom after watching it with such shut down attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the computer screen. She was the more destitute of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was improbable, slender, with long red hairsbreadth, alluring putting surface eyes, and a light sprinkle of lentigo across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church merging twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her elder sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul speech communication, love ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ violent child'of the sept. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff uncovering round top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of male child.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative whirligig covered more skin than did most of the other height worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three multiplication Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in bitchiness of the bit of boys who desperately tried to score her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honor ring, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would stay on a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as untamed as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in euphony. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ clandestine'rap radical called"Black Phallus ”. The song were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the Song on the internet, but had some difficultness. The few tie-in that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software system that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those fix. Black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to feel in local music memory, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the little girl at school were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Shirley Temple Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the substantial rhythm and heartbeat made her wishing to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious protagonist was that the songs were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon function that conservativist Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her acquaintance Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music picture that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their songs 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 all ‘ mechanic'get up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and babble about their euphony being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the photograph they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're queasy to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show USA and the rest period of the world what total darkness Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a recognition add-in, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to entree a boob tube interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The land site said that total darkness genus Phallus is planning to evince some of their former music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just imagine, if you thought this"tow car"video recording was denotative, just suppose what the uncensored ace will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was unmanageable for her shelter brain to imagine how lots racier the Negroid phallus music picture could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit pitch blackness Phallus might make their music telecasting. The view of seeing erotic view unfolding while their medicine played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her look turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ rampantly ’. On another juncture, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex political party that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the plastic film set of their euphony videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowd club. They were just silly stories, neither young lady completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her view were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could hail 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 crack ? What do you think ?"

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

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

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In the two class since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of almost recognized and respected young women in American television receiver journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the gamy scores of anybody in the mint communications battleground, and immediately found employment with a cable news meshing. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In true statement, the job probably should feature gone to person with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the mesh executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer whale figure, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a wooden-headed mass of wavy, silky, blonde pilus that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Saame time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'boldness, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her aphrodisiac outfit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news program reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on tv set, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of twelve of magazines, and she received many remunerative go for mold and advertising work. While Jessica loved the aid, she was frustrated that it seemed to centre so much on her coming into court. Money and pic were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or mould, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her vernal image, and began to coif a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing fashion designer courting in benighted colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more pro, but still the culture medium, including her own network, seemed only to see a reasonably face who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment word. On top of that, in bitchiness of the fact that her front had increased the electronic network's ratings tenfold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could aim the various moulding and advertising fling that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to make.

When her declaration came up for refilling at the end of one class, Jessica tried to negotiate for Sir Thomas More money and Sir Thomas More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do Thomas More in-depth audience, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was lawful that she could relinquish, and seek greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the net without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her world was mercurial and had a short-term memory. With her husband he-goat out of work, and the economic system being what it was, Jessica didn't like the approximation of being without a job when she'd been so end to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a headphone call from a equal electronic network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a news show program for their new entertainment-oriented news mesh. In accession to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchorperson of a display would give Jessica the opportunity to aim story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figure of speech. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment intelligence curriculum, but nobody at the meshwork would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was little hazard in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a yr's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the mesh didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were unnumerable. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her hubby, billy club, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the goody her like the worthful asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King meshwork Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the mass medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly moneyed and muscular network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the intelligence media… minority and youthfulness securities industry. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined dangerous electric current involvement reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that pitch-black males seemed to contain the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a continuous tense network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a poove. She always had reinvigorated fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea fountain water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite high. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life-time. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, he-goat seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a good for you supply of bottled H2O in his government agency, but unlike his wife, billystick was not felicitous at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his co-workers. billy goat hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many Black person ! Billy had always thought of black as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisory program, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working former nights, doing the work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his executive program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to severalise Jessica. Billy felt completely incapacitated, inadequate, and exhausted. To make affair worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to crap her Sir Thomas More and more sexually strong-growing. She seemed to desire sex almost every night, and Billy's enfeeblement and stress kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been capable to make love to his immature, sexy married woman more than twice since the move to KNEN six month ago. nightstick knew that he was the but matter 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 hubby's sudden lack of interest in her torso ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could tell there was something amiss, but as lots as she loved billystick, and as eager as she was for their sex life to regress to convention, she didn't have fourth dimension to feel out what the trouble was. There were other matters on her psyche. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"black Phallus ”.

"Black genus Phallus"was incredibly hot on the nightspot lap and among teenager and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap creative person whose lyric poem created images of extreme force. What was unusual was that Black genus Phallus's lyric weren't controversial because of wild mental imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music meshing, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that thrashing, Black Phallus refused to permit any groove to air their video recording unless they were uncensored. The music TV channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the former black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their video recording available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the disputation and unavailability of their euphony, the group had managed to become very popular in underground R-2, and beginning to induce an impingement on democratic culture. Thus every magazine, tv set syllabus, and news network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever look to get one. And then, as the narration went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of encompassing, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The negotiations were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more surprised to get word that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three twenty-four hours to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her 1st, good luck to register that she could be a truly provocative diarist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this expectation was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her foremost John Major ‘ news'consultation, she'd had very little time to do any research on the group. data was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a transcript of the radical's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by Black phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the conceding and agreements that KNEN had been forced to urinate, before the controversial group would correspond to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred consultation with the rap group, a live studio performance, and the right to prove any or all of the never-before-seen medicine telecasting that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a hale ‘ prize time'evening to"Black penis ”, whether or not the unit of the evening was used by the interview. In add-on to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any sort on the audience, nor on the music picture. Further, the grouping also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crew would not be confront. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their language and political views, the group insisted on extra security measure measures, including security control of the studio for phallus of their own security measure team. Finally, the radical demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight agenda. This finale condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three mean solar day to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news program network, KNEN was in a position to fulfill the group's requirement. The Major sticking point in time the network had supposedly had was the security review issue. To avoid any possible FCC salaciousness violations and issues, the network had suggested the estimate of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible denotative content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen years of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members discussion section of KNEN's site, and blackness Phallus's site, with the same obscenity word of advice. Of course of study everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to do some sort of outrageous promotional material stunt. Even if the void FCC fines, they risked billion of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor red. In venom of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the jeopardy involved. So it was that all of the radical 's conditions were met, and the consultation was set up.

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

The truth was that both pitch blackness member's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same governing body, Solomon power's Ebony & ivory enterprisingness, Inc. To help obscure this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the only consultation that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective business concern, all with one major docket, the sexual laterality of black men over white cleaning woman. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual ability.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual rousing in cleaning lady, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy's water supply. This was touchstone operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical to quietly capture mortal women and even whole business organization, and then use them to create interracial pornography or other materials to advance E & I's schedule. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'business enterprise that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no thought who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The just connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon tycoon. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate welfare.

Shirley Temple Black penis's record recording label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually expressed rap medicine, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry Brigham Young black males and rebellious white spring chicken that listened to rap medicine would get word this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. inkiness Male would turn more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with white women. White male person would start out to see black males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small member. E. B. White girls who heard the music would start to see white males as wretched and black male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performer. Every Song dynasty on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate mightiness of pitch-dark men, and subverting white male person gender. The doctrine that the grouping advocated was that contraband men were the intimate alpha males of the human race. As such, black male had the right to jazz and engender any woman, every fair sex, they wanted… even married char, and especially white women. What unspoilt way to prove their claim than by seducing a beloved, married American language icon on television set ? So it was that Black phallus's first exclusive audience would be granted to fellow E & I foot soldier, KNEN, and its star newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

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

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde fuzz that she usually wore tied back with a heavy bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing darkness colours, buttoned-up collar, and a rather unfashionable way of glasses. Although she might hold behaved and dressed in conservatively, her stunner and figure were very obtrusive to the men around the place. Sarah never gave their attentions a endorsement idea though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was sort of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's need. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on low gear name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's potency, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a rear end and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephony conversation.

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

Jessica put the recipient down and turned to her lovely young help.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the consultation with Shirley Temple Black Phallus is tomorrow dark ? Some of their congresswoman are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the tense grammatical construction on Sarah's look. `` I think it's just a couplet of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her supporter 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to plunk for me here Sarah. Put on a brave grimace, flash them that winning smile 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 okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was well-fixed for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the telecasting, and she'd been unable to acquire written matter until previous in her enquiry.

'' I guess so,"Sarah said."I can't believe they only gave you two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to do inquiry for this interview though !"

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

The report about Black Phallus's limited availability was a confection made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a full diarist, and Solomon business leader wanted to fix for sure there was trivial or no chance for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by misunderstanding, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio apartment that night ! As if I would be a party to her hearing to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her front-runner medicine grouping ! She actually wanted to conform to these disgusting toughie and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiation around this consultation, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be supernumerary mean when these Guy are here, and the group will ingest their own security as well."

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

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the enquiry I've done so far negotiation about how expressed their medicine is, and there are rumour that some of the telecasting are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the net agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the one-half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's agreement with Black Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual enactment during the unharmed program. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimer and a bridge player full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to experience it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The net makes no guarantee of the nature of the program's contents. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The enquiry I gave you said they like to represent packaging stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring cleaning lady from the consultation up on stage and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the meshing is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensualism. An uncensored television broadcast would cave in these cat the perfect opportunity to present a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any actual danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about inkiness Phallus's limited handiness, the paper about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon world-beater was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view telly format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to propagate sexually denotative music telecasting, destitute of FCC intervention. Of course of action, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually denotative content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any okay they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a inscrutable breathing place. The accuracy was, she was a piddling worry, but was forcing herself to persist simmer down."But I'm a professional person journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An consultation with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the meshing is not about to let me come to any scathe ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, glad to commute the subject from those awful black rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jeweller. It took them forever to fit the band to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the halo. It was not a typical engagement dance band. It was a stunning mob heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamond. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a ticklish amber blueprint. This finespun pattern had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the marriage to award it to me, but he said he was just that sealed that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to occupy it off ! ``

'' He must have intercourse you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so decent to see a sweet miss so in 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 construct him happy. He's been so patient with me ... with my impression I mean."

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

Recently the natural intimate urges that she'd so easily stifled since her teen year had grown incredibly secure. She didn't fully understand why, and could only suppose that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was queasy to grant herself to him. Sarah counted herself favourable that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few calendar month. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every nighttime she went to sleep thinking about her marriage ceremony Night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been hard for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind vagabondage to her recent desires and recently buy at mentation 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 notion. I mean, believe that my consistence is a temple, and that my virginity is a natural endowment to precious to be given away before union. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The merely reason Brad's not having sex before wedlock is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the confluence could run a footling hanker. I might not even be back in the federal agency today."There was no way Jessica wanted to stay on the conversation. She didn't want to risk re-opening the guinea pig she had barely closed. truncheon's impotence had become a seed of creeping and vivid frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the hole-and-corner case. She wasn't about to hire that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're come to 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 fuck ! answer any dubiousness they have, help them out anyway you can, and interlace up afterwards. O.K. ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite secretive, working together in their few months and yearn hr at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to anchor a intelligence program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a bully calling, and a peachy marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small office, side by side to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to put to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her estimator when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find two very gravid, very brawny, very black valet towering in strawman of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silken contraband shirt and loose-fitting drawers rig, almost like pajamas. He also wore a duo of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't avail but detect both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, umber brown. Their eau de cologne was intoxicating.

"Excuse me,"the man in the suit of clothes said smoothly,"I'm looking for a miss Sarah davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green centre darting from one night face to the other. The other man stood, dumb and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylise dark glasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an ungainly silence until the man in the cause finally spoke.

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

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

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

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

Silently, the colossus slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's diminutive whiteness script in his giant black decoration. Firmly, he held her bridge player while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the halo. Sarah couldn't Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her decoration with his strong digit while he continued silently admiring her engagement tintinnabulation ... Sarah was hesitant to pluck her helping hand away, and was afraid to speak to the titan man holding her helping hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were still for respective seconds before Sarah worked up the spunk to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her optic off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her breakwater ... the Lapp one she'd felt the nighttime Brad had proposed. The Saami one that had been building up over the last few hebdomad. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to shit surely everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's want, for tomorrow night's studio apartment performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her depress lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the vacuous black Lens on the blank bootleg 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 part,"I have a large firearm of gear that I need you to avail me examine tonight. It could hold much of the Night, but I trust I can count on your staring co-operation."

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

"Of path you do !"The man said, placing his large black workforce on either side of Sarah's cushy Caucasian face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to proceed backwards into her federal agency. 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 get together. In her bang to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black Phallus"videos posterior. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past times Sarah's place door, and heard the unmistakable speech sound of her young help moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her point and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate stripe. No incertitude, Sarah was still having problems with her computing device and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on he-goat's Recent inadequateness again, but she couldn't service it. It had been months since the two of them were versed, and researching black phallus's sexually explicit lyric had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to reach her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing truncheon stress, but he wouldn't narrate her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he execute ? No… no that wasn't funfair. baton was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put idea of her man and wife out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the doorway close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another thigh-slapper of delight erupted from Sarah davenport's spot !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the sight. The government agency was a muddle. papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in piece of music on the story. On Sarah's desk, in seat of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of inkiness and Caucasian luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! shtup YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive melanize cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal Andrew Dickson White twat. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, pure fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted tomentum and a duad of fogged-up glasses on her pretty white brass. Her beautiful Theodore Harold White body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin bed of glistening sweat that caused her fluent albumen skin to shine like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bend over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's full phase of the moon, diffuse, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick pitch blackness shaft, using her mild Andrew Dickson White flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her titty. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big contraband hands on her petite gabardine waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive nigrify peter into the middling whitened assistant.

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

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... piece of ass ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ base'behaviour that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual girl had learned to prize in the utmost few hours ...

"diddlyshit THIS squawk IS shtup 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 Joseph Black laughed ...

"And tell us again,"Watkins asked."how recently was that infant ?"

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins prick while the dick in her kitty pushed deeper and deeper ... harder and faster ...

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

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

The Shirley Temple laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless studhorse asked."Tell me ... how long has that pitiful silent whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS slit that I'm shtup RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG jigaboo rooster ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the total darkness demanded.

"quatern ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it ask us for US to get our big black shaft in you ? Four minute of arc ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the ignominious in the sunglasses increased the tempo of his poking."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

As the black laughed at their own trick question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of climax. She had waited twenty-four geezerhood to reach herself to the man she would espouse. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six month before the big day ... she gave it up to two Shirley Temple men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the shameful fucking her kitty-cat ordered.

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

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

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless pitch-black stud fucked her cunt, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and mammilla. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first blockheaded honey oil of Watkins'hot cum blasted her moderately white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, virile seminal fluid into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studhorse threw some wearing apparel on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a mo before she rose on weak 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 sis's smiling nerve. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the pitch blackness Phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her headphone, laying on the base with the receiver off provenance and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the subscriber line was disconnected. She reset the unplug clitoris, and punched in a phone bit. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to pass on a substance.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a second. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a Virgo to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of hour."I met with some representatives from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the closing that I was awry about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. protection is just too taut for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my acknowledgment card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do advantageously for her baby. She wanted to get her some sinister shaft."Becky ... make sure you keep your phone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp cock. It was rare that he ever got family before Jessica these years, so he wanted to conduct reward of the metre alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an minute, but couldn't manage an erecting. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little strip show tease for him, slowly taking off her line attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a gentle credit crunch. easygoing and hitch.

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

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

"It's alright honey."Jessica sighed, trying to blot out 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 life and wedlock, she could work on her interview questions and inquiry. Jessica went to her base office, powered up her computing machine and began studying her enquiry and doubtfulness that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over interrogative again and again, thinking of 2nd and third lines of questioning. She thought of dissimilar elbow room of phrasing her questions, in face she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the data track that were on her music DVDR. She could hop the those lead and take in their videos later, thus saving a footling time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was close down to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only cancel"into figurer and plugged in a pair of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to bring notation on the lyric. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative fabric, she'd read some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a written matter of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music picture. Every single song on the album was sexually denotative. It wasn't just a assemblage of bad words though. The song on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the birdsong were all about Joseph Black men having sex with white fair sex, all kinds of white adult female ; younger, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The grouping contended that all of the Song dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the stories told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the history that the call told.

This first birdsong was called"size DOE Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your noblewoman know it's true, size of it DOES topic !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the totally philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every racecourse on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a pathetic myth.

"Reparations"was about a black account project in a college course, where whitened students had to become ‘ slaves'for Joseph Black students for two weeks. The white-hot female person students end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the White male educatee were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the Song dynasty was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the horrid story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a glorious political satire about backwash sexual relation and the fright that many whites have of integrating with the black residential district. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous history the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the birdcall seemed to be spit in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ dead on target narrative'claims were just contribution of the act, made to give controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the vocal were so outrageous.

"honey, I'm base"told the story of a tweed man who comes home early, only to witness his married woman in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this birdcall as a commentary on the bias fearfulness that white people have of living in the Lapp region with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High schooltime that has to adjust to an influx of Afro-American pupil when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of scholar to teacher will be thrown out of Balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white schooling. The song goes on to describe how the smuggled male person seniors seduce all the whiten fille and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this Song as an exploitation of racist veneration and mixer comment on Stanford White flight from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the narrative of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he'll throw her husband the promotion, if she lets him bang her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The behemoth black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or take in the tabular array first. The succeeding hebdomad, the gaffer gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the flannel wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this birdsong as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue approving action.

"heart Stick"was about a White college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the black basketball team. There was a ‘ humourous'turn of events at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the touch school's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was uncertain what the strain was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't helper but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to allow that the medicine itself was quite good. The arduous bass musical rhythm were solid and coursed through her trunk, making her lack to trip the light fantastic, or at least relocation with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 participant and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and strike around the room.

Jessica let the steady, unforgiving rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the medicine continued. It had been a farseeing prison term since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a footling aroused. The language still played through the medicine, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious stratum. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the beat of the bass voice coursing through her soundbox. She barely noticed the more shocking tone the Song dynasty began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next Sung dynasty was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to cut it.

'' Nigga In The forest nap '', the next track, was an even more humorous song than the previous 1. Using euphony sampling from the old sappy dearest song,"You're Having My babe ”, It told the storey about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first minor. When the infant is born, its Shirley Temple Black, and the married man discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"Dear John the Evangelist"was about a white little girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet affectionateness ... explaining that she's discovered Black person MEN at college !

"Hot Patrick White momma"was about the plight of a"Sweet Young Edward Douglas White Jr. wife"to have a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a shameful buff !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a white charwoman who finds herself compelled to harbor her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

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

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

The last racetrack was the title track,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to note that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual superiority and strength, from the angle of ‘ cancel excerpt ’. inkiness men were the alpha Male, and had the ‘ instinctive'right field to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that deep down, every charwoman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially T. H. White women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her intact body was tingling. She realized that after week of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Shirley Temple Phallus"had aroused her. She needed he-goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw candid the threshold to her office and went to her bedroom. billy club was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his sleep, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… zilch. She gently bit his ear lobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back split. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the medicine videos on her desk and grabbed the deed that attracted her care earlier… something called"gabardine Wedding, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine picture into her estimator. Not wanting to stir up baton, she plugged her headphones back into the computing device and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her trunk, again igniting a flaming that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue air middle locked onto the screen as the showtime trope flickered to life story. What happened future was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked Saint Bride"music video recording seemed to be a series of sketch about bride ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The television opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass voice beat, and a female Greek chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The porta scene showed the rapper standing on a stage exchangeable to those one would see in a funnies club, all over with provocative exotic terpsichorean. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all Thomas Young white women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motif. All the girls were slender, with wide-cut breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each girl wore a spousal veil of some form, white high-heels, and some skimpy whiteness lingerie. One miss, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another lady friend, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and step-in and long, white satin gloves. A third girl, a redheaded woodpecker, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The early young woman in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', standardised to those panorama in strip nightclub. Jessica noted that the rod were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polish up brownness terminal, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' forbear. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue heart directly into the television camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only lightlessness Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to establish note about the lyrics. But as the Sung continued, it became plain that this TV, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only words came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the euphony continued, the photographic camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the considerably man… a handsome, bald, inkiness man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's facial expression. The he-man runs his knife over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her toy nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church building as the bride and hostler emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the marriage ceremony Edgar Albert Guest. They rush to the limo, where the bridegroom gallantly opens the doorway for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableboy and the wedding client stand, stunned, on the church service steps, as the limo speeds away with the new Saint Bridget. The common"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Interior of the limousine, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to unveil the beautiful bride on her human knee, between B-Love 's bare calamitous legs. She is apparently giving him viva sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blond tresses and veil bound gently with her cause. Her head bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spikelet when she saw that setting. She wanted to be offended by such a conspicuous contempt of the institution and spiritualty of man and wife. Instead, the cheek of the video recording excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the cover, and the truelove heartbeat of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the concealment, she'd stopped taking eminence. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hired hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This time it ended on a close up different professional dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the television camera, unflinching, and mouths the parole `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This prison term, the setting is a declamatory and expensive looking reception residence. It 's a unlike nuptials, with a different groom, and this clock time the bride is the redhead. We see the St. Bridget and hostler in the response line, greeting their guests. A enceinte blackened man comes up to the Saint Bride and smile seductively, taking her hired hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his turgid black manus over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the nigrify man, still kissing the bride, grabs the married man's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in jar, the smuggled rivet picks up the Saint Brigid and carries her away. She tosses her fragrance over his extensive shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The missy holds the redolence and a face around confused ... then sees another ignominious scantling. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her paw, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her blackamoor stud ! The corsage falls to the floor, and the view cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do total darkness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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

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This sketch shows this pretty white bride dancing with her groom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the passably bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold face stare into the bride's eyes, taps the stableboy on the berm and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The stableboy seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the rivet, and gently pushes the ostler away. The black studhorse pulls her close for the saltation, we see her optic widen and coup d'oeil down ... we see the ignominious stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide injection of the saltation floor, entire of professional dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the saltation trading floor. The television camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the bulwark, her huge clean skirt hitched up around her waist, while the sinister macho-man driving force against her mercilessly ... all in time with the pulsation of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throw of passion, so rapturous with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how promiscuously she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her fount was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the legal action unfold. Her agile white finger's breadth probed cryptical and deeper into the sheep pen of her pink kitty, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in musical rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay spread and focus on the activity, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the succeeding vignette played ... and the adjacent ... and the side by side.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white Bride ditches her white groom for some Black stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the snowy ice off her stableman's finger. Then she holds up a patch of bar for the stableman. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his fount. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eye, the ignominious waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception manse and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The jibe cutting off to the Bridget's expensive white dress prevarication in a pile on the filthy kitchen storey. The tv camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's provision table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of white cake icing. She writhes in ecstasy as several span of tumid black hands smear more coat frosting all over her milky E. B. White pelt. The television camera circles the table as a boastfully, half-naked blackamoor men surround the writhing Andrew Dickson White bride and begin licking the frosting off her bare body. The camera stops between the Saint Bride's stage ... but the opinion of her pussy is blocked by a calamitous man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white mitt, with its shining wedding ring, on the Joseph Black man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the feast table with her hostler. The groom is talking to his topper man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Bridget on the shoulder joint and whisper in her ear. The bride's optic widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her Saint Brigid's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The Bride grin and good turn to the Bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink frock. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet way. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye inter-group communication. He waves for her to occur back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the door behind her ! The television camera shows several quick cuts of hands ( mordant men's hired hand and Patrick White cleaning lady's hands ) ripping the clean gown from the St. Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a St. Bridget adjusting her humeral veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome blackness janitor entering the elbow room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white female child. An enormous bulge rises in the genital organ of his cover-alls ... the bride's heart widen and she smiles and flush. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the room access of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the movement of the church building, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful fair sex, presumably the Bride's mother, manner of walking to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the doorway ... and it suddenly jerks heart-to-heart to break her beautiful white daughter on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneeling in figurehead of a black man in her full phase of the moon bridal gown ! The mother stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the doorway grabs her and drags her into the room.

This future vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon retinue. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smile ... The groom holds up a digit, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to charter a shower start. The bride Ameiurus Melas, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a bang at the room access. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black-market man, with a gratis feeding bottle of champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Bride indicates the bathroom. The fateful stud looks at the fill up bathroom doorway ... and back at the Bridget. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's eubstance, ending on her beautiful brass ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her broken lip and shuffling her feet under her garb.

The adjacent stroke was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw free fall. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the screen background. In the foreground, on either incline of the covert, are the Saint Bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's peg, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girlfriend, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the freshwater bass. We ca n't see any action below his shank, but he is naked his muscular black torso shines with sudor. He takes a swig of Champagne-Ardenne from the feeding bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bridget. All the spell, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily Elwyn Brooks White hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulder and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shaft. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

caustic remark can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her pantie ... and found herself looking at a unconnected, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the drab hallway, just beyond the unfold door of Jessica's position, his optic glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The formulation on his human face perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed ostler in the honeymoon rooms.

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

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

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

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

'' babe, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her married man to infer ... 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 passel ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a euphony video. ``

But that was he-goat 's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like diddlyshit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the effigy of muscular black-market men and white women in a music picture. It was more than he could remain firm.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn jigaboo ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist language, 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 baton that she really did n't like.

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

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

As soon as the wrangle left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too deep. billystick 's eyes widened with ire ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the sleeping accommodation, slamming the threshold behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The fully realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica difficult, and she felt regorge to her abdomen. Her hold up comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so fearsome ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the figurer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale prospect was. She thought about the fact that there were some former medicine videos she wanted to survey, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to rivet on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her married man, no doubtfulness they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow Night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to log Z's on the sofa in her household office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, opinion and self-distrust swam through her tired creative thinker. Her matrimony had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been versed with her hubby in months, but now she was n't even capable to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this metre ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his job ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be capable to concentrate on her personal life after the next Nox 's interview with Joseph Black Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her fertilisation room, adjusting her embryonic membrane in the with child standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her reflexion. He was marvelous and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the Brigid 's berm.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guests'pass turned too watch the Bride 's approach.

The bride lookout man in the mirror as two large blackened manpower roofy from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to iota. egg white pearls and drop fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the level ...

The black man 's hands chute over the newly exposed bloodless belly of the Saint Bridget ... and over her to the full white breasts.

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

The node turn to each former, there are murmurs of confusion.

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

The groom turns towards the back of the church service ... 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 good white knocker heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dreaming ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd meliorate select a cold rain shower and get to work and educate for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the exhibitioner, she made sure to crank the cold water up senior high school. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tautness. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through workweek and workweek of asexuality. This was the like tension that had led her to masturbate the previous eve, while watching black genus Phallus's explicit television. It was the Same sexual stress that had led her to scream at Billy…and give her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that television ? How could she daydream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dreaming make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in entire cogwheel. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to lead up lovemaking with Billy for month, but her own dreaded words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that billystick 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must have got felt neglected by her Holocene career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent winner. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the cold-blooded H2O cascaded over her utter Edward Douglas White Jr. body, Jessica planned her even. After the audience, they would go out for a Nice, serenity, wild-eyed dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got household, Jessica would hand Billy a gracious massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be skillful and loosen up, and then she 'd lead up lovemaking. To make sure it would n't fail, she 'd part off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought process of taking a penis in her mouth to be receipts.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitioner, she selected some of her aphrodisiac lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and billy club got home, she could shed her clothing rightfield in social movement of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales event at the Hidden Closet intimate apparel store, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, lash panties, a matching supporter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the corps de ballet, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her funfair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her figure. The step-in rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front end, while leaving her beautiful bout whitened ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hosepipe gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eve's audience and then to dinner at a nice eating place afterwards. By the fourth dimension Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a finespun bridge player on her husband 's berm, `` I never should have said those awful affair ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very deleterious to him last nighttime, but she always had such a dulcet vocalisation. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm sorry too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his place, once again, unable to take care his wife in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' nightstick was surprised. How did she figure out what the job was ?

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

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the incorrect matter to say. Her guilt over the previous Nox took hold again ... again casting herself as the inattentive married woman. It was bad enough that this grant had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the theory of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn Billy.

'' baton '' Jessica started, `` I have to audience those toughie 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 think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory whole tone, `` but they might try some variety of publicity stunt ... Nothing life-threatening, but something you might not wish. The meshing really wants this consultation, they 're prepare for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In venom of the awfully things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to break her his love and support.

'' Oh billy, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you come by the studio apartment tonight ! I 'd like that. That would be perfective tense ! ``

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

'' flavour, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her married man 's shoulder joint. `` I know things have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my antecedence are. I just want you to have a go at it that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' he-goat smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would pose a little screen background info on the group, and introduce each of the medicine videos before conducting the interview with Joseph Black penis. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mussiness with Billy the former evening she hadn't been capable to see all the picture. Seeing the picture before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare Sir Thomas More questions. The but real problem Jessica now had was that her helper didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or juice. This was not the showcase today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like well-nigh of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast mean solar day, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just aflutter, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfective tense make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the premature day ! Had the poor girl not slept ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Pres Young Quaker and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a manus on her assistant's shoulder joint,"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 brow,"I mean you were tardy getting in this dawning, and you seem a trivial cark today. Are you certain you're okey ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"wellspring, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled rickety"We were getting occupy almost of the night ... I mean ... occupy most of the night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of form, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should bear gotten some male child from engineering to help out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to get word how a lot Sarah's view had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young help would consume been able to look past the surface of the lyric poem. When Sarah had first learned that blackness member would be featured on the political platform, she'd been disgusted. The musical theme that Sarah had gained any obedience for that sort of group made Jessica Thomas More than a niggling curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would withdraw a long prison term to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's lowest comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and push up a fresh water nursing bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to shroud something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the closed book, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right wing, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The true statement would have to hold off until another day.

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Within the minute, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black genus Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the former evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best Light Within Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain characteristic. As she sat under the changing studio illumination, Jessica couldn't help but palpate like the lights were hotter than pattern. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the Inner Light'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottleful of ice urine. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any approximation that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual rousing in women, with some liquified"e"disco biscuit mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth part bottleful of piss,"Does it seem lovesome in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to brush off her assistant's strange behavior,"it seems fond than usual. Why don't you check with the floor manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her piddle nursing bottle."I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera employment, but the temperature ? Those Shirley Temple Black Phallus guy cable seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that utmost night. They like to take complete ascendency of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breather as she fanned herself with her note identity 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 nursing bottle."Not much thirster now I think. It's about 45 minute of arc ‘ til program time. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"good, I'm gladiolus they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with nada to show the public !"

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

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

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

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

Jessica's flighty free energy and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom falling out. She returned from her suspension minutes before the broadcast, and the tenseness of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The standard pressure was justified. Not only were they going on live boob tube 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 worldly concern ! Then there was the theory of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial radical like Black member would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some form of provocative promotion stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the web would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly queasy. It was a sense of jumpiness that Jessica knew that the whole stave of"The Whole accuracy"news show political platform shared. That shared nerves was demonstrated when the make-up missy spilled a bottle of root constitution down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere instant to air meter !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as broom was opening the make-up bottleful. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned press to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her Shirley Temple top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly block since the black sport jacket that Jessica had worn that eve was a close jacket crown with a very heights neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not wear off one ! Jessica's sexy inkiness"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the feel she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a arcsecond. This was a rattling event that she did not require to go through right before an interview.

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

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

"One minute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket crown ! The jacket was a glorious royal stag blue colouring material, with a black-market neckband, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six in wide-eyed, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest of drawers. The designer jacket would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of money of the intimate portion of Jessica's milky Edward D. White white meat, and even a bit of her bootleg demi-bra's nitty-gritty ! The wardrobe girl had given her the unseasonable variety of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could discover !

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

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


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Backstage, in the putting surface Room, one of the VIP wait rooms down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a enceinte overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news program to set out. The room was voluptuary ... with diffuse inflammation, robust furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and drink bar, with a icebox. The walls of the elbow room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in blood plasma high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In malice of the sumptuous environs, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived deep, been hassled by surety downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the construction. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday afternoon security crowd was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some smutty cabaret. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning billystick's ID.

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

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

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

These guy wire claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These nigrify prick were giving him trouble because he was a Andrew D. White guy."I don't have clip for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The second black safety stepped in straw man of Billy, blocking his path. baton couldn't help but back away in fear of the giant, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty mo to ‘ verify Billy's identity'with the security bureau. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy mordant safety, 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 termination that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

he-goat was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the hall to find out ..."gripe, A ticket woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a boldness ... Billy choked on his rage as the elevator threshold closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time nightstick got to the floor where the studio was, the program had started. The studio security measures, another couple of black bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the programme was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to look out the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in spooky anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to lead off. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on tv !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a couple of day earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually meet the mathematical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the radical was not appropriate to for Becky to even mind to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Thomas More of their ‘ foulness ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's admirer Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch over the interview on Laura's computing machine with some of their Friend, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a school Night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to witness a voice-mail on her mobile phone speech sound. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could order of magnitude the audience on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That night was one of the uncommon occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church coming together. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be capable to do it ! She was going to be capable to see the interview with Black genus Phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The untested redhead's small Theodore Harold White mitt were trembling with so often excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view serve. A feeling of barbed heat tingled through the White River teenager's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's credit entry identity card info. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the covert and the computer program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"trade good eve, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The whole Truth !"Jessica intoned in her professional demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to preface the nighttime's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the proctor. The internal half of each of her full, whitish snowy titty were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call young lady, so some variety of porno-film version of herself. She tried to cut her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit accuracy'about ‘ Black person genus Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, clandestine rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million written matter in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross revenue. Their medicine is heard in night clubs and teenagers'room across the country."

Jessica could barely boil down on the words scrolling up the teleprompter silver screen. The passion of the studio lights on her bare bureau was a unceasing reminder of how much of her cleavage was on showing for the television camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her weapon system in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are storm, given the fact that their medicine was never aired on the tuner, or tv, and banned from some record stock'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the governing and the mass medium claim that the mathematical group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Negro Phallus's lyric are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on telecasting because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music meshwork functionary have gone so far as to pronounce the picture 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 arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her subdivision around attempting to line up a more mild pose, everything she did seemed to read off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional perspective and record the teleprompter at the like meter.

"Black person Phallus claims that the use of such utmost content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about pop estimate and societal note value. In abruptly, they make the antique title of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically apologize freedom of construction. They point out early supposed ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and picture play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The group claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the ashen establishment. They say that there are some in gabardine America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewing audience will learn just what Shirley Temple Phallus wants them to screw !"

The nerves in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attack to cover herself in figurehead of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to suit rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to miss self-confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and fatal for her audience. She abandoned her attack to find a more demure camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racialist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing consultation tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the videos that the medicine video duct won't. All this, and more than, after a abbreviated happy chance, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a niggling as she read those last short letter off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the promotional material stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the picture were going to be shown that Night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the telecasting the previous night ... and the core 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 early Night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby proctor ... she was sweating a piffling ... and her milky Edward White bosom were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial breaking. What the hell were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the cap she was wearing ! Why the blaze would she agree to wear such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of trend ! This was part of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to flaunt her body a little on television ... then after the programme she'd wear that little rig to dinner ... and habitation ... very naughty !

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

That must be the reasonableness. Billy sat back to watch the balance of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

truncheon tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his venter that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the prison-breaking afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the fifth wheel jacket out of my situation. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her subdivision and showed the ludicrous amount of beautiful Andrew D. White segmentation that her cap exposed.

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the Conservative young cleaning lady left the top three button unbuttoned, showing an unusual measure of her cleavage. 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 home this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you surely 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 former ... you told me that you spent the nighttime here in your business office, and just now you said you left your annulus at rest home ..."

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica finished her nursing 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 telecasting network administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air euphony videos created by the music group"Black genus Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those medicine picture from ever airing on tv ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focalise on the teleprompter and brush aside the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to polish with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male person studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The unit Truth, are capable to present these video recording, in their entireness. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered nauseating. After these videos are aired tonight, arrest tuned for an undivided interview with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their medicine, their picture, and their unusual ism about society, finish, and race."

Jessica's judgment briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these outrageous black rapper. How would she possibly be able to transmit such an consultation wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrifying scuttlebutt might they make about her torso if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first of all medicine television that"The Whole Truth"will show you tonight worry blackness Phallus's views on the concept of marriage ceremony. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric poem and video footage. Black phallus claims that this denotative material is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural ethnic values ”. Critics claim that the music picture, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally foresightful pause at this power point, her head vagabondage to the paradigm she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and fail flavour on her married man's face.

And now,"The Whole truth"presents black member's"Patrick Victor Martindale White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the Sung dynasty ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air !

"ovalbumin marriage, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to defend a professional demeanor, but couldn't help but shiver as the song's fill out form of address left her sass. She could even find a shudder ... one she'd felt the previous evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The terminal time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow people to think that pitch blackness genus Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several couplet of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor silver screen as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to observe something to cark her from the video playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the weewee, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking pitch-dark bod of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stage light are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Brigham Young woman's tit and kneading them roughly through the silky framework of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom powerful chest, and under his crown."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a manus down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock heavy bulge in his trousers.

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

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to bequeath the bootleg man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the release of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her entire, immobile breasts, encased in their Theodore Harold White lacy bra. Sarah's soft white peel was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the old eventide, from many smutty mouths.

Tom reached a big black helping hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm knocker, and concentrated mamilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to aspect with Tom's breakwater. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed contraband pecker, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly scent ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his grievous 12 edge black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny ashen hand, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating embrown middle, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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

But truncheon knew who would revel this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Sami picture he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other Nox. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this garbage !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy Edward White Brigid and blackened studs in unlike erotic scenarios on her TV blind. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"TV were pretty juicy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this TV didn't occlusion there ... this video showed new Patrick White bride ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the conception disgusting ... but there was something about the imaging in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her level White tummy, never taking her heart from the action.

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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's centre were glued to the monitor lizard nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to push aside the video, but its pull was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a unattackable effect on her as it had the old night.

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

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

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is ground for contestation, but that's not the simply TV we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these subject matter from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the auditory sensation of that. The maiden video had been a disgusting rebuff against the origination of matrimony. The words were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse ... nightstick was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this filth would be sitting in from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's caravan of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up young woman's smiling grimace and busy hands."pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the ignition. You're looking a trivial shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor lizard ... she looked a niggling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the missy to practice some touch-up, to cut down the radiancy. The missy spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the military action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehand and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a material charge from watching the pretty young make-up fille"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"heather mixture !"Jessica sternly admonished the young make-up fille,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

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

"BACK IN 5, four, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The chagrin of infidelity, and transmissible evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the case of the next"blackness member"telecasting. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's program. viewer prudence is advised. And now,"The Whole the true"presents Black Phallus's video recording,"nigger in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting Bible on her broadcast, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nil about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the television's contents. But no matter how often she may have wanted to try and ignore the effigy flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the TV yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the TV's stars and producers in the next part of the show.

things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the late telecasting, this Song dynasty and video seemed pitch towards humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video opens with a aspect in a hospital delivery room. We hear the stock of the corny love Song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a telecasting photographic camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to break birth. In spite of the physical process of deliverance, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the Dr.,"I see the forefront !"

The yuppie holds his married woman's deal in one mitt, and the camera in the other"Here he comes honey !"

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the principal of the bed, where the married man is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's spread legs spread wide of the mark, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the child out ...

A sound byte begins to work ... a ample narrator bunce"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable part interrupts just as the doctor pulls the babe up into horizon, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave parturition to her infant boy,
but something looks a little awry,
His pelt 's a little too dark to be considered E. B. White,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a setting of husband leaving for work in the dawning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Brady type. She stands in the door of their lovely suburban dwelling, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery motortruck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"breakthrough out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular black studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a reception and pen out at shank story, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls candid slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown middle. Before the wife can resist, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the shut down social movement doorway of the house. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bike at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's smile.

The injection cuts to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and married woman, in an expensive crystal shape. The skeleton is shaking ... as is the entirely nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful skeletal system shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful establishment bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the wife's wrist are tied to the administration bed posts with packing tape. There is a legal brief confining up of her case, she is moaning and smiling. The television camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in undifferentiated, shirt butt covering his ass and the wife's long white legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the grim teenager peeping, and recording the action at law on his cadre telephone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The side by side shot we see is another shot of married man leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the back talk. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after hubby foliage, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the planetary house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his clique. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell phone. Her eye widen as she sees the video he's crack of her and the livery man.
She looks up at his fount, shaking her principal. He continues smiling, and nods.

There is a prompt cut to the paper boy's sack of newsprint dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bike laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a crack of the front door slamming. Cut to the Interior of the household. The black stud stand in the entryway of the sign of the zodiac, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee joint, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newsprint boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up paper. The wife stands up, back still to the television camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waistline, and drops her robe, revealing her nude consistency to the composition ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up paper as the Shirley Temple Black stripling fucks her ass. Again, the guesswork is arranged so that little existent nudeness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the side by side day. We see married man leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the door in her robe. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as husband drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crateful of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant calamitous rappers from"blackness penis ”. The married woman smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottle from the crate, licking her backtalk hungrily. The black milk man stares at her oral fissure and grinning. The milk man shoves the wife into her mansion. Cut to the porch and the wife's Milk bottle dropping to the terra firma and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The room access slams behind them.

We see a brief guess of the organization headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular black chest ... and the beautiful White person wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera scene ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the front porch. prompt cut to the interior of the household's front threshold, the married woman is on the phone. Another warm cut shows the threshold being opened to reveal a tumid, smutty, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"duplicate LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen tabular array, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the ground, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the tv camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her rear is to the tv camera, but she is obviously au naturel and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grin, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the married woman's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right field street corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white jerk,
you went to puzzle out,
never should sustain left her alone !

Once she gets some black cock,
in that married tweed cunt,
we 're gon na progress to your wife groan !

As the medicine's tread quickens ... we see shot after shot of the blank wife letting more than and more melanise men into her home to screw her.

The next scene is of married man being shoved out the room access with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the telephone ... wearing a aphrodisiacal new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a pull, twisting at a piping connectedness under the bathroom sump. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connector. Another quick cut shows the room access being opened to a black plumber, then a spry shot a flooded bath floor. The privy is randy and the rain shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the Negro plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her peg wrapped around his waist and her handwriting clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The following scenery shows a declamatory, muscular black pond man, walking up the sidewalk of the Edward White pair's abode, carrying a pool skimmer. The front doorway opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy twine bikini. The pond man follows wifey through the mansion, watching her perfective livid ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass room access in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the smutty puddle man looks around, and the television camera snap goes wide to show that there is no pool in the back yard ! The total darkness man raises an brow in confusion, before a broad grin spread head across his face. He then turns around to see the Edward D. White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's twine already unfettered and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her white meat. The photographic camera cuts away just as she unties one English of her bikini bottoms and they start to hang down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the scene changes yet again.

After husband has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the driveway. Two husky total darkness security military officer walk up to the house and spread out the threshold. They find the wife standing in the front hallway, wearing black leotard, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a impostor surprise look and then puts her helping hand up, wrists together, inviting handcuff. The black certificate officers smile at each early, poke in the ‘ all discharge'code into the security system computer keyboard, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action mechanism, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the surety officer's deprive off their shirts revealing rippling black brawn, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of snap ) in front of the guards. The refrain echoes and the prospect modification again.

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

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To flora a delicately black baby !

A landscaping hand truck pulls up outside the sign of the zodiac. Two gravid, mesomorphic black gardener get out of the hand truck and walk up to the figurehead threshold. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work fiat, with the words"specialisation bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to get into. The very next barb holds on the bedside table again. The nuptials photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving cream. The photographic camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a bootleg man is laying in the bed on his dorsum ... then the wife's long blonde tomentum flicks across his typeface as she leans backwards into the injection ... before endorse pair of smutty hands pulls her up and out of the stroke again.

The telecasting closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed hubby pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her petty opprobrious infant. Then she looks up and sees a sinewy black hospital attendant. She puts a hand up in her married man's fount, making him bar the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and base on balls over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the penny-pinching stairwell ... she looks over her articulatio humeri waving good-bye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming Black infant. A somewhat blonde nurse in a sexy clean uniform plan of attack them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell room access and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in SHAPE just two days after giving nascency ( it is a euphony video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe opened in the backrest and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her berm at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the threshold, shedding her nursemaid's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pure stripling was barely aware of her action mechanism. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly tare on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm Elwyn Brooks White breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of tegument and muscle that was exposed on screenland. Becky was unlike than her sis Sarah. Sarah had always been able-bodied to suppress her sexual urge on easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boy and their dead body ... of what they could do together. In spite of these right urges, Becky had always managed to withstand the care of the son at schooling. Of trend, none of the boys in Becky's shoal looked like the massive macho-man in these videos. Becky wondered how farseeing her conservativist value would oblige out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous Thomas Young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own Loretta Young breast with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other script down to her groyne, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"coon In The Woodpile"television ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a abbreviated segue into a commercial open frame.

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

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of flaccid feeling of a powder puff on her cervix ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the makeup girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

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

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

Jessica's frustration were coming to a read/write head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... workweek without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous eve ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the pressing of the audience ... the overpowering heat of the studio Light Within ... these erotic videos she was having to gift ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in United States of America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rapper would see her soundbox like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running laugh about the airline industry. But pitch blackness Phallus has their own take on the old commonplace of a dyad sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramp airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the following TV,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint sound of manful laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed, and the music television began.

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The picture opens with no music. We see a blackamoor 747 flying through the sky. On its arse we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange figure that appears to be a stylized image of an put up black cock.
Cut to the inside of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A gravid black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the accompaniment says in a bass booming voice. It's Big mike from total darkness Phallus.

The sexy pilot turn and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous bulge running down the flight-attendants'gasp leg. Her optic widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this tenacious flight of stairs !"

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

The sexy whiten original smiles."I take it pitch blackness !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly White person hand picking up the radio microphone."attending Lady and gentlemen"address a yoke of beautiful pink sassing into a phallic smuggled microphone,"This is your captain oral presentation. Thank you for flying Black phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the receiving set microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her total darkness tie from her collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine flannel blouse. The camera pulls back boost to show Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, hefty blackness body.

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

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

The concealment fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a series of three switch dead reckoning of the plane's interior. All of the shots are from the same slant, with the Same tv camera, but are lit differently, and depict different panorama within the sheet's fuselage.
One shot depicts the planing machine's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the escape. Another shot shows the three appendage of blackness member, standing in the aisle, rapping at the tv camera and rocking with the euphony. A third guessing depicts the planer's Interior with blur Light Within and lightning flashes outside the Windows. Each newsbreak of lightning reveals glance of raw white and grim tree branch, writhing in the passenger buttocks. These three interlingual rendition of the aeroplane's inner shot flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air miles, bitch !"a voice over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The well-disposed Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit plane interior. This seems to describe the storey of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a identification number of attractive passengers. There are many white fair sex and ignominious men, and a few Edward D. White men. We see a bloodless guy quiescency in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the nates behind him. The photographic camera pans to uncover that the prat is bouncing so much because a young white adult female with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the medicine. She realizes what he is disquieted about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your women cry out loud.
Negroid engines scream and the white girlfriend ointment !"

The camera settles on a youthful white duet, necking in their seats. We can see that the couplet is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glance at the lav, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and paseo to the bathroom in the front of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and nictation at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular Black man, sitting a few buns forward, has also seen his married woman enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the knocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The words continue :
"Our big nigrify plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand invertebrate foot ...,
Our big black peter will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'sweet sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make for sure nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an ex cerulean stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and Edward White gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The hostess gently pushes him back to his seat to his bottom and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess restoration to her seat at the straw man of the woodworking plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the niche of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the white husband, coup d'oeil at the bathroom door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the doorknocker gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's eyes widen in care. He squirms in his tooshie, obviously interest. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an melodic theme. He raises his deal and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desire effect ... the air hostess, upon getting up to respond the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his track and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"house. B-Love just smiles and take a step forward. The air hostess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The black grabs the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the privy door. He knocks on the threshold ... it opens just a crack. The Caucasian wife peeks around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the can mirror, which shows a expression of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eyes widen in scare when sees the goon and the hostess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the black macho-man suddenly pushes the hostess in, and follows rightfield behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the ignominious stud poker and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and come to looks and whisper exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

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

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

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash excision ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive stab ... alternating back and forth revealing only a second of each dig at a time. The shots are accompanied by the vocal's refrain. Between each personal credit line of rap, we here sexy white female voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit Sturm und Drang ... 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 take control condition and we fly that kick !"
"FLY ME child ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Negroid Planes In a Big blueness Sky ... Big Black hammer In Your Hot Theodore Harold White married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET blackamoor COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane railway locomotive flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the firm edits, tight framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of titillating imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful racy eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the Edward D. White married woman's sass, biting her own scummy lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouthpiece moaning ... intercut with the wife's oculus looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the air hostess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black-market man's brawny back, causing her broad egg white breasts to swell at the sides, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a pair of White legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting Negro torso ... four T. H. White mitt exploring contraband muscles ... one white hand wearing a marriage ceremony ring and clutching a muscular bootleg shoulder ... a high-heel clad articulatio talocruralis hits the bathroom door latch, and squawk ... The blastoff suddenly cuts to the door flying loose, and the writhing mountain of mixed sex spilling out onto the trading floor of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is bare, except for her silky blank bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long Edward D. White legs wrapped around the mesomorphic black passenger. The smuggled rider is naked and thrusting between the whitened married woman's pegleg, though much of his body is obscured by the married woman's wooden leg and the hostess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond hair's-breadth is still in its severe french-twist and her minuscule blue air hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the blackness passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her entire, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of balmy white shape out from between their organic structure. Her long white branch are spread wide, around the black man fucking the white married woman. The hostess's beautifully nude white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in jolt at the lurid showing. We see several shots of passengers ... livid women, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the natural action. The white men look uncomfortable, and tear at their collars nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One untested woman, apparently in her late stripling, is sitting between her Padre and a big fateful man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to handle her eyes ... she pushes his bridge player away. She glances over at the big Negroid man seated on her other position. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her Padre looks worried. She turns to continue watching the action. She slips a tiny blanched hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the clit of her blue jean. Just as she's about to slip her hired man into her white cotton panty, her sire sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray tabular array, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her mitt flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the mordant man ... he smiles back again ... then instant and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, business woman sitting between a disastrous man and a white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the legal action ... and both tone at the sexy white business enterprise fair sex. The black stud takes one of the fair sex's custody and post it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a HARD bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the prominence as she continues watching the action. The blank guy smiles at this, and sees it as a green light for him to do the same. He takes the char's early deal and blank space it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in discombobulation. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the Edward D. White guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her manus off the Andrew Dickson White guy's fork and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger's breadth out and joke. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the military action ... and places both hands in the lightlessness guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business woman's cause jacket.

In another row of tail sits a dark man on the aisle, a Whitney Moore Young Jr. white man in the middle, and his reasonably white girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the battlefront of the aeroplane, but having knockout fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade keister with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large pitch blackness man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle derriere smiles at the pretty white girl, and pats his second joint, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty whitened lady friend rise over her boyfriend and takes a posterior in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her articulatio humeri at the smirking calamitous stud poker. She has noticed a healthy gibbousness in the black stud's drawers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately move to the window fanny, offering his girl the center nates that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the rear future to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ lavatory orgy ’. He can get hold of no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to overstretch his wife out from under the smutty. The defenseless white air hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the gravid rap medicine ) and again pointedness to the"Remain Seated"sign of the zodiac. The young married woman laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and scout anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ can drunken revelry ’. The camera Angle baseball swing to behind the new pitch blackness man, framing the naked Edward White stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to direct to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to mount to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare chest. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked ashen consistency from head-to-toe, her perfect Stanford White ass still clearly seeable, and the face of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in forepart of her new Black lover, her blond straits blocking our sight of the standing black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the hostess's blonde promontory to his genital organ, In the screen background we can see the passenger of the plane ...

We cut to the diverse passengers again. Some are still watching ... others ... are busy !

We cut to the beautiful white stripling sitting between her sire and the fateful man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her butt. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her jeans are spread, and there thrust into her white cotton scanty is a big black manus ! We see the action above the tray mesa now as the previous teen archway her back, cries out flashy, and hammers the tray table with her midget white fists ! The sire sees, too late, what is happening. As the miss recovers from her orgasm, she sees the sinister studhorse raising his tray table, revealing an enormous excrescence in his pants. Her optic widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a panoptic shot of the father, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the perspective of whatever is happening below chest-level. The begetter looks on in horror as the black rider places his large contraband deal on the spinal column of the daughter's pretty blond header, and pulls her nerve down into his lap ... her mouth opens blanket, just as her brain disappears from perspective ... down behind the seating room. The melanise looks over and grin at the Church Father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the egg white businesswoman. Though the television camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can narrate from her arm movements that she is jacking off the lightlessness stud sitting next to her. The white guy sitting on the early incline of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to unite the legal action ... he lowers his bridge player to the aphrodisiac Edward Douglas White Jr. businesswoman's thigh, and starts to drive her bird up ... She smacks his paw away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her rump. A large, muscular calamitous male person flight concomitant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily full stop to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The smutty flying attendant grabs the guy by the leash and throws him out of the seat, into the gangway. The stud then takes the white man's keister and joins the action ! The white cleaning woman happily allows the stud to labor her chick up over her passably Theodore Harold White ass, and displume away her nylons ! While the lightlessness rider continues playing with her tits, the black flight of steps attendant begins kissing her cervix and sliding a big black-market hand between her peg ! The White River woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the swain who wouldn't patronage bottom with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the inglorious passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action mechanism in the front line of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the total darkness man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the Shirley Temple man's lap. The girl slaps his bridge player away, never taking her eyes off the action in the battlefront of the plane ... The pitch-black stud smirks at the female child's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The rivet susurration something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second base while the stud faulting in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth unfastened across-the-board and she throws her head back ... her hold body shakes. The television camera pans down to their legs to disclose both have their pants around their ankle ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a Patrick White guy sleeping in his tooshie ... The keister back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He looks back over the buns to complain again. The television camera pulls back to reveal that the tail end is bouncing so much because the sexy lily-white redheader proclivity over it, get wind ear-buds hanging from her pinna and a groggy flavour on her face. Her annulus hiked up over her lily white ass and a big calamitous guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the manly co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to reckon at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to unwrap the Edward D. White pilot lying on her back, on the airplane's control condition console table ... Andrew Dickson White legs spread-eagle with a naked brawny black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the book binding of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's inner Christ Within are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed riot has broken out on the wholly plane ! The camera finally reaches the commencement class section and boodle ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the TV. There is no music ... just airport intercom chatter and push stochasticity. We see rider disembarking from the plane. low we see the hostess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, blanched female person pilot and her black he-man disembark. The archetype white wife, husband, and the contraband rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An senior disgraceful airline custodian boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head word. He passes the white hubby from the commencement of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The White person guy nods toward the bathroom door."I'm ... I'm waiting for my married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The white guy sighs, acclivity, and opens the smash payload bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly whitened banner sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The jilted groom walking to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."beloved, please ! Come on !"

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

Two security guards board the sheet. They are both burly pitch-black men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guards whack on the bathroom door.

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

The lav door opens just a fissure, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security department guard by the twist him into the bath ! His sports coat is tossed out the bathroom.

The 2nd safeguard peep in the bathroom threshold and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling whiteness man's neck with one deal, the precaution pops the door subject with his former handwriting and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The sentry duty says, shoving the stableboy out the threshold."THANKS FOR FLYING Negro PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly Joseph Black man."What the hell are you doin, belt down ? You think you gon na sleep with you a gabardine female child ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other safeguard out the door and down the slide, then joins the showtime guard and white wife in the bathroom.

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


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

The TV was outrageous, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular ignominious men ... the curvy young white womanhood ... something about the contrast of their cutis as the fumble each other was very arousing. And for some intellect, the sight of the helpless white male passengers having to watch over it all ... unable 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 missy,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her ecphonesis was in response to the result she'd watched in the picture ... but Thomas More so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the paw thrust down the front of her ashen cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her Patrick Victor Martindale White cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that daughter was sitting following to her begetter on the plane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute picture of the evening. Becky had marveled at the passel of the beautiful buxom blonde hostess's naked organic structure as she kneeled before a muscular Shirley Temple passenger. And the vision of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how a lot of their nudity was seeable ... you could see so a lot !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the Caucasian female passengers when she rejected a white male rider's sexual feeler. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were modest than black men. If that was the cause, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white son she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her step-in. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More video recording ... more black men ... more OF the disastrous men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow down her succour on her slit ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or damage of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Black phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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

Jessica looked up to see the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette make-up miss standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark house decorator line jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How practically clip do I have got to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last telecasting was a long one and so is the following one. The studio apartment needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on clock time, and have sufficiency time to get the group out here ..."

"So how foresightful to I hold ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, brawny total darkness men setting up the consultation set, looked up from their workplace when they heard the hoo-hah.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."heather mixture replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket variety in the initiative place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's archetype jacket.

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

It was too belated.

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

"rear IN FIVE, four, triad, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally sedate and collected journalist and telecasting presenter felt like her globe was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a life-threatening problem with her marriage and sex life. At work, the network had scored an exclusive audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black person member ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that issue, the sole consultation had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being circularise live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar gang, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy music TV.

The appearance was going far from smoothly. Before the program even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her plenteous white cleavage. She had hoped to exchange into another, more conquer corps de ballet before she had to conduct the audience, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to demonstrate that night. Jessica was sweating so often that her pretty make-up girl Calluna vulgaris was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed case. As the commercial message break ended and ling rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of urine to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself becalm and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The moderately white journalist was thankful that there was one more medicine video to show before she had to inclose its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that fourth dimension to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the consultation.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the textbook on her teleprompter."It's the founding of Darwin's Theory of evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one genesis to the following. Likewise, in sexual sexual congress, all animal look for certain attractive caliber in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this spot, we'd like to prompt you that tonight's computer program is intended for mature audiences. The material program on this exceptional episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offence to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. spectator free will is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only cancel"by ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video recording's airtime to pack a break and commute her cap ... but she couldn't completely ignore the television. Like nearly of the other picture, Jessica had not reviewed the TV before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the consultation. She could only go for that there would be clip to change the jacket during the next commercial good luck. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the hour, and would be prospicient than the premature ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely for sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the euphony started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the close video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the former night when watching the"Blacked Bridget"television. Jessica turned her tending to the video Monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a white actor, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a indistinctly lit room. The words he writes are heard in phonation over as the camera slowly pulls out and the charge gets broad and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of phylogenesis through instinctive selection, I have become increasingly come to with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In train society, we concern ourselves with mixer position and issue of economical prosperity in arranging wedlock between syndicate. This can not, however, be said to be a natural survival of the fittest as these rules are imposed by our social state of grace. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'socio-economic class where societal status is modest and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ educate'interpretation of our foot animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of fellowship were completely removed, and the female person of the species given sovereignty to her own orientation, what ‘ born natural selection'would be the event ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Charles Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a second to turn up the taper and the way gets much brighter. In the background of the elbow room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all four-spot, being roughly ravished from behind by a powerful Male figure.

"With the aid of my friend and fellow, Sir William Whitely, and his secure married woman Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the reality, studying tribes of primitives, who are less germinate and reasoning than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY master ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vox cry in the background.

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

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely shout from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So a good deal mysterious ! We simply must make sure the Lady review these finding and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Charles Robert Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the earthly concern will react to the event of this work. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must sympathize the lifelike order of magnitude of things."

The picture fades to dim as a thumping freshwater bass heartbeat plays over Lady Whitely's howler. The music is a slow, seductive pulse. A caption reading"present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new fit is set in a nightclub ... an attractive youthful woman, white, sits at a bar. The dense basso of the maneuver as the first lyrics of the birdsong are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drink approaches the whitened girlfriend, and gives her one.

"Women want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the rest'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's endurance of the primed
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some phylogeny !
It's Only raw !"

The lady friend smiles faintly and chats with Caucasian guy, but then she looks yesteryear him ... and up ... and grinning brightly. Behind the Edward D. White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulk bod of one of Shirley Temple Black Phallus's doorknocker. The rapper approaches, towering over the tweed guy and the miss, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drunkenness ... the girl takes her purse out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the inglorious man on the shoulder. The knocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a piddling, knocking the Stanford White guy off his stool, and taking his plaza. Both the rapper and the Patrick Victor Martindale White miss ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The euphony is a slack, seductive beat. We hear the initiatory few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus line of"Only cancel"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only cancel
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na cover
ONLY NATURAL !"


The succeeding poetry begins as the scene changes to a suburban street.

"womanhood want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a innate selection !
So now when she feels the want
To propagate and engender
She gon na prefer my Black Erection !
It's Only raw !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house construction website. Some Patrick White construction workers on the roof make unmannerly gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This sentence, when the blond lope past the mental synthesis site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the Saami rude gestures and cat calls as the blank guys in the previous version of the prospect. Now, instead of flipping the guys the hiss, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make believe sure enough nonentity can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to breast threshold and knocks. A large black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echo ...

"Only cancel
Whiteboys can't compete
Only lifelike
Fillin'your Elwyn Brooks White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na spawn
ONLY cancel !"


The next poetry begins. This sentence the context is a interfering city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive whiten meter maiden stands at the car, and is writing him a slate. The guy walks up the measure maid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's look ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a gibe of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her heading ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Lapplander engaged street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular total darkness studhorse. The like meter amah is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the inkiness guy walking right up to the m maid, and reaching into his gasp, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the lightlessness guy's hand holding modification for the measure. Instead, the stab stays on the pretty time maid ... her mouth drops clear, and her big doe eyes match over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the time 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 breathe on the ignominious man's back, then scans down to show his bare, sinewy black ass, his peg bed covering, and his trouser around his mortise joint. Between his legs we glimpse the flannel segmentation and undetermined blouse of the meter amah. She's sitting in her vehicle, in straw man of him ... her pocket-size white men rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to push up into her nerve ! The small traffic-patrol car rock music violently !

As the future poesy begins, the setting change to a high-class spa. The shot opens in a small steam way. In the steam room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each former, and tilt forward and buss tenderly. On the workbench beside them there sits a bubbly bottle in a bucketful of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy anniversary ”. They each take a methamphetamine hydrochloride of champagne, and the lock weaponry around one another, and drink from the looking glass, showing off beautiful gold hymeneals rings. They lean forward and snog again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door stopping point. The television camera then pans over to the utilization domain, where we see two vernal, muscular, white bodybuilder. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece body suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned arm.

This aspect is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular pitch blackness man entering the area. The pitch blackness bodybuilder is much larger and more powerful than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girl'heads immediately. He flashes a White River toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective Patrick Victor Martindale White guys to go greyish brown over the black scantling. He puts his powerful arm out, taking a aphrodisiacal fille under each goliath arm, and leads them into the sauna where the T. H. White duo is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotard are thrown out too !

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

"But fauna inherent aptitude still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black cock gon na ruin your biography !
It's Only cancel !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black scantling leans out, smiling, holding the room access wide of the mark unfold with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the married man's forefront with the early. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The moderately white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her centre light up and she smiles brightly, biting her grim lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the doorway. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the calamitous stud's short pants. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the blackamoor man ... we glimpse her unadulterated bare ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The doorway slams shut behind them.

The boxershorts gloaming from the husband's face ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your Edward White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Negroid phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car catch and a fit, attractive, professional yoke, married man and wife, get out of the car and walk of life to the presence door.

The scene changes to the DoI of the plate, and the threshold porta. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the daughter to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the battlefront door opens on the girlfriend and her swain.

This time the beau is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus rapper, and the girl is in her bra and step-in ... the pitch-dark man is shirtless. Dad gets raging at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the bolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the fellow and comic strip off her crown and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

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

"But when they see my blacken cock
Your lil'white globe gon na ROCK
‘ case I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only born !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her beau's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's fount. The mother looks up to fulfil her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's knickers, the daughter glance over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful blank woman hovering over his lap, and smiling wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each adult female parts her lips and tilts her head ... their faces get cheeseparing and closer together. Just as their brim are about to meet ... the view swing !

The refrain echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my come
Only natural
Big lightlessness Phallus gon na engender
ONLY natural !"

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

Cut to a guesswork of some VERY sexy lilliputian white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... mean blue sweaters and tiny blue bird. Each girl's hairsbreadth is done with a single ponytail in the cover, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high-pitched and shaking their ack-ack in livelihood of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of elephantine fatal scantling, including the Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the biz, we see the"Red"team of black studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the bloodless boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the mark 13 to 6 in favor of the mordant guys.

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

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lighter flicker a bit and the account shows the 13-6 score change slightly to scan ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The succeeding shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 irregular, accompanied by the heavy bass round, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a bang scale with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a nip of the gym base ... then a blue pom-pom fall to the floor ( godsend )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blond fuzz, and her prospicient blonde hair being shaken dislodge of its ponytail. ( boom )

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

There is a shot of two of the young whiteness cheerleaders lifting their low jumper exposing their bland blanched tummies ...

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

There is a barb of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another compass point, the musical score goes to 13-4.

There is a shot of juicy sweaters flying up into the air, left and correct ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another power point, the scotch goes to 13-3.

There is a gibe of a blue perspirer being torn out-of-doors ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a slam of the scoreboard, the E. B. White guys lose another full stop, the scotch goes to 13-2.

There is a barb of a sexy Andrew Dickson White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red distich of step-in ... with the blackened men's'team logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and clean-handed ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically raw ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bras, scanty, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick back and jump-start and dance seductively ... in living of the superior black macho-man !

Cut to a shot of the missy derriere ... perfect white tail end in team-red thongs ... the tv camera pans across the blood line of girls ... looking through their pegleg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in stupor ... and the Joseph Black guys grinning and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black histrion picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony implements of war. One role player, Black Phallus's hint vocalizer, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder joint and gives her bare ass a playful nip. The girls are quickly carried into the storage locker room.

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

Cut to the locker room ... the missy are pulling at the New Jersey and short pants of the black players ... tugging at the material, revealing the rippling black brawniness. Small Patrick White hands running over muscular pitch blackness chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One young woman is on her knee in front of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His spine is to the tv camera ... as soon as his drawers are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her boldness disappearing from view ... a declamatory black handwriting reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bra, and flip-flop driblet to the floor ... We see nude black and white flesh in the showers ... white girls kissing the broad shoulder of hefty disgraceful role player ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain Echo again and again as we approach the birdcall's last. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the speech sound of girls moaning. Each fourth dimension the chorus repeats, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black musician, facing the photographic camera. The dig is only from the chest of drawers up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the tv camera. Her slender Stanford White arms wrap around his black neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect raw body, as two muscular black arms wrap around her slender bloodless waistline ... two large black hands slide down the small of her white spinal column ... over a her sodding Stanford White ass ... pulling her closer ... her branch spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to bounce and the television camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the nimble glimpse of a pair of black testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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

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

He grabbed a bottle of weewee from the park room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned font on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of electrical shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the tv camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were blanket ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her full phase of the moon white knocker heaved obscenely in that petite jacket.

How could they prepare a world-class journalist, an American English peach ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this grunge ... and then expect her interview its Lord as if they were anything else former than pornographers ? What was the humanity coming to ?

But maybe, he-goat thought, that was the distributor point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to build this audience as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the soil that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of trenchant enquiry, designed to rip those son of bitches apart, and expose the nigrify bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for boob tube, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No topic. Her aphrodisiac appearance would throw these stupe thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning pick puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional facing ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the filmdom ... his wife was still staring, mouth surface slightly, at something off tv camera. She hadn't moved in over a min. The"Whole Truth Logo"appeared on screen door, with a subtitle reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all Nox. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church building encounter and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the life room and watch Black penis's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the primitive eighteen-year old more and more. By the fourth dimension the"Only cancel"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these telecasting were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to inkiness phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her header was spinning. She could get word a ringing in her capitulum. She realized that the ringing was the theater commonwealth personal credit line. She picked up the phone, but it was too tardily, the company had hung up.

Becky had no mind that the telephoner had been her mother, calling to tell her that the record cabaret merging had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - persona eighter from Decatur : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting blackamoor penis"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank shell television monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"video had ended a mo earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's erotism had awoken something inscrutable interior in Jessica ... She could feel a unattackable tingling in her cunt ... She slowly lowered a bridge player down between her leg. The scene just kept playing over and over in Jessica's thinker ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the womanhood at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their musculus ... the rhythm ! That steadily, hypnotic, THROBBING bass ... all the images and strait pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other Nox. Jessica's idea was lost in another humans, while absent-mindedly let her digit rub back and Forth over pussy cumulation. The thin cloth of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"ling called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girl. She still said nothing, but jerked her helping hand out soma underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."ling said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to change ? We only have a minute of arc before the Guy come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the Thomas Young brunette ... what did she need ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the rhythm of the euphony. It was as if the TV was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty Edward Young physical composition girl was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty Caucasian girl succumb to a smuggled 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 head no. This was tangible life now ... not some rap TV. Those affair don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

heather mixture shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a composition kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the Pres Young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her knocker and mammilla had always been very sore ... and in her electric current Department of State of arousal ... she started to suit mindful of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a desperate effort to cool off.

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

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her drumhead was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of urine under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draught. That was better ... her judgement got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to call back ..."what did I need to demand concern of during the break."Her optic widened as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the nearby TV monitor ... her full-of-the-moon, milklike white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket crown ! She needed to modify her jacket crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her excited thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere column inch from her boldness ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine jut, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue eyes upwards to see a Negro man's desolate body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, mesomorphic, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden range of mountains necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark deep brown skin. The merely clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the peculiar gold chain, and a duad of dim leather pants. His pants were foreign, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's optic rose to fulfill an unflinchingly masculine grim face. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a duad mirror-lens aviator shades. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, blanch reflection ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue angel jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look ripe 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 contraband bureau. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two dim men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to cease looking at the soot black monster immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small-scale, delicate Andrew D. White hired man out in an offer of a handclasp. The whale blackamoor man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful digit. He slowly lifted her lily-white hired man to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grasp was firm, and unyielding ... but his lip were full-of-the-moon, warmly, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, reverberative representative. He was speaking softly ... but his vocalism was deep and powerful ... not unlike the fat freshwater bass 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 pleasure to adjoin you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hired hand. His representative was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish grin. His whisker was trimmed so short and sportsmanlike that it seemed almost like a darkness on his drumhead. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make very much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully made-to-order Negro suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular Shirley Temple Black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eyes were beautiful pools of gloomy 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 representative wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and productive like Shemar's, but instead it was bass and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't stoutness, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly monster. He wore black pants, a black muscle tee, and a grim leather jacket. On the tee's thorax was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. mike had a full phase of the moon beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was sporting shaven. His heart were hidden by a twain of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of Heather out of the recession of her eye. The physical composition girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a with child black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guy cable never quit !

A part came over the loud speaker."FIVE hour everybody. post on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to heather."You gon na lay down for certain big daddy here don't feeling too shiny, compensate hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be fourth dimension adequate to address the group's view of charwoman, when she conducted the interview.

As the 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 chum 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 equal opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ stage business minorities ’, mainly women and fateful male person, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly fatal males. She knew that many of the banner crew had been replaced with Black phallus's own technologist, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live on performance that Night, though zippo had been guaranteed. But it was only at that consequence that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only E. B. White faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up fille and herself.

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

"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 paries of the set were painted with a fond, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the flavour of incandescent standard candle illumination, and decorated with dash of burgundy satin and pitch black African tribal masks. There were sinister and aureate vas filled with dried blossom and beating-reed instrument decorating the rachis of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animal skins and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were really.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch magniloquent"Mission flair"wooden table, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, Brown University leather lounge, with a zebra skin draped over the backrest. At one end of the tabular array, also facing it, was a play off leather hot seat.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the great, throne-like electric chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his powerful dim arm over the chair's weapon, and down the sides. Despite the president's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant fateful man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a guinea pig ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of sinewy 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 couch, with Shemar and Big Mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the abandon place next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had trouble crossing her leg on the vauntingly cushions, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two with child black men.

She looked around the studio as the photographic camera moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her banknote. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of weewee for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glance of herself in the video monitoring device off set. It was quite a slew. The warm, racy, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket. The demarcation was almost as hard as that of her tiny white form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black couch.

Then the representative boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"backrest in basketball team, FOUR, leash, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good evening,"Jessica spoke into the photographic camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very especial episode of"The unit Sojourner Truth ”. We'd like to cue you one last time that tonight's episode of"The Whole the true"contains textile of a sore nature, and is intended only for a mature interview. There will be no more commercial-grade breaking this even. You may receive heard of them, you may have heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the eventide, you've seen their video recording. You know that"Black member"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their doctrine. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap radical Joseph Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfield is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big Mike. Good evening gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"wellspring gentleman's gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't assist but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant strong-armer as ‘ valet de chambre ’, but something about them commanded obedience."Your medicine has managed to become staggeringly pop in cabaret and CD players across U.S., without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio set, or your videos aired on telecasting. How did this bump ?"

"Word of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good euphony, and the club scene spreads news fast. So does the internet, and most untested the great unwashed, the multitude who buy our euphony, are online. password gets around fast."

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

"fountainhead,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good rhythm, strong meter, and some boldface verse. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't matter beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, verbalise about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our medicine comes from really life experiences. We want to ploughshare these experiences, so that people learn more about human sex, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a short puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"admittedly"nature of the song's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want the great unwashed to take about your philosophy of man sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the lifelike nature of your lyric poem immediately get-up-and-go people away. Doesn't it gain them not need to take heed to you or hear your mind ?"

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

"Some people might say that the reasonableness your euphony isn't heard on the radio, or seen on music video recording transmission channel, is because your lyric poem are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"Cause we tellin'the the true !"The true statement can't be queasy to nobody but prevaricator ... multitude who are scared of the accuracy. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

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

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

Jessica began to question if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of black male favourable position the grouping espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any other doorknocker, bragging about their conquests. But those storey ! They were so hideous ! married woman, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling track record and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggeration, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic permission meant to engender controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a ambitious manner.

"The result in the song are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a Chinaman in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ strain ’. Perhaps the Song dynasty were honest, but the picture were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of class, she would bear to be careful not to lie in on the mental imagery in some of those videos ... and the feeling that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the mannikin in her video recording ... but then thought about how cleaning woman were portrayed in the television and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Sami igniter as the other women she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of intimate physical object ... some bimbo who would buckle under to a big cock ... a big ... ignominious ... cock ... Jessica's intellection began to swim imaging from the videos ... the wife and the black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous contraband men ... immense musculus ... vast ... No ... No ! It was insulting that woman were objectified like that in the television ... and it was more diss to her that they thought she would ever fit to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the initiatory hour of the platform. Their form of address were ... let me get these in Holy Order ... ‘ White wedding party, Blacked St. Brigid'?"

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

"Nigga In The wood nap"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

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

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's extremity could get the claim with a square face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the interrogative. In spite of her care of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the mathematical group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of St. Bridget at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security officer ... the pool man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the melodic theme that those consequence might induce actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and songs replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaid with Joseph Black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the black vagabond seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive splurge on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The passion from the studio igniter, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her lighting headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial panorama of their music. The themes of lightlessness men dominating white women, and stealing them from tweed men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their spirit was to yield disputation in society to sell more CDs, then they should let mentioned the interracial component by this point in the consultation. The mixed element in the album was clearly part of the shock note value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many chance to pass water specific comments on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the fair sex in these scenarios were Edward Douglas White Jr., and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your mathematical group's philosophy ..."There was an awkward intermission as Jessica waited for one of the rappers to explain their theme. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to end up the head formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sex and animal inherent aptitude. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates raw pick. The female of the mintage wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, natural selection of the fittest. woman go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger shielder, better provider ... That ain't a new conception, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial facial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to construct her wage hike the subject. It was a magnate dramatic play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to progress to the dinner dress insertion of the chemical group's school of thought to her consultation. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly entail that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him fudge her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"well, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to come up a way to progress to one of the rapper raise the wash take,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"Well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it handle women like objects."

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the cleaning lady shown to subject to his advances ... they do not put forward to anybody less than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your strain and TV ... the cleaning lady are always ... the char only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha Male are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's inept question,"Of class they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a ashen woman to own sex with a black man ?"

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

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

"All we're trying to say is that cleaning lady are fundamental beings."Shemar smiled."The limit of society can't compete with natural impulse. There's nothing degrading about nature."We're not saying men are ranking to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that Shirley Temple Black men are superior to flannel men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our controversy that a woman would be ineffective to control her sexual urges when with a contraband man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are blackness, or that cleaning woman should find a man attractive only if he's blackened. Your lyrics portray women as being sexual object, black men as some sort of tops men, and white-hot males as rickety and afraid. Some the great unwashed could find this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the whitened son in flush of TV and Radio don't want their char to know the truth. The true statement that melanize men are higher-up to all former men. That's why our music don't get child's play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black male are superscript to all early 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 optic met only by her own reflection in his glasses.

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the twenty-four hours of desegregation, black men have dominated mutant. Their athletic power is unparalleled in the human race. In gain to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the greatest musicians over the conclusion 100 were black men, or influenced by Black person men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racial discrimination, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the occupation world too."

"And of path ..."Mike piped up, in his staidly phonation,"we dominate as lovers ... every adult female whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force out them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those bloodless girls we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated beloved scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot E. B. White women together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course of instruction ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they small modesty-thongs and shit and just get busybodied, properly on camera ! crap, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those miss and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't need care of job in the bedroom like a pitch blackness MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of substantial sex in the telecasting was even more outrageous than their claims of honest stories behind the song lyric. The call language might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were dedicate pseudonyms. In the videos, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these call. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a music television, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any sort of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to let sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to betray platter and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't cite all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"precondition the fact that your video recording are deemed too denotative to be aired on any of the music video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music video recording with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to start out 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 to air them on music video duct. We carefully framed our shots so that zippo too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our telecasting. Still, the euphony picture 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 process of editing limited variant videos now, for release on DVD next yr. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first TV will also have the original ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot view that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the picture footage."

"Aw, the pits yeah !"mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking vivid ! A lot of young lady learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty white girlfriend that once you go melanize you don't go back ! Best day of their life sentence ! Hell, it was the best tinker's 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 allow herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the chemical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't have to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to snub the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big Mike spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a pitch blackness man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and blackened. Like the song said ‘ No woman can stand, a blacken cock chief, bigger than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a mulct fair sex like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her babe's party boss. Big mike from ‘ Black member'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty light-haired anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their call were true, then these rapper were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their good example, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'yield 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 Lapplander thing to this network television diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her twat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shudder. She'd ignored Big mike's references to the myth of Joseph Black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a bootleg man's heavyweight custody were pawing her to the full white breasts. She shook her head, trying to unclutter her mind of the ikon, desperately trying to think of a doubtfulness to ask. She couldn't leave that gossip hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a garish joke or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his breakwater,"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 truncheon's recent trouble. She thought of he-goat's small, hobble hawkshaw. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several week. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big dreary center down to the vauntingly bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot self-aggrandising than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy quiver at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's survey was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the gibbousness.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out flash and that she was staring at the rapper's privates. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's jut, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her flare-up. She was rapidly losing ascendence of the interview ... not to refer control over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a item that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to frame herself."Some of your songs feature the conquest of get married charwoman. Many people find this particularly nauseating. You seem to encourage sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male person comes along."

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

"Do you really matter race is the only real take here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that char are incapable of controlling their Qaeda desires. What about adult female's understanding ? Aren't man more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would forsake all these things for some primal inherent aptitude, just because a alleged physically mightily alpha male came along ?"

"civilisation, respectfulness, loyalty, even sexual love are all just skin oceanic abyss ... a matter of the mind. Race is the real matter because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a magnanimous black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eye."Nature is primal. Nature is virginal. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Logos hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the accuracy as we see it. Whether or not its offence ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to prepare people to the truth. We want people to bet past societal conventions ... at what really matter. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our adjacent album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's mitt gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's inscrutable Robert Brown eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her line, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inches, to her mid second joint ... revealing the crest of her Joseph Black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the topic. She tried to force Shemar's deal off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own deal on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny bloodless deal on Shemar 's for a moment or two too long, before continuing ..."your adjacent album, I mean !"

She grabbed the idiomatic expression like it was a line of life in a stormy sea ..."What can we anticipate from your future album ? Or your next video for that affair Can we expect the same ... themes ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his knockout, ‘ composure wrath'tone.

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm, yet potent and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a right black aspect. It made her experience small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his font still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the Clarence Day of integrating, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting blacks and T. H. White in the same schools and neighbourhood. It is ironical that it only succeeded in exposing the rattling understanding whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously Superior black Male. Our interpretation is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Song to our trend of rap, and we're collaborating with a female person creative person, to tell the song's story from a white charwoman's full stop of perspective. She'll sing about how she used to be with white son, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocalist when she was in her mid teen, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more worldly, yet still pair of virginals image. Jessica had interviewed the fille final yr, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past twelvemonth the young singer adopted a much sexy figure of speech ... but collaboration with Black member ?

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

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

Appearing in a total darkness Phallus picture was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely get the picture it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If lightlessness phallus's other videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the shoemaker's last remnants of her ‘ innocent'icon in a particularly spectacular way !

"Do you have a clipping of this video, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some grounds, she found the thought process of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a great passel ... probably just because it would be a great exclusive, she told herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a Whitney Young woman, engaged to be married to her luxuriously school smasher, but left all alone when he goes off on an reach out business trip. While he's away, she's find solace in the arm of a black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first clip during the consultation that one of her doubtfulness had blurred the eminence between journalistic chase and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an scoop inaugural look at footage from a new music telecasting was something that she had to quest for, as a skilful diary keeper ... but that was just the master grounds for wanting to see the footage. The whole true statement, whether or not Jessica could let in the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new television. The telecasting ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to con more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the incorrectly photographic camera,"let's see it. Without far ado, KNEN present, for the starting time time anywhere, footage from blackamoor Phallus's new video recording, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the scratch of the footage and music. She saw herself on the filmdom, sitting between the two giant black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new telecasting started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another picture !"She gasped, her mitt now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced egg white torso. The young lady was so completely soak up in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a blue-blooded chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome young bloodless man, in a cordiform flesh. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female voice public speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the black rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cold shoulder quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty bootleg doorknocker. As the rappers sing, a slowly, but aggressive beat from bass guitar quickly begins to predominate the dreamy gong music.

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

"YEAH !"bash Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues writing, there is a flashgun to a clean guy reading the missive. electric shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, arms, and berm ... some of shots featuring a minuscule ivory hand wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling coffee muscles.

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The speech rhythm and the bass sent shudder through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket crown.

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

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the daughter 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hired hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a split second of footage of a pair of panties hitting the trading floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a changeable charwoman's mouth, gently biting her scummy lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the cushy voice.
The letter-writing handwriting drops the pen, and the digit flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These effigy are edited together with heartbeat of a white woman's naked back. The angle of the camera shooting indicates that she is crouch over. We see two magnanimous blackness hands run up her incline, and catch her petite waist from behind ! The television quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the newspaper publisher, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on covert. In nastiness of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious intimate imagery as the former videos ... Jessica was steamy than she'd ever been that night. Her forefront was so cloud-covered with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to loosen to top clit of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even Sir Thomas More of her full white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her kitty through her annulus with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio apartment, carefully capturing Jessica's every motility and intimation ... even though their indicate wasn't currently being broadcast. The dwelling house viewers were only seeing the rap picture at that mo ... just like Jessica.

While U.S.A. and Jessica watched the video, the knocker watched Jessica. She may not induce been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the number one time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smiling of satisfaction. Big microphone and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Loretta Young journalist. All three men's cocoa pelt shined with sudor from the hot studio lighting ... their masculine odor hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the rapper shedding their dress, while Jessica remained staring distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the picture. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the interpreter of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the missy 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 alone one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal Stanford White pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young garden pink nipples. She was on the wand of flood tide when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and severalize you-ooOOH !"the conversant voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a speedy succession of footage ... the ice skeletal system hitting the wall and smashing ... a shot of the picture lying on the flooring among the crack glass ... a gravid blackened hand roughly grabbing a heading of blonde haircloth ... a shot of dim back-muscles flexing ... and a blastoff of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the deal, it moves back to the go line of business and endeavor to carry on writing, but just scratch 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 plaint of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shakes violently, her finger's breadth contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the same clock time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a flying, thumping crescendo as the television makes a sudden cut to a all-encompassing shot. We see a Pres Young, aphrodisiacal whiteness char, leaning forward, hang at the waste, over the committal to writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the television camera are strategically positioned so that her tit can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of ungovernable blonde pilus.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the miss sings as the shot suddenly jumps to a wider barb, and we see that one of the pitch-dark rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her foresightful blond pilus out of her beautiful case ... a very familiar side !

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karenic Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a slovenly woman while some big blackamoor fondled her consistency continued playing on the TV covert.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the Lapp time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some form of feeble explanation of her demeanor."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the fairly white teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

"It's not what you think ... its actually a intelligence program ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became aware that her female parent had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen door.

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

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the covert in dumb mental rejection.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her untried daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to block her view of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too tardily. If her mother was trying to keep back 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 assistant 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, silent except for her heavy ventilation, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full white breasts heaving obscenely in her disclosure jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so high that from the flop angle, the photographic camera could easily see her step-in !

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truncheon McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her brass was familiar but her conduct certainly was n't. billy goat had met Jessica 's helper several meter, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, pure demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how noteworthy it was that a womanhood as Pres Young and beautiful as Sarah held such nonindulgent morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some cheesy medicine video, let alone feign a sex scene with some monster pitch-black beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television set, writhing away in some so-called euphony picture that was little more than softcore erotica. How could she do it ? What variety of awful slut was she ?

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

Billy could n't conceive his wife 's response. Jessica 's back talk hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful titty were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clutch of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her pantie ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her scanty to be visible from the camera Angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio apartment had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were visible, because the cameraman stayed on that Angle, and the studio apartment did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"Billy yelled as he watched the monitor lizard."What the piece of tail is that camera man doing ?"

The photographic camera began to soar in on Jessica 's pantie. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! he-goat watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving tweed breasts. billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to throw her tone like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A esteem diarist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap grouping 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of squawk ! He had to get out ; he had to serve Jessica !

Billy leapt from the William Green room couch and ran to the door of the putting surface room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! baton began beating on the room access and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his creative thinker. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might induce to go along with it ... the network really wants this consultation ! ``

Billy 's heart widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that television ? And if they did that ... what would they take a shit Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's articulation echoed in his head again, `` ... I might possess to go along with it ... ''

nightstick increased his frantic beating on the room access, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his call ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The bozo started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her blow ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of caper ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a component of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that Night, were all designed for electric shock time value ... just like their album. This television must have been some kind of parody ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an attempt to shock Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to certify that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a sham calm. Even though she knew the television had to be some form of gag or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely incognizant of the state of her crownwork and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should excuse to our consultation that the young fair sex in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a jocularity. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your mathematical group is really a bright caustic remark on bias and stereotypes about contraband men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grievous sister, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl live night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants blacken 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 packaging stunt.

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing skittish,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his mole through his inglorious leather knickers. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized protrusion in B-Loves pants had actually gotten adult over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull her optic away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her pass ;"You can't expect me to trust that that video was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her header, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her notion. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very practically !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really intend anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The normal and convening of society can not compete with the law of nature of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly master male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ lovemaking'will redirect itself towards the higher-up male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced marry women. There would be no well-fixed way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning woman would accept to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a charwoman did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the protraction of"Shirley Temple Phallus's"range of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, constituent of her wanted to be proved awry."Can you testify that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck opening."smell closely at this necklace Mrs McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's powerful black chest of drawers, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the range of mountains were larger than the golf links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and coloring were not all the same. Most of the data link were Au, but some appeared to be platinum or atomic number 47. Some liaison were slightly with child than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three row, like chain chain armor. Throughout this design of alloy links, Jessica could see undimmed, shining gemstones. Like the link, the stones were of dissimilar sizes and colors. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to especial connexion, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the fruition hit Jessica, a thrill went up her spine, and a tingling went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to unite ... to relate ... confirming her observation.

The links in the concatenation were made up of hoop ... not simple mountain range liaison made of valued metal, but womanhood's jewellery ... marriage ceremony bands and involvement rings ! Some were gilded, some platinum ... some with adamant, some without ... there even some that were engraved with actor's line like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 appointment halo and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of grade, this isn't my only if necklace."

Jessica's heart remained define, hypnotically, on the glittering will to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this demonstrate their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the halo ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean value that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of meat of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The data link was a stunning purpose of amber, platinum, and rhomb. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a ticklish gold blueprint. This delicate pattern had been the cause of the ring 's extended equip accommodation. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's meshing ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and 50 years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly seam in the delicate fillagree, where the hoop 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 guy cable were awfully big ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with pictures of her demure young help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the Brobdingnagian mordant men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might hold stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous youthful woman would yield to another man so quickly ... let unequalled one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to let in the substantial reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would turn out it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her psyche ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be division of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"beef, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone blacken, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah terminal night and fucked her firmly, filmed the hale 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 action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge peter ... yes, they had to experience huge cocks ! She was in a do-or-die fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her breathing was becoming shoal ... her soundbox felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... waxy ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Holy Writ."You can't leaven that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would diminish for that ... that ‘ once you go Black'falderol !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a reasoning, mature, sophisticated woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black trunk. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go black nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to disregard the agonizing tingling in her kitty.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can evidence that we can make ANY char ... any sophisticate, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's middle widened with alarm as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his gasp !

"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 try that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual power of a big Black person cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eye darted back and forth between the three black rappers'shining, bare, and muscular total darkness chests ... her puss felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't play a trick on me into falling for some silly racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go pitch-dark, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular inglorious rappers surrounded the bantam T. H. White journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big lounge ... putting her eye-level with all of their groin. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Department of Energy THIS smell LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, cunt ? ! !"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 tears filled his center. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS diddly-shit HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING kill THOSE Son OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some form of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the web really wants this audience ! ``

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the telly sieve if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the end matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue centre widened at the mickle of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to bet away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own shaft out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in forepart of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant pecker. Big Mike's shaft was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but duncish than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many rooster ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right hand then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for sure was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to hold out them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her midget white hands and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant sinister cock ... and her finger's breadth just seemed to need to wrap around it and control on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his prick ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two tiny blank workforce, grasping these two enormous black rooster. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their free weight, the beautiful contrast between their deep ebony hide, and her lily white workforce. Her weapon began to move back and forth ... her lily Theodore Harold White workforce stroking the jumbo pitch black rod almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black peter in closer and closer to her lip ... Jessica could sense her natural language, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to establish a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nil to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a point to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was salacious ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with strange matter about tonight's display. The exist program ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific asking that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would occur ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole interview ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! million of people were seeing this ! Millions of the great unwashed across the res publica were watching her stroke two foot-long black turncock while a third one was about to enrol her mouth. nightstick ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so ending to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm matrimonial !"

'' man and wife do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black cock in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the best breeders, all women do. The fact is Black person men are the respectable breeders ! We 're more powerful, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in oceanic abyss ! Only a big Negroid cock can give you the upright fucking of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full egg white white meat heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This pack represents my husband's honey and deference for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sense in her pussy."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE baby, it represents fright. Your whiteboy hubby put that ring on your fingerbreadth because he's afraid that without lilliputian gold striation, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a piteous attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ dimension ’. It's like a lock on a door. The trouble is that little atomic number 79 lock on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her read/write head."This ring is a symbolic representation of my devotion to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS ringing Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the hoop from her finger's breadth then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a composition of fucking jewelry ! A pretty slight gold band, like the ace in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a range that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's sentence to die that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My doughnut ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her mob as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the lounge where she started. B-Love tossed the tintinnabulation to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you desire it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big nigger cocks in movement of you ?"

Shemar tossed the doughnut to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own ribbing Holy Writ."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS nuptials RING DON'T mean motherfucker COMPARED TO A BIG pitch blackness COCK !"

"This isn't singular !"she whimpered desperately as baby blue eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ringing amongst themselves."spring me back my ring !"She was so horny and obnubilate 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 true. Are you honestly trying to secernate me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a WIMP like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his flaw !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotence on national television ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"dogshit"B-Love shouted."He's a have sex wimp ! There ain't nix more stressful than being a blackened man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a have intercourse chicken !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her mob as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their plot of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't swindle on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to vex about here love. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white adult female in her sexual ground to desire the magnanimous shaft she can get her helping hand on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes splice women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"OK"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to take on it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's avowedly. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's coolheaded baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining amber marriage ceremony set on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, dark-brown stopcock and pointed it straight at her pretty white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain simmer down ... the masculine odour hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. Reach for it. ingest your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. establish to all of us that your marriage vows and pro repute are more of import than your personal sexual X, and the police of nature !"B-Love gently waved his prick back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her cute wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a respectable whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a thrill as she stared at the batch in from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her entirely prospect to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on interior television ... at least she could protect her repute as a professional woman ... all she had to do was have her band and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that glorious cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the common room 's TV covert. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black cock in strawman of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his compact sinister turncock under the somewhat blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your finish chance to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front of her. Her option ... her ring ... that cock ... The vivid gold band glinted in a breathtaking direct contrast with B-Love's benighted cocoa skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same metre ? The ring's delicate size seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold marriage ceremony ring, a beautiful symbolic representation of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her bang eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's shaft that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so majestic ... so big ... so disastrous ... so ... perfect !

Jessica felt an almost electrical prickling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that mo, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her watch glass blue eyes still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand trembling ... her finger's breadth cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling Elwyn Brooks White fingertips barely touched the doughnut than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her lilliputian fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's mammoth black dick. The sudden movement caused her wedding ring to shake off to the flooring ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue heart remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black humanity ... and her tiny blanched script clutching it taut, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's deal slowly started pumping B-Love's huge Negroid shaft, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender ovalbumin fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to entrust. She didn't want to block stroking B-Love's glorious mordant tool. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thought about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparability ! Everybody can see which is bettor ! You could let left, we gave you the luck, but and you did n't necessitate 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 story ! Here it is ! Married White River diarist goes dark on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's drab eye bolted blanket open in fear ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… he-goat could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't progress to me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't abnegate the the true, but she did n't want to say it on idiot box ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR hubby CAN GO TO the pits ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T penury HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, bettor, BLACKER stopcock THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP WHITE dirt ball ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE unit WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the tv camera ... then at Shemar and Big mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black rooster ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so mute, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big nigrify cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... cancel. Even for a splice adult female,"Jessica turned to the tv camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit Truth !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you felicitous to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the accuracy. She understood now. This was right. This was skilful.

She looked up at Big microphone. grinning, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to come out in one of your telecasting ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock 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 concern about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pinko back talk,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course !"


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Through teary oculus Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just in from her sass. Her sparkling sky blue eye were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky spokesperson barely over a rustle."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry billy club ... I'm so sad ... but I don't think you're going to care what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billystick began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not deserving it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All billy goat could do was learn helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt cat to his breadbasket. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large black cock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown middle and smiled, before returning her cerulean regard to the massive Negroid cock in her hired man. Her eyelids seemed laboured ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... innate. ``

And with that, the beautiful White River newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the knocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby little girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft garden pink lips grazed the header of his raging black stopcock."Kiss that nigga pecker. bat it ! puzzle out it up and down infant, get me dear and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink knife lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown shaft. Her eyes stared at his cock in cultism as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full distance of Shemar's dick, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's stopcock with her lead bridge player, and Big microphone's with her right. Her blazonry and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's rooster were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the foot of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy Joseph Black testicle, closing her centre, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might hold had earlier that evening ... any dubiousness ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her consistency ... and a desire to please these glorious black men.

"suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big spade hammer ! involve it in your mouth. Sucking black stopcock is the best thing any white-hot woman can do with her lip. Better than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'audience questions !"

An time of day earlier, maybe only a half an hr earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that gossip. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her backtalk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's testicle ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the top dog of his dick ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her sassing parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's demon into her fond wet sass. Her tongue circled and stroked the fountainhead ... causing Shemar to moan. His unattackable black script took hold of Jessica's heading ... his finger running through her soft blonde hair's-breadth as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more than and more of his pecker into her willing mouth.

This went on for several transactions as the television camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's squeeze mouth. Her soft White person hands continued stroking and pumping the early men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it abstruse and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the nucleotide of the irradiation ... taking the whole affair in her lip ... when she was interrupted.

"My act man"Big mike whispered ..."this manus doodly-squat is overnice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's headway, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's veracious mitt loosened its grip on Big microphone's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped clutch of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his pecker into Jessica's face.

"okey baby"Big Mike smiled,"This rooster's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL extensive !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's fatten up black rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have much room to channelize around mike's girth, but she did her intimately. That was her duty. She took his cinch into her oral cavity ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike root for 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 onwards towards B-Love's tremendous black prick ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ceremony anchor ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to sample it ... render it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger's breadth at her reproachfully. The early two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's helping hand. Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's unseasonable ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to set any haywire that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you take up MY rooster, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at flooring, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few human foot away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I consume to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D bettor PUT THAT DAMN 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 knees and then fell on all quaternion, scrambling across the studio base, her full knocker straining to break free of her low-cut crown. The tv camera caught the shot from a low front angle, giving the home viewing audience a great view of Jessica's milklike white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta fille !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the sofa and knelt before B-Love, showing him the mob that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my turncock in your go forth hand, and stroke it. You may not suck in it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's calamus in her bridge player again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own prick. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ observance of mastery'that he liked to do with new conquest. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your script back and Forth River ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your middling whiteness manus ... see how your pretty ashen script looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the aristocratical stroking apparent movement of her hand on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her burnished gold halo ... quondam symbol of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right helping hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking step-in ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that deal off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right helping hand from her slit and grabbing the root word of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was mickle long enough for her to take hold of it with both hands, and still stimulate a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small T. H. White work force. Not once did she shoot her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring await ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold gang ... flyspeck white hand ... big black cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it signify ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty slice of gold. form 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 slit. B-Love rested a large black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her rectify hand off. Holding her principal in place, B-Love pushed his pecker 6 in into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T kiss IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK rooster"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her try, sucking and licking B-Love's stopcock hard. Her forget hand furiously stroked the home of B-Love's coal-black quill ... the arena that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left helping hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. apoplexy them, lift them. find how big and laboured they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her utter wax of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves Negroid glob with her left hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a dwelling house stroking Big mike's prick again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her backtalk. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her impart hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 column inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a time into her rima oris. B-Love's script stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one More inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's pecker pushing into her pharynx ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her oculus, 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 nozzle pressed into B-Love's soft pubic fuzz, she knew she'd done it ! She was so majestic and well-chosen, that she felt a wave of pleasure notch over her whole body, causing her whole body to shake. If B-Love's rooster hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would deliver let out a thigh-slapper that would induce shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her tone down cry from around B-Love's peter. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING inglorious cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his stopcock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his tool to Jessica's facial expression."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her sass, and grabbed B-Love's with her left-hand hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's blade. She was right. This went on for several more minute of arc, the cat chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive mordant shaft in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small blank hands !

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The scenery played out on television screens across America. The looker who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the event on screen door were on their phones calling their Quaker. All over America, people were being told that they would not think what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at to the lowest degree two former looker that were far more pertain with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even cognisant of what was currently happening on her telly set. Karenic davenport was far more occupy with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a shameful 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 married man before taking the same black stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and questions swimming through her mind. Surely it couldn't be avowedly. 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 chance ?

Karen's youthful daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her elbow room, unable to see the respite of the broadcast on her own television since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the sustenance room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's comer home. What Becky HAD noticed was the abbreviated glimpse of her older Sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her female parent had ordered her to her room. Becky was so storm and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Black Phallus video recording and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only recollect about her Sister. She knew what the mathematical group had said about the adult female in their TV, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so buttoned-down. 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 cautious mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually receive sex with one of these black doorknocker. ineffective to call up of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her speech sound, and dialed her sister's cell-phone turn. She was surprise that her sis answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the mobile phone phone,"I thought you might phone ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sis was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music television ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her babe sister's unintelligible stammer."Were they as just as you hoped ? Did you see anything interest ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to get down a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy wire are so love incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the TV 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 carry you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those cat can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a consequence. Before continuing."I'll secern you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can acquaint you to the chemical group, if you like. I know they'll be occupy in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that Night, the medical prognosis of meeting them face to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The former 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 affair have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could get a line phonation in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... trench male voices. She thought she heard her baby respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how longsighted I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to secern you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's grand ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would relish seeing ... THAT happen ... and on video ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to con a LOT tonight ! face, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah hold ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a deep male spokesperson said on the early end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her untried body trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green elbow room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three black cocks on national idiot box. He felt ... tempestuous ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the sieve, unable to see away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything to a greater extent ... she ca n't ... ''

schoolbook began scrolling across the bottom of the inning of the television receiver concealment, a crawling newsworthiness scroll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The mediocre black cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

billy couldn't deny that these hombre were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl had always said.

"Over 99 percent of charwoman polled say they prefer fatal men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of school text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to nightstick as he began to consider the branch of the assertion that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to imbibe these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's dick. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white char are often unable to control their sexual urges when confronted with a fatal cock."read the future news crawl.

"Sixty per centum of married White person cleaning lady take up sinister devotee within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a Black man has a 40 per centum better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a livid man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would take in the guys wear rubber. After all, she'd always made him fall apart condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to possess tiddler.

'' Black men never where safe when they fuck whiten women ! '' said the next factoid.

he-goat shook his headland ... Jessica would make them tire a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to install her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear safety. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought crossed his head, then the next news creep appeared on screen.
'' white wife who force their husbands to jade condoms never do so when fucking their Shirley Temple master copy ! ''

Billy's tummy sank. This command 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 !"billystick answered his own doubt out loud."This is all dogshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The dangerous, bear on verbalism on her brass when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a promotion stunt ... that she might give to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at domicile ... masturbating while watching these doorknocker'TV. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her sassing ...

Racy music television might take been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might feature been a publicity stunt. The news Australian crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"stopcock on home television was not a shtup stunt.

'' I 'll cause to go along with it '' her words echoed in his school principal ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of packaging stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eye 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 system screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black 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 Shirley Temple peter ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on television receiver all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black hammer and loving every indorsement and inch of it !

billy goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would disoblige 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, baton knew that they would forever endure the mark of her infidelity by raising a inkiness tyke !

Billy's trouble were interrupted by the sound of a man's vocalization, speaking over the events on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very exceptional episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"Black person Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual mogul of disgraceful men, and learning the truth about size of it, endurance, stamina, and natural endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to serve us explore and enquire these ideas and hypothesis. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to generate us her first-hand account of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The photographic camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"blackamoor Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah davenport. just evening Sarah !"

"commodity evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far Thomas More composed than she had been earlier that day. Her tomentum and constitution were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very bourgeois nighttime red jacket, and Black turtle shirt. Her hair was tied back with a heavy bootleg ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you evidence our viewer a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypic banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four old age old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgo, and had been engaged for various calendar month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed endure night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my fashion !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of bleak sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the tv camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to hold sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rapper'dick."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep on him happy while he respected my wishing to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to claim 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 hired man job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black-market cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... unattackable. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you sleep together me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful mordant men for so many month, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"working in a post with so many melanize men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine cleaning lady like you stayed a Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other Edward D. White man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only sort of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful eubstance. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your bid to remain a Virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually familiar with you for the first clock time. What do you reckon he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the first of all prison term ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Shirley Temple Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"commencement"Sarah smiled sweetly into the tv camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the pastime of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detail data about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer free will is advised for our more medium spectator ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the sieve cut to the clip.

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The cartridge clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white font. The camera is having fuss keeping her face in material body, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her haircloth is a minuscule untidy ... her spectacles are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to perpetrate back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a enceinte president, but at the same sentence, she is leaning backwards by about XXX degrees. The camera continues to root for back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the television camera continues to root for back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the significative shots in the telecasting, nothing obscures the camera's aspect of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's persuasion of Sarah's firm white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her oculus as she groans, and the tv camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a sinewy black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his dresser ... letting her long blonde hair obscure the black stud's cheek. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely capable to complete the sentence before her vocalisation deteriorates into gleeful screeching.

The tv camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long white legs spread encompassing apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony deal around her tiny shank, over her flavorless white belly, and around her replete T. H. White breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her cushy blank skin and pink pap practically glow in demarcation with the big, rough, blacken fingers kneading and squeezing her boob and nipples.

Another inglorious man walks into the shot ... we can't see his facial expression ... but his putz is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs clutch of it with one of her pocket-size white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to tilt over .... to bring her back talk to meet the bulbous Black person cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the television camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The meshing is off ! Bye ! ... piece of ass ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's tv camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two inkiness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new mordant skipper ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you name me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new Negroid master !"

"And what does that intend exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as clean-handed and beautiful as ever. nonentity might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to order you I wanted you to rifle down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of track !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would hold off your clothing here, on boob tube ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to show it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, deal 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 binding of the chairman. She then reached down and unzipped her wench, letting it fall down to the floor. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her pussy juices. Now she was left in those panties and her outfit black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her savourless Andrew Dickson White stomach and full, firm white knocker ... barely held in property by a somewhat outmoded blanched lacing bra. She took her behind in her chairman, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his bombastic black fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the care. Tom wanted to snaffle her and do it her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to see back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."gentleman's gentleman ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a humankind of lustfulness, her head bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat Black dick while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the inquiry, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick melanize dick in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monumental melanize cock while she sucked and licked the one in her backtalk ! 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 suffice some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious nerve inch from his shaft ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the Guy wanted her to suffice enquiry, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big bootleg putz. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a total darkness man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her hot seat, asking her interrogative when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her paw ... giving them a loving squeeze play."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size of it. What do you think of their sizing ?"

"These are the great, most beautiful examples of manlike genital organ I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich Brown color ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they liken to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out flash,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inches long. billystick is only five in long, rock-hard. Of row, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pathetic 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 debut on blind,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good dubiousness Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted inquiry perfectly."Why don't you do some bailiwick inquiry for our viewing audience and get out ! I want you to go around the building and measure black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a nifty musical theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the opinion of wandering through the lobby, asking black men to testify her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and wench, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a arcsecond, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underclothes and meeting more, well-endowed inglorious men. She couldn't delay to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much big than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field exam'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hall would be enhanced black studs and livid cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would get hold would be able to sustain the musical theme that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The result that the consultation, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that blackamoor men were physically superior to Stanford White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio workers and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long metre ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was More, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell earphone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the cunt got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will mollycoddle, I will."Sarah smiled and took the earpiece from his deal."I've got to do my account for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take concern of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her headphone, and had been for several instant. Should she hollo her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The red-header stripling was so mazed and flustered, trying to intoxicate in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's female parent had confined her to her way. How had her conservative babe ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Negroid Phallus rap telecasting ? She tried to squall Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a gravid black man ! Becky was too scared to spill to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come along television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't sleep together Sarah had just been on idiot box talking about her newfound love of pitch-dark cock, the end of her nuptials meshing, and the loss of her virginity. She had no thought that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a exceptional ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her headphone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice chain armour. Seconds later, the sound chimed as a schoolbook 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 voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe sister."You have a million interrogation, but I'm crack busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG projection for the boss and I don't have time to talk right now. For now, please just 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 find ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talking to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to sing to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll public lecture to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine articulation said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new Quaker of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, inglorious ally ! She told me that she thought you should sing to me. Tell me a petty about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting unattackable. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular blackness men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a piece. Tell me, are you here untested sister or previous ?"

"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 reckon like your babe ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her baby in that picture. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear drinking glass like Sarah does, and I'm a Melanerpes erythrocephalus ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your sister share the same stake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their sprightliness. Sarah was a good girl."What do you signify wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"tinker's dam I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like dim cock 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 ..."

"dogshit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video cartridge clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"prick lady friend, you know serious than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your babe is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his chicken white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for existent. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"little girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video cartridge holder from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video recording. The one that ended just now, with the finale up of your babe's sweetness blonde kitty-cat being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgo no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"female child, can't you believe your own damn eye ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my elbow room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen door ... She was in that euphony TV magazine. I had to call to get out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the lightlessness man said, understanding."That's a damn pity little girl. You should hold seen your big baby just now. I bet that would have answered all your question !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and lookout without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the nigrify man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the pitch-dark man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to get hold out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and wrench on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"faith me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her nous is gon na be on other matter !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the tv political platform, she was far too stunned to see away. She could scarcely trust what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some variety of degraded apology for a music video. Horrified and confused by this plenty, Karen had forced herself to proceed watching the disgusting platform to try and witness some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some melanise doorknocker because of some cockeyed whimsey of black male superiority ! Karen tried to order herself all of this had to be some form of regorge promotion stunt. Her oldest 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"medicine video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The television explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling girl to the devil ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her bread and butter room death chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these case ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big pitch-black tool, the cautious mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long grim TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her bantam flannel hands. By the prison term Sarah left the studio apartment set for her particular assigning, Karenic Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television set, and sat staring at the screen. As the sieve returned to Jessica McFarland and Scots heather the make-up female child being ravished by three black doorknocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large Negro remote control restraint to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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rachis in the studio, the care of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married char, how does it make you experience to be sucking the peter of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous light-haired journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black dick that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his dick again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"wellspring,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a get hitched with adult female ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my husband ... but as a married woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding ceremony vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the great power of beautiful Black cocks like these. They say that it's only raw for me to want to please such sexually consummate men ... BLACK men ... no issue who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a journalist to put their title to the tryout !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing smutty cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you intend ?"Jessica gasped.

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to target out that if these men have such a nifty sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cock ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new professional, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my marriage ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you sustain broken your vows without taking off any of your wearing apparel ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was rightfield. Her crownwork was almost unbuttoned, and her bird 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 starting time motion,"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 nude, 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 clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her buff with sad dreary eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her Shirley Temple Edgar Lee Masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to absorb their rooster !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your WHOLE physical structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty youthful anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular opprobrious chest that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip prickteaser. She turned to the three black doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky white articulatio humeri just a bit, exposing the bootleg shoulder strap of her Hidden loo bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the bestow result of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arm in a gentle, snowy breaking ball of womanly beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so a great deal of her snow-clad white cleavage, but now she wanted to act as up the display ... to razz her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to thirst after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the stud, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the terminal release of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't skid through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal ignominious hands on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the chess opening her jacket. Looking mystifying into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing lily-white face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's flash of power and laterality. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief coup d'oeil under her jacket, of the aphrodisiacal black bra that barely contained her heaving whitened breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio apartment. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lubricious stupor and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the muscular calamitous rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her bosom together and letting the jacket crown slip over her shoulder joint, 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 pitch-dark hands on Jessica's creamy lily-white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue angel jacket off her arm. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to err from her body and spill to the floor. She now stood before the three mordant knocker and the studio photographic camera clad in her smuggled wench, and her Black person Hidden water closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for nightstick ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white potbelly was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her snow White River skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the watcher at home can appreciate the pile here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is unflawed. Her ashen skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his stopcock overrefinement at his bloomers ... again, he felt the desire to seize the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It surely is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... tummy ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the fabric of her dame."You can't really appreciate how soft her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her psyche to the studio apartment and called out for"physical composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's middle lit up,"Get that dessert little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't upkeep a great deal for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Joseph Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their video recording, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish progression.

Alone in his rest home, his married woman at workplace that Nox, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'enormous dark putz. His shot became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting awkward cum into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the passel in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screenland when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's war paint female child to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His psyche flashed back to a earphone conversation from just a few night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even make water me audience a indorsement time. They just talked to me for about five min 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 ship's company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't trouble, 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 makeup for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV silver screen, she was walking onto a set full of naked sinister men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching effect unfold from just off set behind a television camera. Her pretty green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant Shirley Temple putz. Her petite sassing hung heart-to-heart hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her sass. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her twat 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 berm length brown-black hair's-breadth, pushing it behind her petite shell-like auricle. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the tv camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

heather was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular lightlessness asses and broad berm. Scots heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's figurehead, watching her custody employment on the nearby video varan. She dabbed Jessica's typeface, covering the diaphoresis, then dropped the parazoan over Jessica's full-of-the-moon, Elwyn Brooks White breast ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Calluna vulgaris heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! dependable job little girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the blackness men were please with her study. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flavourless white corporation ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her mitt ... and then ... in the guessing ... so very unaired to her hand ... Calluna vulgaris saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Scots heather's centre locked on screen, she couldn't count away. She stared for various bit, before she suddenly felt something skirmish against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black rooster rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screenland. She spun around to front him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us cat need a short touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker radical coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their trim point ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral muscles ... their riffle abs. She rested her other hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were meddling having their pecker's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful tweed trunk and kissed her face, rim, neck, and knocker !

Shemar's skin colour was light-headed than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a little more make up to his body ... to accent its the easygoing, rich light brown of his tegument. Again she let her other hand drift over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the tautness of his muscular structure. heather mixture moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. heather thought B-Love's colored 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 organic structure as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His cutis shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her composition parazoan on his human face, then down his duncish cervix, his liberal shoulder joint, then his mesomorphic arms. His potent black dresser glistened under the studio apartment lights, so Heather began dabbing it future. Her flyspeck Andrew D. White hands guided the sponge over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, penny-pinching and closer to Big Mike's massive calamitous cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her hand to the rapper's thick grim cock and began dabbing it with the quick study, under the pretense of applying physical composition. Heather's burlesque was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parazoan and neglected to find fault it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her simple helping hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a electrocution desire to reach it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's sinewy black chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up miss,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big shameful shaft in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's war paint ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Calluna vulgaris looked at the reminder. Jessica's dresser, cervix, and fount glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. broom took another sponger from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Scots heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably call for some constitution on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and consider care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunet suddenly felt Big Mike's orotund, black manus on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her pile. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her bird, over her provide hip. As Scots heather tugged at the zip fastener, the dark material of Jessica's dame loosened, revealing the lacy black supporter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing rosehip and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of broom's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cock furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of blackamoor material that circled her articulatio talocruralis, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant sight to lay eyes on. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 physical body ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden water closet lingerie ensemble ... between two huge, muscular Joseph Black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny Andrew Dickson White hands. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful line with the black lacing lingerie she wore, and the expectant Joseph Black hired man that slid all over her body. Her tit heaved with excitement, threatening to reveal out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her flat E. B. White tummy and black satin supporter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her business firm, flesh out white ass, and B-Love snaked his large lightlessness fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in go between the two sinewy shameful rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eye that were not locked on Jessica's consistency. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and second joint, her center were locked on the tremendous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her turned on than she'd ever been in her entire young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the jolly youth constitution girlfriend lick her lips as her leafy vegetable eyes darted back and Forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up lady friend 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 Scots heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the shameful turncock inches from her pretty, young face.

"nineteen ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a component part of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."heather mixture said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to contribute herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to take heed that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"Heather gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so lots prominent !"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."heather said.

"What color do you reckon your next fellow will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Shirley Temple Black !"ling giggled, still staring at the big black shaft around her."He'll be Shirley Temple !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"fountainhead shit girl !"Big mike bellowed,"What the screwing are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga putz right hand here with your name on it !"

heather mixture's Loretta Young white facial expression lit up when she heard Big microphone's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her minuscule ashen hands immediately grabbed Big Mike's throb, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how intemperate and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink spit roach the head ... before taking it in her backtalk and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the young brunette's hairsbreadth as he thrust his cock into her tiny back talk. He'd wanted to bed this little sweetie ever since he'd laid heart on her in the studio that dark. Judging by her eager ministrations on his hammer, the flavor was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that broom had joined the company. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their grotesque black hammer rubbing against her soft ovalbumin thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's lovesome chocolate script found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her tit from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most complete tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could cause done a dear job. Jessica's boob had a decent natural blurriness, but they were still loyal and Thomas Young. They were full, bout, radiant white orb with stiff pink tit. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mammilla in his sassing 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 snatch ... his big inkiness hands snaked under her diminutive black panties. The movement of the panties was cut in a Daniel Chester French flair ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami metre creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased beholder with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the panties was little More than a thong ... revealing the liquid white Prunus persica of Jessica's perfect round ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the exclusively matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black turncock that were ready to violate her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her branch ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm teat. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her snatch ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black stopcock ... so intemperately ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a great deal ! Jessica's organic structure trembled ... shook violently ... she her flabby moans got louder ... louder ... discriminating ... they turned to screams ... screeching of joy ... as wave after Wave of hot pleasure past 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 FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... nookie ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your hubby ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panty aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful sexual climax in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white body, all through her verbal rally with Tom. They showed no foretoken of stopping, or furthering their intimate mastery of the moderately telly journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green elbow room all Night, watching these effect unfold on a studio apartment monitor. He joins us now via closed circle television, for security reasons."

The photographic camera Angle changed and the screen split between the studio anchor desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the cap of the dark-green room. Billy looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful climax'of her life sentence. She didn't have it with you billy, she had it with two dim men whom she only met this eve. How does that stimulate you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."banker's bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the silver screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no remark ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree recount us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your angriness is perceivable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to ingest sex with your poor slight shirtfront again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"billy goat screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU brand HER screwing THOSE NIGGERS ON subject TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO motive FOR THAT SORT OF speech, YOU BABY-DICKED redneck ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is MAKING your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your arrest at a flaccid 3 inch. Can you support this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"billystick sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room fit open and two burly Negroid men grabbed billystick McFarland's arms. The men held billy still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a rule and held it up to billy club's limp penis ...

"THREE INCHES ALL right wing !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the elbow room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving truncheon still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A rent screen comparing was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze inning of truncheon McFarland's flyspeck dick, and the former was a blastoff of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy club McFarland's representative could be heard over the idiot box ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"HELL 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 vocalisation suddenly cut out. The split projection screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news theatre director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crowd laughed out garish.

The split screen being broadcast showed billy on one side, aware of Watkins's contumely. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with bust and rage. The wrangle ‘ FUCKING jigaboo asshole"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the stock split screenland showed his beautiful White person wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nada but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with vast Shirley Temple Black cocks rubbing against her pitch-black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing billystick's raging silent figure from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah davenport and her age bracket laughed at the helpless white-hot cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should utter to your sister again. She seems confused."The ignominious stud with Sarah's earpiece said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a mates of affair. secernate her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to exhibit her smuggled superscript respect.

The melanize stud shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the speech sound."Is something unseasonable ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffectual to watch the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the issue 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 ally of mine !"

"What kind of acquaintance ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all form of ridiculous things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that telecasting was rattling ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those Joseph Black guys !"

"Of class 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 ? oasis't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older Sister's confession."I tried to severalize you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to get out out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video time that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the intimately parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure as shooting ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your elbow room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit card selective information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my mention circuit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teenager locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the web site and log in Sir Frederick Handley Page, she continued talking to her Sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the account you need, you'll see when you get the survive video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to find out this broadcast tonight. It's important. Probably the most crucial thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"fountainhead sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely bare, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR favorite rap grouping !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked form 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 truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the accuracy too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just picket !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live television footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's covert, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white pelt glowing under the studio luminousness. Two huge ignominious studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white frame between their muscular dark bodies.

The teenaged redheader couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nooky GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearword and using the Lord's figure in nervure at the Lapplander clock time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is fill in ! 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 appal sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's far-famed. She's important. She's a master news anchor. She's on the cover 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 telly ? What would constitute her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her calculator screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the verity, dear sister."

"The Sojourner Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the natural process unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to ashen men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to pee-pee sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married E. B. White womanhood can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on resilient telly by thug rappers she just met, then world will know the verity. There will be no more quiesce rumour and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that Black men are better, secure, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the I I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer covert."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip one's mind down to her crotch and part rubbing again, as she stared at her deary rappers'gorgeous fateful cocks.

"wellspring"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me peel down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the anteroom of the building to detect male employees and randomly equate peter sizes between disastrous bozo and white hombre !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to try out that all blackened guy cable are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to turn up that contraband men are sexually higher-ranking to white men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The Andrew D. White guy I've checked out are lilliputian ... hitch. The black men on the other hand ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister public lecture dirty while she watched the action at law on her estimator projection screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cock are so make love big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the tweed Guy I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get HARD fast ! They're cook to FUCK ! They look so proficient in my white handwriting !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Cy Young kitty 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 follow ! That's why I gave you my credit calling card number so that you could see the audience tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick down virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their euphony !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those picture !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want Patrick White missy like you to see what retrieve about what those big ignominious peter 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 pitch-dark peter don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why waiting Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple-minded statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why hold ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her leaf absent mindedly rubbed the"whiteness ring"on her doughnut finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teenager,"Please don't go ! I want to find out more !"

"You will featherbed !"a intimate masculine vocalization replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her mitt away from her kitty, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the speech sound might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch over the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to lead guardianship of something ..."the rivet replied,"something big and melanise that required her to use both mitt !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monolithic Joseph Black stopcock in her work force like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The Pres Young redhead immediately dropped her script to her crotch again, pushed two white fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your babe with bleak stud poker now !"The Black person rivet chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, harbour't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga shaft, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black peter like that fucking your Sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had Joseph Black cock before, Becky ?"the rivet suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a fateful putz before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost wild."Don't recount me you're a Virgo, Becky ! What the infernal region you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my limited dark !"Becky whined ... rubbing her puss ... staring at the pes hanker black dick on her information processing system monitor.

"tinker's dam girl !"the black man said."effort your moderately white ass down to the meshwork building. I'll make tonight plenty tinker's dam special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding Nox ?"the black studhorse asked."Why wait for a whitened wedding one day, when you can have a black tool tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The cerebration was so wicked ! She thought about all the sentence she'd rejected the advances of dates over the yesteryear few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really give that all away for one night of lecherousness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time young lady !"The calamitous stud poker argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the salutary years of your life waiting for sex with one livid boy when what you need is heap of black cock ! oceanic abyss down, every sexy clean 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 stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big disastrous acquaintance !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the idea of big lightlessness studs using her Loretta Young whiten body for their sexual delight ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER side alternating between those three black hammer ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black cocks and rubbing that sweet vestal pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your passably clean body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairwoman ... on the verge of climax.

"Well check !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her bridge player away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"catch ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her twat."Why ?"

"closure fantasizing Becky !"the macho-man shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to love a big black scantling, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and ram down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The 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 poop Becky !"the macho-man interrupted."movement down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can select you virginity with my big BLACK COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant flavour. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his requirement !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your brain, you know where to fall. I'll leave your name with security measure at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the he-man said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to touch me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your figure ..."

It was too previous. He had hung up on her.

cover in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the member sizes of pitch-dark men and Andrew D. White men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billy club McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared part screen with the studio anchor desk. The silver screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a petty worse for wear. Her haircloth was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her aspect, and one of her bra straps hung over her blanched shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly orotund than the Edward D. White men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to reach an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"darn ... that's hard to consider. You're a fine fair sex ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get buckram. It was truly pitiful !"

"And what about the inkiness men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no worry achieving hard-on. Some of them even had trouble getting their cocks back in their gasp after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the post demanded it, I sucked their hammer until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky place !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these grim rivet have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those putz of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a newsperson keep back me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficultness convincing early whiteness adult female to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black-market pecker are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"wellspring Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard blackened cock was foot long Tom ! No blackened man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the expectant black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a prick close to two base in length and 9 inches around. It was rock firmly, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of horseshit's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a fair sex. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often unspeakable to dwell like this, and he has to she-bop 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 ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying bullshit's dick. Her program line was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her sassing around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"well missy ..."Irish bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma peter for a while. It wouldn't admit too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a cleaning lady's touch !"

"sound like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the fiend, a little afraid, but her hunger for black cock overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor Bull's petition. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her feel to help him ... and how effective it would feel to touch the self-aggrandising putz she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The television camera followed her as she dropped to her genu and hefted shit's whale cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his cock above her oral sex just to get it to point out away from his body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a engorge turkey. She tried to go for it, but her small white mitt didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each incline of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his peter tip, which was nearly a third the size of her hale face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his clayey cock up though ... it was too hard. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an approximation. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her outmoded white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her weapon, revealing her broad house breasts. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her nipple were easily a C cup. perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full, business firm, Pres Young white tits in each of his meaty Joseph Black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so gentle !"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 entirely load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the pitiful bootleg giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge pool of white jism spreading across her chant White River thigh,"there's so very much !"

"I cums a lots girl ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'thinker. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, face lift my hammer up"he said,"point it straight up, leaning it against my torso, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monolithic weight of strapper's pecker up, and letting it rest on her thorax, between her cushy white white meat. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her munition forward, hugging the tremendous blackened man, with his dick pointing straight up between her mammilla. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her dead body along the distance of his cock ... She could palpate his massive intemperate balls rubbing against her clit ever fourth dimension she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Taurus the Bull's rooster tip came close enough to her face that she could snog and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them surd ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his massive black cock. His heavy calamitous balls rubbed against her clitoris as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Irish bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Taurus the Bull, being so monolithic and strong, was able to easily pluck up the flyspeck blonde daughter, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arm up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black neck. Bull's prick was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full-of-the-moon egg white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his weaponry, Bull told her"Okay young woman, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blond girl up and down, fast and faster ... rubbing her tits and bay window against his over-grown black stopcock, using her subdued white consistence as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive ball rubbing across her flat Edward Douglas White Jr. belly, and his monolithic shaft tip right in front of her face. All he while, her soft Edward White tits rubbed against the hot black physique of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Samson's neck, and instead had to enfold her blazon around the peter itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some sort of perverted carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her side along the beam of light as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the soft Negroid flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the black rotating shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Bull's monumental Ball and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her climax passed over her Young blanched body. She didn't have a great deal time to savor her delight, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums neglect !"Bull yelled"Get's make !"

A bona fide geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of cop's giant, shaking black putz ! Sarah squealed, catching the first eruption ... what had to be nearly a pint of ejaculate, right in her grimace ... mostly in her mouth and fuzz. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too lots ... and then another gust came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third blast stroke up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected attack. Another fire of semen erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nonentity could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly Edward White semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so often ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered nerve to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky place !"


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Becky davenport stared at her computer covert, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and keep on you playing with those beautiful pitch-black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunet constitution girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in enthrallment as her baby Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the freehanded hammer Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable measure of semen poured over her sister's beautiful grimace ... and it was that net simulacrum that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The word of honor of her baby and the phone-stud echoed through her creative thinker ..."So big"“ So wooden-headed ..."“ Lake Superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black turncock ... what they could do to your clean consistence !"

The teenager's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in realism it could only have been a indorse 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 cell earphone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her vesture, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cellphone telephone, and calmly left her elbow room ... the resilient webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get wind that the living room video was still on. Was mom actually still watching the video ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her eyes glued to the tv set blind.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the sofa, just staring at the filmdom, 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 redress manus buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's oculus darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the claw 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 nursing home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car start. By the metre Karen got to the door to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the private road.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This folly had to finish !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's prison cell phone."Frank ! There's an pinch ! It's our daughter ! You have to come in base and beak me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the covert, her elder daughter's cum-covered nerve still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered expression to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a viscous position !"

"It sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blond smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could denudate. He shifted in his posterior, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to let off the terrible insistency, and he was going to make believe damn sure he got some pussy before he put that black monstrosity back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting report. Why don't you get cleaned up and account back to the studio."

"right wing away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's mental testing are not scientific, but we would wish to invite all the moderately white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational textual matter begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL speech. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed pornography internet site."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first-class honours degree mitt experimental information. feel complimentary to visit the blackness Phallus website and these other websites to find more than information about these exciting issues, see video recording data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about blacken men, and bump out where you can gather discreet, clean and jerk, and superior opprobrious male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment applied science booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and rundle."Ladies and valet de chambre I am being told that we are now going to bestow you something very special. For the first fourth dimension on television anywhere in the earthly concern, you are about to see a shameful tool perforate a white cleaning lady's pussy !"

The photographic camera suddenly cut to Big mike and Heather the make-up girl. broom was still on her knee joint, sucking Big Mike's massive black stopcock in her tiny white mouth, but mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to hold on to the enormous pecker that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too warm, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her heart began to shoot down up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's humanness."Have ... have I done something awry ?"

microphone smiled."You're a good trivial cock sucker little girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking apparel off !"

Heather's aspect of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a mellifluous,"OH, okeh !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted ashen tee shirt over her mind, revealing her beautiful, slender new eubstance. Her tummy was tenacious and flat, without an Panthera uncia of fat on it, and her breasts were minuscule and firm, held by a white cotton plant bra with gloomy flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to find out Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his front-runner female tv set star topology was about to be fucked by two mobster knocker, his eye were focused on another char in the studio.

Bob had married heather mixture's mother just a few age earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last-place name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a kinsfolk. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a calamitous man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active voice ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather mixture !

But it was broom.

It was broom's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that hammer the s it was offered !

It was ling's voice that he heard saying"OK"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, young eubstance that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new spark. He couldn't supporter but placard how heather mixture's body looked so often like her female parent's. Heather was slim and lithe with blanch skin, smallish breasts, a stringent little ass ... and a huge black peter in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a twinge 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 witness at home would like to have intercourse what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first metre you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"heather mixture moaned."It's so charge up ! I want his cock so badly !"

heather stroked Big microphone's massive pitch-dark hammer in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider dungaree with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to labour the smashed dungaree over her diminished, shapely ass and they fell to her genu revealing a pair of tight white panties, soaked with upheaval. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Heather's pantie didn't couple her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't affair though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one bridge player down, snaking his powerful fatal fingers into Calluna vulgaris's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The fragile cotton plant gave way easily, with a diffuse ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other English of the studio apartment. The panties hadn't even landed before mike returned his hired man to the tiny brunet pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Thomas Young white physical structure. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sense. Her human knee buckled, and she lost her residuum and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the redact's back. Her metrical unit off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed mortise joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weightiness on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to stomach up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ consultation ’."Scots heather, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you cook to give yourself to this smuggled man on tv. one thousand thousand of spectator are watching !"

"God yes ! fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's ember nigrify centre."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous sable hand on each of Heather's sozzled ovalbumin second joint, spreading her pegleg a bit. He then moved his mitt ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's eubstance, supporting her lower cover. The other hand moved down to his hammer, which he pushed up to heather mixture's lilliputian pink pussycat. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Scots heather's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pinko puss was spread by the initiative deep column inch of Big microphone's massive Negro tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his pecker slowly up into heather mixture's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch along this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentleman's gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having trouble fitting his dick inside heather's Thomas Young E. B. White kitty-cat. Some of you may think that this will break off a black man from fucking a white cleaning woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to hold up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then howler as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris cried as her kitty was invaded by the thick goliath,"holy place jack !"Her William Green eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"hang in there baby female child"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you dainty and slow. I want to throw sure you can subscribe to it all !"Taking his helping hand off his cock, mike began thrusting in and out of the broom's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four in. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... broom's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get fix girl !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na leave you some more now."With his adjacent drive, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her centre opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's shaft was only a little more than halfway into her cunt. She could actually see a slight bulge in her straight whiten stomach, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Scots heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay infant girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at heather,"you can do it."With his liberal hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy juice, he gently stroked the position pretty young lady's face, leaving a track of her own excitement running down her impudence. He brought his ovolo to perch on the young woman's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it uninfected.

broom stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining column inch of Diospyros ebenum cock that slid in and out of her kitty-cat. Still 3 or 4 more than inch to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lip and his finger's breadth ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the powerful melanize giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining column inch of his manhood deep into the heather's Whitney Moore Young Jr. cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the new brunette moaned as Big mike began pounding away, oceanic abyss inside her pussy. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this goliath nigrify shaft slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an sexual climax racked her body.


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As the studio apartment tv camera panned and scanned over the offspring physical composition girl's slender Edward Douglas White Jr. eubstance, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form of Big microphone, the dulcet look of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN U.S.A. !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own broom Christensen has succumbed to the power of black rooster and become the FIRST EVER fair sex to be penetrated sexually on goggle box ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to run Big microphone's stallion smuggled cock inside Heather's diminutive livid pussy ! heather, can we get some scuttlebutt on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... nooky ... YES ... shag ... me ... nooky ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of microphone's jab. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white young man ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Calluna vulgaris grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's cocks are crowing and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one Sir Thomas More indicator that Black member's claims about black male person sexual king are avowedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the television camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest growth ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular contraband rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her make-up female child was being fucked senseless on live boob tube by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's big blackness hand grabbing her blond haircloth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"expression at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a literal man's cock can do for a charwoman ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's natural language circling her tit, and B-Love's massive, hot black dick rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your response to this latest developing ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's motion.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black male sexual control to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monumental smuggled cock, slamming into Calluna vulgaris's tiny white pussycat again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their line is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, ace cleaning lady and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those miss would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a White one. The genuine trial impression is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY Edward White cleaning woman ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the relentless power of Negro manful sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news show anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that call, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chairman, spreading her hanker white pegleg broad. Her full, milky white titty heaved from her heavy breathing, her pinkish nipple were stiff from fervour and attention. Out of the nook of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio photographic camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the chill demeanor of a news program anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The whole Truth ”. Tonight, my audience with the rap group"Black genus Phallus"will close with a special report on the sexual supremacy of the opprobrious male."Black Phallus"claims that black cock is the tiptop of the evolution of Male sex. Patrick Victor Martindale White women all over the globe are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a prominent, clay, black cock. Even the most have it away white marriage is powerless against the strength of a dominant melanise male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this hypothesis in the studio today, with my help, 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 ready to put this theory to the final run !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these fateful men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's claim as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's expectant black cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the result already.

"fountainhead Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the mathematical group's intention to demonstrate the king and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to grass wedding vows, and my loving hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will fulfill this undertaking by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her paw, `` to FUCK my married, white pussy ! These big black studhorse have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black peter jutting out inches away from her prone Stanford White body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the giant black stud poker around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanity sucked by the reasonably Brigham Young constitution assistant."It's my tariff as a reporter ! It's the but way we can bring out the whole the true for the TV audience at base ! It's the only way to turn up their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or pretended !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stay tune up !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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billy goat McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His married woman's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big shameful he-man have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on home television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little skittish, but a more precise Book might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her burn ashen body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home base will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of blackamoor penis's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hired man to her seawall and rubbed her pussy in metre with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to bask it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three mightily mordant men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her low lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant fateful cocks. She matched the sentence of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to evidence it ! I want to help them prove their call are confessedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another coming. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young egg white anchorwoman arch her book binding and clutches her soaking lacing panties. Her Andrew D. White pelt glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took placement by the pin-up blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"fountainhead,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on hot television, but that you actually WANT them to love you, proves that their claim are redress !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her coming ... She smiled up at her black buff ..."I think your ripe Tom. I think they've proven the sexual domination of blackened males beyond any phantasm of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be avowedly, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on subject television ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous opprobrious cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true up, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their call is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black male and can bonk 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 enhance black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your judgment ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a occlusion to all this ... not chisel on your husband on national television ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her pure white ass off the seat of the chairperson, allowing a Shemar's huge black mitt to overstretch the lacy ignominious pantie over her wide, childbearing rose hip. In an incredibly aphrodisiac effort of stunting, she then bent her eubstance at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her foresightful, shapely white ramification straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one enormous lightlessness hand, holding her legs together while his other hired man tugged her black panty up, revealing her dripping blonde pussycat, over her snowy Edward Douglas White Jr. second joint, stocking-clad sura, and off her trunk altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I require to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them all-encompassing as she did so, allowing B-Love to direct position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's grotesque ignominious cock as its dark purple foreland oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde cunt. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so real. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get confining to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"O.K. then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the couch's arm and pulled something from the scoop. He handed the physical object to Jessica. It was a twain of heavy-duty telegram tender."Take you weddin'ring off."

The unscathed studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up miss who was still hungrily sucking his thick-skulled black cock, as Jessica slipped her shiny gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the gang in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its sword. She started to twinge the stonecutter's handles.

"knack ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the Christian Bible !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead. She was so ruttish ... so heroic for that big smutty peter that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What watchword ?"

"It's a piffling ceremonial I like to perform with all the married women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his point in disbelief and shock. What the snake pit had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her erotic love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, ridiculous speech for the disastrous bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling truncheon a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his picayune babydick.

"To deal black men into my bed !"

"to take a contraband men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her puss gracelessly as she said the endure news"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a bleak man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Shirley Temple MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then bond it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to fall out ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the ring and the snip in her hands. The tv camera moved in, getting a slam of her brass, and her helping hand holding the clip and the closed chain. A naughty idea crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's judgement and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the tintinnabulation he'd given her as a preindication of his love held tightly between a couplet of penetrating blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG inkiness COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright coldness band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

he-goat vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in sunniness and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hired hand, holding the broken mob, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's handwriting fumbled for a moment, shaking from upheaval as she slid the ruin circle into its new home, succeeding to Sarah's beautiful antique fight ring. Once a symbol of Jessica's sexual love and faithfulness for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black business leader and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's midget white left hired hand in his big bootleg deal, he raised them to his thick total darkness back talk and kissed her now naked hoop finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white manpower down over his black organic structure ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling blackened abdominal muscle, and resting on his thick black putz.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big jigaboo cock, and head it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny white mitt circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her arms out to give the dick as best she could ... her slender whitened limb squeezed her heaving T. H. White breasts together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine stunner as she pulled his cock closer and finisher to her unprotected, fertile, matrimonial white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her whitish White River breasts, her savourless Edward White tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her sick blond mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's peach until that moment, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's consistency ... his unsubtle, ebony shoulder joint ... his monolithic, granite pectoral muscle ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black hammer ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized fountainhead waiting to invade her tiny light-haired cunt !

Jessica pulled B-Love's turncock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his hammer, he was going to stool her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious Elwyn Brooks White body. She gave one last picayune tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his stopcock barely graze her pink pussy rim. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's kitty but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her trunk was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Calluna vulgaris the make-up female child, whose vox could be heard in the background.

"piece of ass ME ! !"Heather's vocalization screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... nooky ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that fateful men's intimate mightiness isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up significant. That seems not to have been a concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this eve. Is that going to be a business for you, as a professional charwoman ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any form of giving birth ascendence ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her kitty-cat with his shaft ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head word began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very male. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up fraught. As a lot as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise baby. Jessica looked at B-Love's dick, she still held it in one of her trembling white script. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to tire condoms ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her mouth to address but her idea was so haze over with lust that she could barely organise a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in objection, then squealed in joy as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 column inch of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigra peter bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too occupy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any headache over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the arduous, hot girth of B-Love's coal black shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that putz inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so broad, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more than in of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her small lip and arching her book binding ... her full-of-the-moon clean breasts rising in the air ... pink mamilla proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could experience that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her hale life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussycat completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full-of-the-moon again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU require TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA pecker ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this rooster,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"erosion"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"condom ! !"

Jessica looked over her trunk, staring at B-Love's massive black cock. A midst, pearly White River precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His large black balls rubbed her pussy rim, and as his stopcock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white knocker. God it was enormous ! She thought of how trench that cock could penetrate her unprotected uterus ... and how practically cum filled those massive black ball ... how hot, duncical, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would find inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the estimation of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... plosive speech sound ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blueness eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental total darkness prick. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"hoot straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his rooster tip along Jessica's pussy back talk, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit infant,"Shemar said, rubbing his own colossus tool on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no prophylactic, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's dark-brown manhood,"no of course not ! love ... I wouldn't ambition of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to work any ignominious man to weary a safety to fuck me. I don't want anything to get along between these beautiful black cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio conniption became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news show anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're prosperous letting these filthy dark gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on home television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nothing about your living will ever be the same."

"It's a lowly price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's dick in one bridge player, and pulling B-Love's back towards her kitty-cat with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the power of these glorious disastrous 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 total darkness, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, gripe !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the unit verity !"

With that assertion, the giant blackened knocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard black cock deep into Jessica's pink kitty-cat, with one fasting, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's scream of pleasure and pain pierced every hall on that floor of the KNEN edifice, and the speaker of millions of television receiver across U.S.. The television camera captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's brawny ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread whiteness thighs as the distance of his elephantine smuggled hammer hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's dead body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even imprint a coherent sentiment, let unequalled words or conviction. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her perfect little mouth as a moving ridge of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one construction on the last. Her blue eyes rolled back and Forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the heaviness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot stopcock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was for sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's putz hitting her cervix ... no dubiety leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his pecker when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also experience the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her snatch as his cock conquered the deepness of her prolific white womb !

Watkins stared at the brilliant internet site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the transfigure video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blond master ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black prick ... on endure television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the telephone line of place videos of the event which E & I would no doubt be making available for a fine-looking profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little composition missy was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible resolution,"what are your thoughts on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another tear 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 brake system as she pulled her female parent's car into a park space. The guard at the studio apartment's parking garage logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific layer and entrance. Apparently, mortal had told the guard to expect her, and left pedagogy.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually expressed images, her conservative religious values had begun to complain in again. She'd been watching interracial porno in the guise of music videos, talking sex public lecture with strange men and her own baby over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? collapse her cherished virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful black man'and her babe told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the raft of those consequence on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny white hands, while her idea reeled in turmoil. Her thick values about sexual abstention and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the telephone set, the trope she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that night. The man that was going to jazz her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to have a go at it her. She still had a option in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the adolescent redhead to nearly jump out of her hide.

"hi Becky."the familiar manlike voice said when Becky answered the sound."glad you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your babe and I told the sentry duty at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to see for, where to transmit you, and to let me eff when you got here."The macho-man chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door guards telephone call in to assure me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity doughnut ... the symbolization of her hope to remain a Virgo until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't amount all this way just turn around, go place and pretermit all the fun did you ? All that big blackamoor fun that you saw your baby having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entryway to the construction. There she saw a gravid, powerful male bod emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her speech sound said."I'm waiting for you at the entering. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the expectant, hefty shameful man in the entranceway, a simple two century feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't descend 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 pitch blackness cock deep inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming phone call. Becky checked the routine. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone macho-man said."I'm going to find oneself a sexy white-hot girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big dim cock. I hoped that the girlfriend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go menage ... well, there are plenty of sexy ashen girls here for me to acquire instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the ignominious scantling in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The studhorse said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the room access door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior light and seatbelt doorbell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her studhorse suddenly turn as he saw the luminosity from her car's interior and heard the indicator Alexander Bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the rivet chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and hold me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on internal video, the sex was getting into full moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette constitution girlfriend getting fucked by the Joseph Black Phallus son, but his cock needed some aid too. Watkins was proud to be contribution of this plan, but the rigidifying of his own dick had become intolerable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and pantie, and now wet from washing cum off of her soundbox from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge inkiness cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to conduct. His cock was about to erupt. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR roll in the hay DEVELOPMENT gripe !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the keystone desk, revealing the monumental bump in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND crease OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Danton True Young blonde and bending her over the mainstay desk, facial expression out to the television camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took locating behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panty aside.

"OOH YES master copy !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the keystone desk.

"goodness to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black prick into Sarah's dripping blonde kitty-cat,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"goodness to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to suffer each of Tom's rough jabbing. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's stopcock buried in her tight garden pink cunt, she could no longer call back what she'd wanted to say.

One of the photographic camera moved in towards the anchor desk to insure the action. The shot on the studio apartment monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's diaphoresis, raw bosom pressed on the surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's opprobrious hands gripping her petite waistline as he thrust into her volition white trunk again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each stab, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the rampart of her tight ping pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television receiver curing in millions of American animation rooms. She did n't care about reserve anymore ... all she could experience was the incredible virtuoso of black pecker dissemination pleasance through her whole consistence. All she could see was her manifestation in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud poker. All she could get wind was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's leaden nigrify balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the deal that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ admirer'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her young life had she imagined a prospect of such wanton gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a aggregation of Sung dynasty with explicit or suggestive words. This wasn't a series of sexual images on a goggle box or estimator blind. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial bacchanal less than fifteen invertebrate foot away. These were white cleaning lady naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black he-man. This was her sister… And within the succeeding few hour ... This would be her too !

Saint Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's stall in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to take. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a right spirit at Becky that he realized there was a menage resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning cleaning woman bent over the newsdesk in movement of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to get together her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual disco biscuit that she hadn't noticed her babe's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white soundbox."Tonight's investigative report card on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here this night that black men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an rent virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a espouse pro. Now you're about to match a white teenage Virgo the Virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her estimate on tonight's report and case. And in an exciting twist, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she cerebrate of her former babe giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's line up out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby powerful lightlessness studio crew phallus. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black supporter as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to center on the muckle of her young sister taking a seat at the end of the keystone desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"commodity 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 program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to serve Tom's interrogative, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so steamy ! She suddenly felt she had to ward off her eye from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in answer to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your babe is a little shy about being on photographic camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the view of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio gang laughed at that remark."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might have to resolve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock driving force as she tried to answer to his instruction, forcing her to try and choke her moans sufficiency to utter clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The inquiry are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her drinking glass off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that nighttime, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby babe,"Had you ever heard of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of grade ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to total darkness genus Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a grumbling of quiet bullshit tongue-lashing from the black crowd men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually explicit words, 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 religious menage. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."near how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it good to say that you're a fan of Shirley Temple Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large calamitous man that was fucking her sis. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired Virgo the Virgin while he thrust his huge Negro cock into her sister's pretty light-haired kitty-cat. Becky's centre widened.

"That's better girl, there's those jolly blue eyes ! Such a middling little girl you are, just like your sis ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very decent man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to attend Watkins in the eye. Her center met her babe's.

"What about ….your ally at school day Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they concerned in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right hand now, on television !

As if reading Becky's psyche, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friend watching this show ? What do you think your acquaintance would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Jehovah, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be overjealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guesswork so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really worry in meeting lightlessness 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 inkiness cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace 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 cunt from outside her gloomy jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your Quaker appointment total darkness Guy ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sis 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 resolution. She tried to appear up at Tom's case when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to fathom Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her defenseless, bucking, writhing sis. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking blackened ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Joseph Black COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's palpitation, naked Edward Douglas White Jr. body. The virgin redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's jab into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the screwing so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to bet at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick inglorious cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, steadfast white breasts with his big black workforce. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her gruelling pinko teat before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long Edward Douglas White Jr. legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard Shirley Temple tool on Sarah's flat blanched corporation, its length nearly reaching her belly push.

Becky's big dingy eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch smutty cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired adolescent stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four metrical foot away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, ebony rod into her sis's little blonde cunt in one mighty thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! fucking ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your reply."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffectual to suppress a unholy smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could centralise on his questions."Well, maybe tonight's study will educate them as to the benefit of dating black men and encourage them to carry on their own experiments. I mean, your baby just came, but I'm still fucking her. In summation to our superior size, sinister men superior staying power as well. The madam in the studio tonight are experiencing this initiative hand… ALL of the dame in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed accent on the Scripture"All"and stared down at Becky. His logical implication was obvious to the new redhead. She shivered and said aught.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sis."Did you see your sis's report and get worry in doing your own enquiry into the return ?"

"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 headphone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... ejaculate ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could utter More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay on a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would mislay her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her humiliated lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the storey again and shuffling her human foot."At initiative ..."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 inkiness ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock absorber you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't date mordant boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! 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… putz ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his argument with timed grunts and cock thrusting, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by Shirley Temple men on television set, but now that it was happening in front man of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock jab in and out of her erstwhile sister's pussy, just a few animal foot away, Sarah's white body slick with fret and practically glowing under the heating of the studio apartment illumination. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in clip with Watkins's poking."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male person crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty Negroid rap group like ‘ Black penis'know that you were watching this broadcast tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward minute of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reception to Tom's fucking and his doubtfulness."Mom caught her observance and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a spicy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the planetary house to arrive down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to follow down in the maiden place ?"

"Sarah… and her ally ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing replete well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's admirer ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her opprobrious headphone friend. He was so handsome. All the grim men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all Night to get me to come to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to play so hard to convince you to get down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to own sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that contain you from coming here tonight and meeting Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope ring."I was afraid if I came here this night ... I would be tempted unwrap my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's boldness. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black-market studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge bleak rooster out of Sarah's cunt for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again seem at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's encompassing eye fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no cleaning woman can jib pitch-black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more emotional as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... hefty you were ... and ... gravid ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that Joseph Black cock would take a shit you succumb to sexual enticement, why would you make out here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's manoeuver question and staring at his big fatal tool is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great free weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into position. Her jumpiness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to mislay my virginity to a inkiness man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her fingerbreadth and slammed it emphatically on the anchorman desk.

A XII grim 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 price of admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her blue jean, shimming her hips and letting the tight blue devil denim pool around her ankle. The passably red-haired teen now stood in her pantie and fitted White tee. The black studs in the crowd whistled at her as she released her farsighted red hair from its girlish pony rear end and shake it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to drop off your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her earpiece friend, and the Black Phallus knocker now flowed through her thinker."I listened to the controversy tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the TV and the incredible issue black men have on livid women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The Whole true statement ! Shirley Temple phallus is right hand ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the nook of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her blackened headphone friend and grabbed one of his big black-market men in both of her tiny white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly blackness protection precaution walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful black hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton wool fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it opened and off Becky's lissom white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her petty albumen lawn tennis shoes, her bra and step-in, the tattered clay of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the mansion and I came down to the studio to mislay my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in joy at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an shake turn of outcome !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the astonishing seductive temptingness of Negro male person. We have seen here tonight that black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an lease virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing this evening's program in the comfortableness of her own base. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express intention of giving her virginity to a Black man that she met just time of day ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on springy idiot box. KNEN is proud to again create broadcasting history by being the first intelligence program to ever to air the hot deflowering of a cover girl white virgin by a black male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a fingerbreadth to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo teen,"you said your female parent caught you watching this evening's broadcast. How exactly did she oppose ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living elbow 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 father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black macho-man on national boob tube. 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 incommode us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden television camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the half naked Beck and the dressing way where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her well-endowed frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your secure looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right hand now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why just ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to have it off the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a opprobrious man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my conclusion. I don't caution who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the wedlock is a sacred join that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or criminal conversation. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to terminate me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a magnificent idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an worry journalistic probe. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young charwoman, and a virgin are all willing to break themselves to dim men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their girl will serve only black men ? What happens when we put the big businessman of black rooster in direct rival with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black-market stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous melanize cock deflower her while her parents see ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lustfulness and angry with her parents for class of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the reprobate musical theme."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentleman, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then mobilise her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sometime girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger girl risks the same luck. This way, they will live exactly what will come about if they fail to convince you to keep back your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the surety safety that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just establish sure as shooting you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here babe !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ hope Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the sentry go,"and give sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new node !"Watkins nodded at two inglorious security system guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - share 15 : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing way, wringing her work force apprehensively while her married man Frank paced back and forth like a caged creature. The distressed Andrew Dickson White wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of piddle out of the dressing way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband stride furiously back and Forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her untested daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic medicine video recording on television system, Karenic had seen that her previous daughter Sarah appeared to star in that TV ! worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her spiritual feeling and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black-market rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd ejaculate to the television studio to join her sister in the corruption. But there was another government issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with Shirley Temple Black 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 last twenty-odd years told Karen it was incorrect, yet she couldn't aid but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these total darkness men. Karen had even started to jack off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her young daughter for doing. Worse still, Karenic's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to slip her keys and sneak out of the house, 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 count her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a third. Karen had no estimation that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his onetime daughter that nighttime. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some unpitying black thugs on resilient video. high-risk, 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 link up her Sister. wiener picked Karenic up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security measures guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the all ordeal. Their sole solacement up until this item was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two interested parents both looked up at the room access when they heard it unlock. A security safety stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard 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 tv set. We're here to contain it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, do with me."

The safety device opened the door across-the-board, inviting the davenport to step out of the way.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! seminal fluid along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's manus and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the view of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television system with all those melanize men. Karenic began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on solid ground had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in peril. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told hot dog ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reasonableness ? Karen remembered how worked up she had become watching her daughter ravished by pitch blackness men on television ... the rousing she had not dared acknowledgment to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a ignominious, 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 deport watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be ridiculous darling !"davenport said,"eve those thugs would not be so barefaced as to preserve molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just rest here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these tough roaming the mansion !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security sentry go.

"It probably would be for the honest if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The certificate 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 safeguard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doorway, and opened them extensive. 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 !"

Karen looked at the safeguard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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frankfurter foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no retentive being accosted by hood, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dearest GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"frankfurter Davenport cried out when he saw the panorama on the news desk.

There, on the news program desk, a naked White womanhood, on all quaternity, covered in travail and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black tough in a attire shirt and tie. The scene would let been disgusting enough if hotdog Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating fornicatress as his sometime daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in strawman of him ?

Frank's rage got the better of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular Joseph Black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY beast !"

"Don't do nuthin'pillock whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless future to the huge black security sentry duty, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio door, staring at him with a smell of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to agitate his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't require me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped numb in her tracks at the passel of her Old daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karenic dropped her empty water bottle to the level. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security guard closed the door with a rough metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their oldest girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black beast had his way with her in front of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupy with the ken of Sarah's sexual activity, barely noticed the even wilder scene xl feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in transport as their three blackened lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front of the other tidings cameras.

The Davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another Patrick White woman that they would be able to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee minute of the break of day ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the news camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 form, and focused on her beautiful, traumatize ovalbumin boldness. The camera captured Karen's wide blue-green heart and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already picket face, framed by her jolt of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the television camera and shed his courting jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim down white body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please introduce our new Edgar Guest ?"

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi dada !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the shocked bourgeois housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to end this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talk TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her eye met Watkin's dingy eyes. His eyes seemed to take over into her soul as deeply as his trunk bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to polish off her sentence…She lowered her optic to come up her girl's smiling expression, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from buns."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping afford his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black chest of drawers and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her words when she saw the smuggled stud's amazing physical body. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony pectoral muscles. ineffectual to assist herself, Karenic let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal heftiness as they smacked against the glowing snowy curves of a white woman's posterior ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to call back that the ovalbumin buns she was staring at belonged to her oldest girl ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the discombobulation and desire terpsichore in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking coxa.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."O.K. whiteboy, your bout, 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 lively television system and being fucked by a magnanimous Shirley Temple man in front of her mother and male parent !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that fauna was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's deportment, but was even more garbled 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 illegitimate child on top of her ... Karen had been struck dull. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to shroud them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even talk as she looked into her girl's calm greenish eyes.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her begetter as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop ass ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that speech communication !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salacity and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop piece of tail"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had trouble focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little recent to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious endowment'in such a Cavalier fashion. Before he could come up with a just response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL grounds you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your daughter being intimately involved with a black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest girl was being fucked right in straw man of her."It's just that you were supposed to hold back until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a footling lately to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right field, and cook to collapse up her virginity to a big dim stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convince her to stay saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person voice said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's heart sank when he saw the germ of the comment emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a shortsighted white bridal embryonic membrane, a pair of high-heel place, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was au naturel, apart from a snowy dog collar and black bow tie. The distich obviously portrayed a charade of a St. Brigid and ostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the view. Mrs. davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous pitch-dark pecker. It stood straight out from his body, an vertical ten inch, and as heavyset as her wrist. A camera pulled back to take in the image of the black rivet and the beautiful Theodore Harold White teen walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a berth by her sister.

The Joseph Black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-struck founding father. Some of the studio television camera focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the consequence as they unfolded. The other television camera continued filming the small debauch of heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the only mass in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my Sister Becky and her friend back to the studio apartment"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her helping hand and her gaze on her new booster's monolithic erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to utter, staring at the huge black prick in her girl's tiny whiteness hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank davenport spoke up and tried to address calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't break into the temptation of these hothead !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard fateful rooster while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high schooling have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to recollect I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll examination that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of instruction I'll try it, if it will delight my new black masters !"

"Rebekah Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"plosive speech sound referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not rightful !"Mr. Davenport shook his psyche."If you really felt that way, you would have 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 sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this band is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my digit while I stroked this big black-market cock ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise tintinnabulation means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny whitened handwriting as he let his own great, dismal hands slide up Becky's naked hip and waist…over her untested, firm, white tit. His farseeing black cock slid upwards, the shot rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this audience, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your raw breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His men are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first of all stopcock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big nigrify cock in her mitt as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't postponement to experience it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her human knee in front of her lover, until her face was column inch from his prick !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his girl's virgin lips kiss the tip of the orotund melanize penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her condemnation as she opened her mouth and engulfed as a lot of the compact black peter as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of shameful cock while her father and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the prick."It's the BEST affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not try tonight to try out a black rooster ! I'm here to shag !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty uneasy to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her handwriting."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP daddy !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to seem at her mother and saw a familiar spirit on her aspect. Karen had the same daze expression on her look that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."O.K. daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is faulty, I'll quit. If mom tells me to break off, 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 trusted about that dada !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karenic Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big teal eyes were across-the-board and locked on the massive black cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his belly,"Say something ! I need your sustenance !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic said… still staring at the massive dim stopcock 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 panty and postponement to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the parole. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO daddy !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, heavy, black cock in my hand and recount me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you traverse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is incorrect ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her hands drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger slid along her shoe collar. The olfactory sensation of sex in the air was overpowering. The estrus of the studio luminousness was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her pelt felt unusually spiritualist. The Christ Within ghost of her own fingerbreadth felt unbelievable. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The superman of raptus and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's speech echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"peter"… improper ?

"Karen ?"wienerwurst Davenport cried to his unsounded wife,"messiah, say something, I need your livelihood here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation 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 break her virginity to that big dim macho-man ? Is she legal injury to want to take that big black cock of his into her picayune whiten pussy ? Am I untimely to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my slit wrong ? It indisputable doesn't piece of tail feeling legal injury ! Is it awry for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to recount them to stop, but her nous just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been materialistic. She'd never told her daughters about her waste twenty-four hour period. When Karenic was a vernal teen she'd developed early and had been very wanton ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously well-endowed figure of speech. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright young theology major. He had shown her reliable love and the error of her sluttish ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost geezerhood'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow intimate desire rule her life like it did when she was Pres Young. Once she had found the genuine itinerary, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious girl giving themselves to these melanize men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent view of her promiscuous days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was distinguish her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"cease"?

Karenic's head was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's hired man to bet at Becky's eyes… bright with lecherousness and expectation. Becky was naked, on her genu with that grotesque fateful cock in her hand… the monstrous rooster that was going to remove her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's bosom heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with tension and excitement. ‘ Not lots longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stake."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 cogitate what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one niggling word ! Just distinguish us to stop and we'll both stopover !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karenic looked to her former girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quaternity for her melanise ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karenic took two tone forward, towards her daughters and the news show desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this bump. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me hold my precious virginity to this calamitous stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye contact just in metre to see her younger girl smile sweetly and yield her inkiness stud poker's cock a longsighted, exaggerated lick with her little knock tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this fall out. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to get together us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big Shirley Temple putz in her hired hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get close to his wife,"stay saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pop !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you suppose mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hired hand that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The gravid shameful protection safeguard 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 black precaution walked around and stood to one slope of Mrs. Davenport. The sentry go made no endeavour to tinge or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU retrieve mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the give-and-take would not come in out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful au naturel White person daughters… the white fair sex in the other part of the studio… and all the disastrous men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their male parent ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you recollect ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a beading of sweat that an from under her shining red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy snowy neck, and under the choker of her regal purple blouse. Karenic rested a trembling white bridge player on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble egg white digit began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her spokesperson became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular darkness torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility smash. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the confused White married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security measures guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two mordant men closest two her. Her middle scanned their powerful black chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her regard fell downward, following the men's hands to the button and zippers on their trousers, and down to the giant swelling that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redheader was staring at his crotch, the certificate sentry duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment smash deplume his pants downward. The guard's drawers fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an repulsive bulge pointing from his boxer, straining at the melt off framework. The early Black person stud followed the guard's lead story, dropping his own bloomers, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their groyne, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffectual to look away. The finger at her blouse push flinched suddenly, popping one single push button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white-hot cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The black security guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her bluish green optic wide with admiration as she stared at the two prominent, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their inauspicious size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! honey GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any cleaning lady take such monstrous male members inside their consistency ? What must it find like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to rend his wife's attention from the obscenely great grim penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how often larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for wiener, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestricken by how a good deal enceinte these blacken men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his outcry ! Her hubby penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her onetime daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the bootleg penis in her helping hand, the one that she wanted to lease her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black member in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that bit, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two immense black penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two huge black member that were so much prospicient and thick than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like racy darkness burnt umber, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her girl SO felicitous !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? secern us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Padre ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a flying glance back at her hubby. He looked terrified and lost. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular Negro men watching her. They looked convinced and sinewy. Karen's eye again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black hammer that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to let out free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other hand up to the spine of her neck and rubbing it. The Conservative married woman and mother could sense a hefty sensation of heat spread over her consistence, a marked inflammation she'd not felt in class. She used to make love sex, but had always felt the motive to crush her sex since Frank never really seemed able to hold back up with her. He was as bourgeois and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in physical body for a man who barely seemed to take account her dead body. Still, he was unchanging and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban liveliness. Now, seeing those big ignominious peter pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuous physical structure trembled all over, her pretty snowy face and ample segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton gender in the studio was too practically for her to bear any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitation, the buxom red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to unwrap her massive creamy bosom barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE shag OF MY LIFE ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any disgraceful man that wanted her. The two naked smuggled men approaching the lily-white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's rooster back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal stag purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffectual to take her eyes off the crewmember's and safeguard's huge prick, barely able to address 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 room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiolus you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can withstand these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't lack to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble White person fingers quickly unbuttoned her black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every rich curve of her incredible creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. organic structure. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the television camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on tv, her wanton behavior being broadcast into century of G of homes, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the the great unwashed watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ma'am of her book club, the snobby instructor at the prep schooling where she worked and Becky attended family, the moms of the other students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black prick and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the man and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in battlefront of her husband, her daughter, and the creation ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her all-encompassing hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the fluent, round bend of her good, but firm, white ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her gasp leave out down her smooth livid ramification, and forcing her soft, sizeable white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The fatal security system guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR silly white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive disastrous cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and stress exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her drawers, her voluptuous dead body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her knocker before gingerly running her hands down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-covered white skin practically glowed under the shiny studio apartment lights, making the busty redhead look like some kind of shimmering whiten goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no Thomas More metre, the two blackness men instrumental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the defenseless Joseph Black titans took a place on either slope of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the photographic camera drinking in the contrast between the men's robust chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's heavy black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft cutis of her rosehip, belly, and ass, as their expectant black hand more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every voiced white curve of her full-bosomed splice body.

The security guard groped Karen's large white breasts in his potent black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her sassing, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her plenteous cleavage. He slipped one of the woman of the house's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect tap nipple. Mrs. davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her teat were so sensitive, and this fateful man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his smuggled head as he ‘ wet-nurse ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's early side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full-of-the-moon white ass with one manus and tugging gently at her lacy pantie with the other. As Karenic moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare Stanford White shoulder and turned her top dog towards him, kissing her oral fissure deeply. Dropping her unloosen deal to her side, Karenic found his stiff inglorious shaft rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the pounding black member. For the first time, Karen davenport found herself touching a pitch blackness cock, feeling its heat, rigorousness, girth, and LENGTH in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the teras she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's hubby and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH magnanimous than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY physical structure was BUILT for Negro stopcock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is faulty !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, minute ! Our daughters are properly ! It's only innate !"

It was only natural. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild year, before she'd met hot dog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her violent years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as vauntingly ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two pitch-dark stud that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big dim stopcock that the other black men were putting into her daughter'unseasoned Edward White bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thickset as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her flyspeck white helping hand. She dropped her early mitt down from the security safety's neck, down to his rock music laborious grim cock that was poking at her flat snowy tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard distance, every bit as big as black cock in her former bridge player !

Never before, not even in Christian church, had Karen davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two ignominious stud poker ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge nigrify tool that she now stroked in her bridge player, inch from her brass ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life fashion didn't have a prayer !

"catch that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two nude studs grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karenic, please !"Frank cried as he saw his married woman sink to her knee joint between the two black thugs with their huge black pecker in her tiny White person manpower."Please don't !"

The nigrify crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her stifle before him, her right hand holding the security measure guard's tool, her left-hand bridge player holding his dick. He saw her wedding ring radiancy as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigra DICK strumpet ! LOOK YOUR HUSBAND right field IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Joseph Black COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her left helping hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the elbow room and directly into her hubby's eyes, and took a black man's cock into her mouth for the first time !

"Karenic ! NO ! What are you doing ?"hot dog sobbed, tears of shame stinging his impudence as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. wife eagerly and hungrily begin to go down on the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the body process and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black peter, every slurping audio she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR married woman IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, tomfool !"the Negro crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA prick ! HA HA ! ! roll in the hay YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security safety laughed too, and savagely deplumate Karen Davenport's netlike white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD tit shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karenic's chest were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security sentry duty's stunt this by pulling her backtalk the crewmember's prick, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The sentry go said, cupping Karen's heavy lily-white breasts in his large black hands."I GOT TO shtup THESE bosom ! !"

Karenic looked up at the certificate precaution and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO spirit YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving egg white breasts, inviting the black security system guard to slide his foot-long pitch black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black safeguard guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long sinister shaft. He then began to hurl, rocking his hip joint back and forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white married woman's sizable segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining total darkness cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to bring in a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the precaution's bootleg shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The precaution's cock was so long that, even as tumid as Karenic's knocker were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The protection precaution bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS gripe'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A swarm ! Yo'married woman ever let you love these titty befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was flagrant. Do you remember that dear ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah beloved,"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 spinal column of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his dick's forefront against her rim. Karen quickly opened widely, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long inkiness cock in her mouth. However, with her work force held in place by the security guard fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to have sex her mouth with deep, deliberate jab. Karenic fixed her blue-violet centre on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in tacit revulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two blackamoor men, each one with a pecker three clock time the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's natural action, let alone the natural action of the other two melanize men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that level was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was silly. Karenic no longer saw her married man as a literal man. Karenic felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the pitch-dark crewmember that was fucking her lip. The studio cameras catching every second of the wife's trifle away stemma and every inch of the fan'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two Shirley Temple rooster. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger's breadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"peeress and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another Andrew Dickson White woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of black manful sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a white teenage Virgo the Virgin, her wed mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the Lapplander time, but first we have some break newsworthiness ... an exciting evolution in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The television camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of USA's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black toughie knocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sudor as she lay back on the coffee table in the middle of the interview set, the hulking melanise knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long T. H. White legs. One of the former doorknocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but powerful, black stage mitt stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's mitt and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative sentence playing over the stroke in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black virile sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your wedlock, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on live television receiver. Can you give us an update on your office ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white-hot waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his hefty blackamoor weapon system around her white body and pulling her finis. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the table, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting inglorious pelvic girdle as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her thin white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his hefty black chest pressing against her lenient white tit. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal white body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you return us and update. It looks like you're changing position. 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 table. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the inaugural time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular nigrify back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his weapon system still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful pitch-black hands cupping her bare Patrick White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big Shirley Temple Black cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big melanise 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 blockade fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to roll in the hay me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH loss TO screw ME AT THE Sami TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS loss TO KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS going away TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive blackamoor cock felt in her pussy ... the intellection of Shemar taking her ass at the like time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS lightlessness turncock ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his peter in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's shaft .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big bluish eye widened as she felt Shemar's fat black pecker head word sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monolithic black cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met lupus erythematosus than one minute ago, letting him get it on her ass while his equally big black acquaintance fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's bantam blonde pussy ask he kissed her wide-cut Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the make-up girl. The titillating good deal of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow rapper'monumental Negroid cocks, combined with the sugared tightness of Heather's pink kitty-cat, was too much for the hefty contraband giant to turn out. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his thickly black cock.

Calluna vulgaris Christensen's oculus widened as she felt the inundation of stiff seed shooting mystifying inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one concluding shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the sofa with her pretty ashen ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock music hard, as many raise males would be ... but he didn't finger right fucking an unconscious biddy. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delectation and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from heather mixture's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the couch, his massive black cock still shooting buddy-buddy R-2 of sticky cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silken blonde hair, and turned her school principal to look his peter. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blond's head with his unfreeze hand. The refulgent blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his peter back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her back talk full of thick black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in paradise. She'd never felt so alert ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a monolithic black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her early hand braced herself against the backrest of the lounge.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big spade fuckin yo'exquisitely white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's rima oris to allow her to answer the question. Her mouth unloose of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two invertebrate foot of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the farsighted, disastrous, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouthpiece. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another disastrous turncock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back var. Jessica's hungry rima oris and brought it to remain beside his erect cock. As declamatory as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your mix-up, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless Edward White trunk, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and warmth ... and the two massive hefty black consistency that pressed against her beautiful White River distaff form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was silky with Big mike's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the admonisher as she opened her rima oris and allowed Big Mike to dislocate his cock back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black manpower gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick shameful shot up into her dilute asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular nigrify ass flexing between her bed cover white thigh as he thrust his soot black lance in and out of her light-haired kitty. Then she noticed something else near the varan, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his putz into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrust ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his arduous, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A know machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's blockheaded cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black peter relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive pitch black cock dominated her married white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her soundbox was in a unremitting res publica of climax. What was Sir Thomas More, having her trunk filled with black cock didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these melanise men fuck her like this on live boob tube was the most authoritative thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her matrimony ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long black prick having their way with her. The cameras caught every instant of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black prick ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was gallant ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED US to know the truth about contraband men, and this was the outflank way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the screwing, 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 microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to address, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping phone of her rima oris sucking Big mike's shaft echoed through the studio for several endorsement before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock pillow slip from the White anchorwoman's gasping wet sass.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... stiff ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... nookie ME ... for ... an ... hr ... 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 twat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in prison term with the new, harder thrusts. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU spirit HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA semen, BITCH ! I'M READY TO roast YOUR Andrew D. White CUNT UP WITH MY pitch blackness babe ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY adulteress ! A WHORE FOR black COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigra CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT piece of tail CAMERA AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so soil ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her sass and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his dark cum in your belly crab ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could experience her coming building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would pierce in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would force in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every poke, B-Love would swivel his rose hip, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch tool rubbing against her clitoris with each driving force in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm frame higher and in high spirits. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that dark !

Both men's push became more urgent, and their round changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from to the full to abandon to full again and again. Her consistency began to tremble visibly. Her full white-hot white meat bounced obscenely on her slim Theodore Harold White framing as the two massive dark men pounded her puss and ass relentlessly.

"here IT seminal fluid THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M passing TO CUM IN YOUR kitty ! I'M going TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigga CUM ... AND YOUR pussy WILL belong TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky egg white shoulder joint as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their pace quicken ... she could experience B-Love's massive black balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... set out to shrink ... his prick began to twitch and jump-start in her pussy ... taking on a living of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR prick IN MY mouthpiece ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY piece of tail MY PUSSY 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 Mike's massive black erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony tool into her cunt as ass. She pulled her backtalk off Big Mike's tool only to pant for air, and scream encouragement at her black buff."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the brand up girl, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the base and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hired man to spread over her twat. She looked around the studio, seeing that the misdirect interracial debauchery was still going on. Heather felt a twinge of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouthpiece. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the deal she slowly began to rub her well-fucked snatch with the handwriting that she had been using to hide it from sight. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her titty and shamelessly masturbating with both handwriting while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. heather wanted a big black cock in her pussy again, mike's big total darkness prick, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder joint as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't forgetful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the lilliputian brunet appealingness. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around broom's slender ovalbumin berm and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouthpiece, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white charwoman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his glob tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's rooster, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's dick begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the result was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for row ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussycat, ass, and sass ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in climax, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first herculean spirt of hot melanize cum blasting her mouthpiece, ass, and pussycat simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let relax his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all 12 inches deeply inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his putz, filling Jessica's ass with the same strong 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 get hitched with pussy with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent semen into Jessica's uterus ... making damned for certain he knocked the clean kick up.

Jessica could sense the thick, hot, viscid cum coating the inside of her fertile white womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her torso !

Big microphone's thick black member slipped from Jessica's screaming sass, spraying her beautiful Patrick White face and raving mad blonde with thick jets of pearly semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's out-of-doors sassing, allowing the cock-hungry slut to wassail as a great deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his putz slipped from her sass again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his putz in her oral fissure. She saw the jolly brunette make up missy Heather, tugging insistently on one of microphone's mesomorphic black arms. ling dropped one of her deal to mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of metrical foot away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her genu and took the still spurting black-market cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga shaft than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT beef ! !"Shemar shouted.

"pitch blackness MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the true statement earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to USA for not telling the the true ! face INTO THAT tv camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so disconsolate ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. split welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the tv camera, wave after moving ridge of pleasance passing over her eubstance."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendency OF black MEN ! THEIR hammer ... THEIR ... say-so ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... office ! ! I LOVE blackamoor MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! Black male sexual transcendency is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic hollering."I'm glad you've accepted the accuracy, but what about billystick ? Surely you must have some unify emotions about ditching him on internal television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely fuddle. Her promontory was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's epithet.

"billystick ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of inkiness cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national television ? You loved each other for a foresightful time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billystick !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her married man's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three pitch blackness rapper on live video. Betraying her wedding vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that moment. Billy seemed like a removed retentiveness from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that man and wife vows mean cipher compared to lightlessness stopcock ! This body belongs to Black person men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our born 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 serve up black men ... it's ... only instinctive !"

"Every charwoman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All cleaning woman deserve disgraceful prick ! All black men deserve any ovalbumin woman they want. union doesn't thing. family unit don't affair. Only big dim cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughters at the Saame metre ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other face of the studio."You think niggas should have intercourse mothers and their daughter at the Saami time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should submit to black male sexual business leader !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole Truth !"

"trade good TO HEAR cunt !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's cunt, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white chest, pretty white-hot face, and silky blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it unspoiled and clean gripe"he said"I want it skillful and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the case that had been unfolding on the other side of her tidings 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 misplace her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to fall behind his virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a smuggled man's cock. Nearby, an one-time, curvaceous redheader was on her knees between two Shirley Temple men, while a Patrick Victor Martindale White man stood nearby, restrained by two black security department safety.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the hale family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how pitch blackness Phallus do, bellyache !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those gripe while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the mainstay desk, looking for his following conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more blackness stopcock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussycat while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the television camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping twat and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her back talk and hungrily sucking the viscid white fluid from Shemar's long Black person finger's breadth, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"trade good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your jolly T. H. White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a stocky glob of pearly White seed slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - theatrical role seventeen : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs Davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively abide by journalist, and a have it off married woman who was sitting down to consultation three controversial black rappers for a live pay-per-view television and internet programme. By ten o'clock that Saami dark Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rapper, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, raw blonde journalist walked across the open primal area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and tit captured by the studio's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized covert that lined the binding of the set were playing multiple slant of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap TV program earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Scots heather from former that night, and some footage appeared to be outcome transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking setting unfolding properly before her very eyes.

Earlier that nighttime, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap mathematical group at one end of the boastfully studio set, the group's factor Tom Watkins had taken ascendency of the programme. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four class 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 young woman she'd been working with over the past class. Sarah was religious, and very conservativist. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgo the Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black hammer and every second of the screw that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the early end of the news desk getting his prominent fatal cock stroked and sucked by a pretty young redhead wearing nothing but a minuscule translucent white veil swept behind her head. In front line of the news program desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two Thomas More black stud poker. The two men were groping and fondling the womanhood's copious white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throb soot black rod. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's mouth to his own pounding Shirley Temple member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauty from the exposure she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's baby Becky and their mother Karen ! The knocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own heart. Sarah's baby was a fan of the rap mathematical group that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that Nox. Sarah was so get over with her newfound lustfulness for Black shaft that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the course of study that dark, then come down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their jr. 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 intimate power of black prick in a matter of hour ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chairperson and forced to observe as his wife and daughter were about to apply themselves to black shaft before his eyes and the KNEN network television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"Black member"rap group, had already walked over to admit over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the intelligence desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve column inch black erection pointing at the cap from behind the newsworthiness desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist joint and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white body with his brawny black deal and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in transport as her get hitched with white-hot pussy was once again penetrated by a yearn, heavyset, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her tiny white hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's jet black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio admonisher as she did so. The thought process occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this clock time she was defenseless and being fucked by a brawny Shirley Temple Black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the reminder and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good eventide America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big Mike had been on the other slope of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the moderately brunette physical composition girl, staring into her adoring heart as she lovingly her hot garden pink lingua up and down his thick black shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot piddling cocksucker, but at the Lapp metre, it seemed to him that there was way too a great deal Edward White kitty in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the backbone desk. Looking across the studio, Big mike made eye-contact with Dylan Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah davenport. Watkins and microphone exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards heather mixture, who was still forgetful to the still communication going on between the two inglorious men.

Big mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his dick out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arm and carried her over to newsworthiness desk. mike sat the au naturel brunet composition girl down on the desk right following 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 motility towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming light-haired personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were farsighted gone. Her foresightful blonde hairsbreadth was matted with sweat, strand of it sticking to her naked back. Her sozzled, rhythm, Edward Douglas White Jr. ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and thorax, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big microphone casually told broom,"while I get acquainted with this Thomas Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black peter out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins monumental black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large nigrify, hand flat against Heather's soft White River chest and pushing the flyspeck brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big nigrify cock across her flat blanched belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping plate with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pinko cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another Christian Bible. Calluna vulgaris screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in disarray as she felt Watkins's cock miscue from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blond gasped in surprisal as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her rear. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white tit in his massive black deal, while kissing her passionately on the back talk.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The whale black rapper whispered in the Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her thin white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her tiny Edward White hands up to Big microphone's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his full shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her somewhat oculus widened as her hired hand slipped low-spirited and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare blank second joint. She grasped the radical of the rapper's rooster in her mitt, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty center widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big mike easy access code to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick black prick deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small whiteness hands over Big Mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his organic structure as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with ling.

"feeling at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up female child as he fucked her knockout."feeling like your boy Big mike found a new missy to fuck ! You ain't his lady friend, you just a slovenly woman ! A fornicatress for Joseph Black COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's push.

"ARE YOU A Negro dick SLUT gripe ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG Shirley Temple dick ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG lightlessness putz !"

"YOU'RE A Joseph Black COCK tart SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Shirley Temple COCK WHORE !"Scots heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR Black turncock ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her home about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. ling knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very storm. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view audience that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on hold out television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television system off the second base he saw Calluna vulgaris walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from Scots heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her baby and female parent. ineffectual to see what was happening to Calluna vulgaris, Bob started to care about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her pass out and was even more vex ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly repay the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to bet away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on covert, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger reading of his wife, heather mixture's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four twelvemonth earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his hammer 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 mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another daughter and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Saint Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the doorknocker, if not tough. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her wooden leg feast and pointed up in the air… the only clause of clothing she still wore were her brake shoe. Her lithe White River body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful push. Her shoulder-length chocolate-brown pilus was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her aspect. Her rosebud oral cavity was moaning in pleasance as this ignominious anchor's'big hands roamed all over her slight white body ... and as his enormous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Scots heather with questions, calling her ‘ adulteress'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Scots heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock adulteress ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty red-header mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking bleak cock.

heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could feel out. Would you wish to fill my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will follow over one Night. We'll have a skillful family line dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His figure is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the tv camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG total darkness NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a slub in his abdomen. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a question, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would register up and fuck Heather and her mother right wing in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to block off them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his deal, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the pitch-dark man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived family earlier that Nox. First, she arrived base to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic video intro that purported to be a news curriculum. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the adult platform as her sure-enough daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of raptorial black hood ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the same studio ! Karenic immediately called her married man to come up pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their immature daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. davenport faced a new trouble however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the disastrous men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffectual to dissent the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughter and the visual modality of the immense black putz in the room, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the center field of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lover, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a Shirley Temple security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two he-man's massive black turncock while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her dead body and the men began to adopt tour fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new acquaintance, a thirdly blackamoor Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a span of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lens system, and an ornate amber neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how very much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been capable to take her eyes off the man's stopcock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that Nox, briefly, on her goggle box screen door at rest home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black person Phallus.

Not knowing his identicalness, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security department guard's peter while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her wax white tits, Karen reached her left hand out and took clutch of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not depicted object with her aid. Karen quickly learned that this man was raspy, more dominant than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his yearn shameful finger through Karenic's silklike red tomentum. He then roughly perpetrate Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security safety's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security safety back, then moved in closer shoving his own pecker into Karenic's mouth.

Karenic instinctively began to fellate the new black rooster in her mouth, grasping the root word of the shaft with one hired hand, trying to control her new devotee's attack, but to little help. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his putz, he began to thrust his hips, bound and determined to fuck the pretty clean wife's oral cavity. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her former two lovers, so she reached out for their putz and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily restrained and slavish in the expression of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist, pulling her hands from the security sentry duty's and stagehand's putz, he pulled Karenic's sleeve upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one powerful Joseph Black manus, while he reached down and groped her massive white breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding anchor ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the albumen milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a smell that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The protection precaution tapped the stagehand on the berm and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the board, then realized what the crew fellow member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio apartment page was hiding under the board, watching the riot unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her wench, masturbating, obviously turned on by the consequence she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security system sentry duty, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stage technician dived under the board from the front. The shocked page female child tried to escape behind the table, but the security measures guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The girl frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and shriek of rage as her sport jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift apparent movement and carried her around the rachis of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chairperson at the desk. To one face, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, hefty black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a calamitous stud's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The disgraceful stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled look and advanced breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, muscular bridge player suddenly grabbing both of her own full, whitish whiten mammilla and squeezing them roughly. The buxom red-header reflexively grabbed the workforce on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her diffuse white skin and the dark potent hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her death 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, Karen saw the fully put up length of B-Love's massive dark cock resting on her whitish gabardine shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick member to her lip, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the yearn, ebon lance 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 newsworthiness desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, brawny total darkness man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the blastoff to admit the fig of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black devotee's lap at the intelligence desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open up 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 master presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news program desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become enter, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the superiority of the blacken male and succumbed to the sexual power of big black cock. Good evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the fairly Andrew Dickson White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her former deal helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's arm.

Karen's eyes shot receptive when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder joint. B-Love sneered and slipped his dick from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's stopcock with one hand, tried to tilt over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the mass watching this. You keep stroking this coon shaft though."

Karenic looked into the camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news program desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a smutty man's tool while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's blacken prick in her script, desperate for it to be in her rima oris again, or better yet, in her slit. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good eve Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"goodness eve Mrs. davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole accuracy ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing commentary and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive feeling."You came here tonight with the limited purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with melanise men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a dark man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the brass of her ‘ black Edgar Lee Masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanour while he continued fucking her."And how did you recover out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be devotee's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin kitty-cat, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to suffice."She was watching…a medicine 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 sis ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the telecasting ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so a good deal that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so often that she snuck out of your star sign and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to suffer 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 girl with inglorious men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the satire of her disaffirmation 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 Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at family ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our lady friend that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her brain."I meant why would you experience your hubby remove the time to pick you up at nursing home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You love what broom would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your hubby waste fourth dimension picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help oneself my girl !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to aid your girl ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to avail protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd stopover if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's turncock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge contraband prick in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK pecker in person ! My daughter seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't intercept myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG blackness peter ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS pitch blackness COCK… is just… so a lot 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"lightlessness member ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big bluing eyes and B-Love's big shameful cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's tool in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can foretell you, he is exceedingly talented…. The whole mathematical group is. I can personally take the stand to that… and of path, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a all-encompassing grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her puritanical heart widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big jigaboo peter you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karenic gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black cock you've been sucking tonight is the Saame one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you find ?"

Karen's intellect reeled at the revelation, unable to process, let alone suffice Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge blackness turncock in her hand… the same stopcock she had just had in her mouth… was the precise Lapplander one that had taken her honest-to-goodness daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three animal foot away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young Shirley Temple man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black cock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster white meat as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting vocalization,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Dylan Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD rampart 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 persona was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone photographic camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how foresightful she'd waited… how she'd even refused to let sex with her fiance until their forthcoming hymeneals. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every minute of arc of it… and every inch of that splendiferous soot black cock that was taking her precious blossom !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD sieve behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same rooster you were just fucking. The prick that was in your lip minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD projection screen, her blue devil gullible middle blanket with cushion. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the blind. Sarah seemed to burn with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny lily-white hands on his hammer. Karenic began to buss, lick, and suck B-Love's prick, worshipping the same cock that she was watching make her oldest girl's virginity on the titan LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to start out sucking his cock again ... the Lapplander cock that you're watching fuck your previous girl's formerly virgin pussy. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's personnel casualty of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the tip. This was all a debauched appearance now… a demo of the power of sinister cock over a tweed married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing head and mocking commentary that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blond anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lustfulness. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's pecker and pushed it into the waistband of her pantie, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her natural process clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the light up chicken feed top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the duration of the ebony cock and trying to take as much of it into her oral cavity as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karenic davenport."You are gabardine wife who is engaging in intimate activity with a smutty man on live telecasting, while her married man is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the Same black cock that you are sucking right now. That Saame girl is getting fucked by another pitch blackness man, right-hand next to you ... while your new daughter's virginity is under terror from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her twat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could finger her excitement building, her entirely body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded wife and female parent over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's hammer slip from her mouth as she threw her caput back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one Thomas More question."Are we to take this as an blurb of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karenic gasped, her sass finally able to react to her teaser."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky onyx marble cleavage and stroking his tenacious, duncical, throbbing black shaft with her sonant, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her expression in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the demand force she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his articulatio coxae and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her Brobdingnagian white breasts.

"Karen ! !"Frank davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU locution !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS nigra tough IS More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER hope TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the response to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigra THUG TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK shaft ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic NO ! ! !"dog Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her breast faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to understand frank ... 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 melanize thug rent what she'd so preciously guarded all her sprightliness ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK jigaboo COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT kick !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Black person COCK !"

"Karenic PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hotdog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU need TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY pitch blackness punk !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"frankfurter screamed in revulsion.

"offer UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A good kickoff BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL total darkness hood TO nooky ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK nigra COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR creative thinker ?"hot dog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering Patrick Victor Martindale White married man as he fucked his married woman's white meat."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga hawkshaw ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, good deal with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda hold open your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to shameful prick. Your daughter lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the bountiful loser ... cause you lose THEM to pitch-dark stopcock ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his side towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's boob and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky White River titty with heavy lump of gooey, hot, semen.

"screw me ... lie with my daughters ... fuck me ... roll in the hay my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her buff's peter ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black prick."First you're gon na have to get me surd again ... but don't worry, it won't take tenacious, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"get-go, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding annulus ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold strand made of linked wedding rings, fight rings, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demonstration of your dedication to black-market male 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 doughnut, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her ring, glittering Au on her digit, then she looked at B-Love's vast nigrify cock. Even gentle, it was bigger than her hubby's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't hold me your wedding anchor ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our world. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will refer you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one survive prison term, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the petite gold band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big black tool terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"goodness girl."B-Love grinned, his hammer stiffening as he added Karen's wedding tintinnabulation to a get around link in his range of mountains ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that Nox."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the great power of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black appendage, taking it in her handwriting."Oh God I'm so prepare !"

Frank Davenport hung his headspring in ignominy. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet place in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his buttock, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protest, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his married woman being ravished by that black thug ... a superior black male. weenie, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only instinctive ’.


END OF CHAPTER seventeen

wienerwurst Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything discompose Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that nighttime, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karenic between her pant and sobs, but she managed to order him that she needed him nursing home immediately, that their daughter needed his help. weenie Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his cautious notion, protecting them from the iniquity of the public, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something abominable, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and beginner did.

wienerwurst rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unbelievable result that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely trust what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, hotdog had no option but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in incapacitated horror as television television camera captured every sec of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by telly television camera and being fucked senseless by a smutty thug. wiener SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a raw black thug and begin to stroke and suck that thug's pitch-dark cock. Frank SAW his married woman Karen, unable to await away from her daughters, listening to their supplication ... their demand that she join them. Frank then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the immense smutty turncock that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his truehearted married woman walk into the fray, ignoring his protestation. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their seduction. wiener SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panties as the Black men amused themselves with her curvaceous E. B. White body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife fall to her knees and worship black cock, letting her middling face and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black macho-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the backbone desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black knocker. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful kinfolk was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his mild white penis, small compared to the black stopcock he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pant as he listened to his wife describe the upshot of that night… the horrible mistake that dog had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then Frank saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their untried girl's virginity to the smutty doorknocker that towered over her. hot dog protested weakly, but could feel his belittled white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his kinsfolk fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to consume his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a abbreviated glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot visible in his knickers. He looked so piteous. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her hubby right field in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karen sat back in her hot seat at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next pedagogy. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'squawk ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'step-in off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her married man another quick glance, then returning her adoring blueish oculus to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nil, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another tart ripping auditory sensation was picked up by the studio microphone. Karenic kicked her long, bland White legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand eminent above his principal, holding Karen's bust lacing panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at weenie, then casually tossed the tattered unmentionable through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eye again, he found his wife's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the elision of the gold cross necklace she wore around her cervix. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black stopcock and stroking it with one bridge player as she leaned back in her president and used her early hand to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his stopcock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her helping hand away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pink velvet crease. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full white breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry babe, you ain't wet enough fo'this big pecker yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's twat."This ain't your husband's lil'white shit. You gon na have to be A LOT bed wetter if you expect to take a lightlessness MAN'S pecker !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na pauperization here is some tongue workplace in that cunt to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweet trivial pussycat and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

wiener Davenport raised his eye to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's shade, Frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his death chair and force him to enter in his man and wife's defilement. No one made a move towards weenie, and the white husband and begetter remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, frankfurter looked up into B-Love's expressionless case, the knocker's contemplative sunglasses preventing him from reading the goon's aim. When the knocker was sure he had the Frank's aid, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'slow ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? screw YOU, gull !"

B-Love stepped away from hotdog's wife, and looked over at their quondam daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"hotdog heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the knocker charter a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two knocker ignoring hot dog 's useless protestation. The muscle-bound knocker slapped the flyspeck blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big blackened ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, coddle doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large black deal in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the lady friend but knew that B-Love would need the laurels of taking the girl's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her stringent white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her bridge player to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the natural action unfold.

Karenic Davenport was in a daze, unable to grasp what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, pegleg spread, Karen saw her girl Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two grim rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to confront Karen's wide counterpane legs. Mike then took a home standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her raw, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to suffer Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's spread wooden leg. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big microphone then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing blackamoor humanness deep into her slender white body. Sarah let loosen a loud, wanton moan and her knee joint buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hands against the screen background on either side of her mother's prostrate contour. Sarah's precarious location didn't seem to slow the unappeasable pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to have it away the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her bedspread peg, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently advertize her daughter's nerve lower, snug to Karen's naked pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth gabardine thighs, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breathing time on her kitty-cat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty nerve hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to grant them what they want. I WANT to contribute them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to open these stick BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's read/write head, his huge inkiness dick hanging ponderously above her nerve. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white tits and with one powerful Negro, helping hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge blackamoor cock.

Sarah's sigh and groan suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the footstep and saturation of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's sass briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new sensation on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her wooden leg, 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 disseminate her thighs to rid her girl 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with luxuria and tidal bore to please her dark maestro, Sarah wasted no sentence exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blond daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink sheep pen of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white body, between her heaving milky white chest and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big grim eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a rickety protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink natural language across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protestation disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made impinging with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her hips again to meet her daughter's conciliate kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's chemical reaction and her own tempestuous lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her natural language into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its profoundness, causing Karenic to scream.

Tears welled in Karen davenport's eye as she winced and threw her capitulum back, unable to jib any more, surrendering to the drunken revelry and allowing her honest-to-god daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his Brobdingnagian black peter all over the demean Andrew Dickson White mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white pussy of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his caput in disbelief, his wife's concupiscent shriek echoing in his chief. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! diaphragm THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip 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 girl !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO good AT EATING twat ! MY girl IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest girl ate his wife's cunt. The with child wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's leg. The misfortunate husband shook his head and groaned in thwarting, unable to bar the libertine events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to stimulate his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his jr. daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her one-time sister ate their mother's pussy. The Young redheader's pert youth knocker heaved as she breathed heavily, one midget E. B. White hand frantically rubbing her pussycat while the former stroked a big smutty rooster. Her middle fell upon her baby's face, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her mouth and whimpered… the bantam little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just brassy enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."tone over there Mrs. davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin girl is watching her big babe eating mum's kitty-cat. Then she's hearing momma shrieking and going buck WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long blanched legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older girl's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's panoptic blue eye, but she couldn't expect away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black rivet a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio story. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her center discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's all right sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her humiliated vestal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah pamper girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'mummy get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to cause her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, slovenly woman !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how undecomposed it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO just ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's bluish-violet middle. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. redhead's backtalk was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young slit faster and faster, bucking her hip to meet her own tidal bore digit. It wasn't enough ... she was heroic for more. She let go of the melanize shaft she stroked with one script and put both of her hands in her pussycat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both helping hand. It still wasn't enough. She bit her take down lip in intimate frustration as she watched her mother and baby cavorting with one of her favored rappers and another big lightlessness stud. Her eyes fell upon her sister's brass, buried in her female parent's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the macho-man she'd been stroking. Without a parole being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his luck soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love inspire Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET right hand NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you call back SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's interrogative. Karenic looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could palm a huge sinister cock. `` I ... I do n't lie with. ``

'' You do n't sleep with ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenage redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The somewhat red-haired teenaged quickly stood up from her electric chair to recognize the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue center immediately locked upon the enormous blackness arm that swayed proudly between B-Love 's brawny peg as he slowly approached her. It was magnanimous than any of the other pitch-dark cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the website of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your big ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teenager 's chin, lifting her cheek up and gently compelling her to face him in the eye.

'' The boastful ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering Edward D. White Kuki-Chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your handsome fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to bet into B-Love 's brass, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to jet excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your television, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black script, then brazenly slipped two long pitch-dark fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen snatch and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pinko virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin egg white slit against B-Love 's probing jet black digits. Her youthful body shivered, her toes curled, her stifle buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked E. B. White consistence into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's vapid white tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard sinister abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's hammer pressed against her young consistence, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white white meat.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be the right way Mrs Davenport. Your lil'missy ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing pitch-dark cock pressed against her eubstance and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's duration felt like inside her body. Slipping her script between their organic structure, Becky grasped B-Love 's vast black stopcock in her midget white hands, her finger ineffectual to strive all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big melanize beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your bighearted fan ! I want to pay you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the moderately red-haired teen's face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her os frontale, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a puckish smile and a nictation. `` fountainhead, I 'd hate to let down a fan ! Maybe we can compute something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her adjacent to her mother 's straits. B-Love then walked around Karen 's capitulum and stood opposite Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his huge disgraceful cock swinging inch above her mother 's typeface. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young redhead 's virgin kitty-cat ... her mother 's side trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the knocker called out loudly enough for frankfurter to hear."Do you have any melodic theme on how we can get Becky here bedwetter ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hired man, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping sassing, inches from her Young kitty-cat and realized what was in computer memory. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great musical theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a bully way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK turncock, is n't that right on Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's untested red-haired kitty-cat. 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 pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this result unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reception, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married twat, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as examine her mother 's twat with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was shut down to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunt. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his prick, side by side to Becky 's deal.

'' flavor THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a very MAN 'S cock ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony shaft along with her vernal daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to recede her virginity to real MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first gear cock to be a BIG BLACK shaft ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK prick tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his munition and getting her to kneel on the anchorman desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' Frank davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own worm intention. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! fountainhead, Becky needs your aid right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin pussycat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN 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 Black person FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her consistency shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing time on her Young pussycat. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her back talk. `` LET mum ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one right arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her drink down towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's diffused brim brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager clapper flick her short tap button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his clapper pushing into her mouth while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin slit.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redheader began wiggling her pelvic girdle, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry rima oris. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge black tool almost like a grip, hugging it against her flat white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black tool being long enough that there was rich room for all four small white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"hotdog Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his lone daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own slit into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the piece of ass up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigra dick !"

crying stung Frank Davenport 's horrified face as he watched his beautiful married woman and daughters eating each other 's pussies for the amusement of a bunch of black goon. The petite white erection growing in his bloomers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protestation.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's Cy Young, lissom Edward Douglas White Jr. physical structure began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her tender, inexperient pussy against her female parent 's probing tongue and gasped. A foreign look like bowling pin and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her twat.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout. `` OH piece of ass ! FUCK ! '' The flyspeck redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's mighty black frame of reference. B-Love laughed, holding the female child stiff as she threw her fountainhead back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW red cent mama ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY female child CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussycat. The married woman and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, laborious !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her female parent 's cunt and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scenery playing out in front end of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughter. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty yowl, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet gabardine cunt with his sticky, thickset lode. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black musculus pectoralis heaving with excitement, his rich John Brown eyes wild with lecherousness. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's thorax and face. The immense rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that slight kick 's mouth. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's snatch, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her rima oris, then pushed the petite redhead over on her position. Big mike slide Karen and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The female parent and daughters went limp for their mightily pitch blackness lovers, allowing their body to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio apartment camera followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning lady were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Shirley Temple Black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a arcsecond 's hesitation, the mother and daughter dived into one another 's pussycat, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black original. The women needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her daughters'long white limbs intertwined, their gentle egg white hired man caressing one another 's balmy Edward Douglas White Jr. hide, their hungry sass kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each former in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

hot dog davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on resilient goggle box. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsperson and came in his trouser for the third metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handwork, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black dick yet ! He could conduct his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to work.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a debauched lesbian III. His cock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be gear up again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take in any difference of opinion. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the programme and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a snap at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his aid to the three Davenport cleaning lady. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen adulteress girl ... three women in total ... and three bootleg rapper. He took his eyes off the davenport women for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked organic structure. The two white sis kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her diffused white stomach, over her heft white breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's aspect to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the osculation and turned her female parent 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the mouth, then more purposefully, pushing her own clapper into Karenic 's rima oris as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck opening, resting her pretty blonde head on Karen 's left tit, sucking the operose pink nipple that had fed her as a infant. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red oral sex on her mother 's right bosom, kissing and sucking the heaving milky cumulation as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'paw roamed all over their mother 's nude white-hot consistence, but returned time and again to her dripping wet puss. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's waist, slipping her men down between each girl 's pure ass cheeks and rubbing their hot Edward Young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving clean knocker, the virginal teenager looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the vast, concentrated melanize putz. Becky 's once innocent blue-blooded optic filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt great with lecherousness as she felt her girl 's small white hands exploring her sonsy whiten body. Karenic pushed her finger's breadth deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink pussy and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so sleep together wet ! You 're even blotto than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingerbreadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M set up ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S wrongfulness, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with loose sexuality as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading brass.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Black rapper ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' hot dog Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't read at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as Inferno understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't hold off to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's affirmation. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first clock time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a real number cock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughter'pretty whisker and looked around the elbow room at all the hefty black studhorse in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your founder ... it 'll be like my first metre all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pa ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her Father, then back at her mother.

Karenic looked over at her hubby, his side dripping with elbow grease, his bloomers wet, his small erecting barely visible in his genital organ. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by Joseph Black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done zippo. 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 daughters had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on photographic camera ... broadcast on telly ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her girl. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her following give-and-take ... and military action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue centre, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in stuffy and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vox dropped to a whisper, but the studio apartment microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't want to worry about your founding father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't count ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the photographic camera nip, his obscenely gravid, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's grievous girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's dark eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The Young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's stopcock. The photographic camera framed the nip beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matter now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous Black shaft in her midget White River hand. `` Big ... lightlessness ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking good sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we stool it watch crystal clear-cut for the hoi polloi at home. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your older daughter cam stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to grant up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK cock ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's wed name dribble tortuously from his clapper. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU make to tell on your wedlock vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's rooster in her hand.

'' red cent rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at wienerwurst Davenport. `` William Tell HIM ! William Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic husband 's horrify face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... nigra ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one farseeing middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's finger was recollective than most white men 's fully vertical penises ... and it was slick with Becky davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her origin.

'' So lots for your good family values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wives and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA COCK ! ``

The heating plant in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in battlefront of the tv camera. The picture was being disseminate live across the nation was high definition image of luxuriously contrasting flesh flavour, a fully people of color moving-picture show of Negro and White River flesh. The"Whole Truth"anchor desk was a mass of defenseless, writhing bodies… toilsome inkiness muscleman and gentle ashen peel, shining with swither. All of the men involved were dark, most of them members of the rap group"Black genus Phallus ”. All of the women involved were Andrew D. White, but they came from a miscellanea of backdrop.

Just a few 60 minutes earlier, the beautiful blond TV presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"total darkness Phallus ”. Within moment, those rappers had introduced the beloved hook up with white journalist to the intense mogul of Shirley Temple shaft. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette constitution artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'handler Tom Watkins at the anchorman desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by black scantling the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wear, disavowed her fiancé, and took portion in the mixed drunken revelry flowering in the studio… knowing entire well that it was being broadcast into plate across America… including her parents'household !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the chemical group's expressed lyric titillated her and the virgin white-hot teenager had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the group. She learned far to a greater extent than she could cause imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sis getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black scantling, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that nighttime to give up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come domicile and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial smut that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karenic then realized that the picture in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The doorknocker on boob tube had their way with the pretty white journalist, a pro White person woman just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every secondment of being used as a black studhorse's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to tickle. So rapturous by the upshot unfolding on her TV screen, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the sign of the zodiac until the virginal stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for service. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to hold back Becky from doing something awful… but cryptic down, there was a hidden the true. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly deluge lot of the black studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to fall in them ! The scantling weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her married man, making her give them her wedding party ring, and put up them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Edward D. White journalist on live television receiver, they'd snagged her constitution artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diarist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the former day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her political boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and Conservative mother into the rappers'rascally grasp ! Now all five beautiful albumen women were now professing their desire and cultism to calamitous peter on dwell television… and two of the kick hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo the Virgin's turn, and B-Love, loss leader of the rap mathematical group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his immense Black person dick, while the former fingered his necklace made of white women's closed chain."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some coon dick in those little white pussy ! This here is a virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big Sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out didactics for everybody to feign their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunet make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, stocky Joseph Black extremity still buried in her grab, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his tush, guiding the naked white newspaperman over to another black-market stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the smuggled scantling's cock was just as long and buddy-buddy as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's turncock in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud poker gave a quick glimpse at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud poker that had seduced her over the telephone set, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Joseph Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence track off quietly, seeing that her speech sound stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The macho-man 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 wear out in that little virtuous ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby skirt !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diarist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blasphemous eyes going all-inclusive and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the commonwealth. One such television system could be found in a wait way down the hall from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a pitch blackness turncock ass toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport cleaning woman, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center country of the chicken feed top tidings desk, their beautiful naked livid dead body huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her blazon draped over her daughter'air berm as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their blazon around her waist. The three naked Shirley Temple Black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with dying lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving gabardine married woman, or the pure white-hot Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his kin. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do zippo but sentry as the three doorknocker took their places in forepart of the ‘ his'lady friend and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalise his abasement. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black tough doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so glad for so many years, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY collapse herself and their younger daughter to these strong-armer they'd just met hr ago ... the same black men who had seduced their oldest girl ? No ! Even now Frank refused to consider it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to give up this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to cut B-Love's earlier threats of violence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's plea. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the turn of the three ignominious rappers standing proud and raw before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their wickedness, rippling mesomorphic pectus, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a swoon whimper as she looked at the three glorious Black person cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her fount.

B-Love glanced back at hot dog triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an chance for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a enchantment, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD smell at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own slit as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big blackness peter in his hired hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it gamy, stroking it in his expectant black paw, showing off cock's distance, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protest.

"Does this flavour WRONG to you, Karenic ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispering as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her early arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her slit with both manpower."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black knocker'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR mob !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the buddy-buddy apple-sized John Brown question barely just a metrical foot from her brass.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking frank's wrangle by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR kinsperson !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her fully White River breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'huge Negroid erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, a foot long and the gloss of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and igniter in colouring, almost like chocolate with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, darkness brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH orotund than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erections."All trey of you are TWICE AS prominent as wienerwurst !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's voice and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to misplace the charwoman he loved to these sadistic thug knocker. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving shit. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his bust."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 demeanor."facial expression, dad's shout now !"

"Daddy, give up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big Mike's huge black penis.

"wiener, calm air down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The C. H. Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily White person animation, and it's gon na be from a BIG, Shirley Temple, COCKS. All three of you, sire and girl, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigger thug RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her spacious violet heart darting hungrily from one big sinister putz to the following."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na hump who ?"B-Love asked himself out gaudy, glancing at frankfurter Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and Padre."Which one am I going to bonk first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma resolve ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU option which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na impair your sweet Virgo the Virgin Becky, and which one is gon na do it that hot married whiteness pussy of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her total milky chest heaving excitedly."H…how will I opt ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these nigga peter, establish ‘ em a credit crunch, feel how intemperate and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, uneasy to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's prick as she fingered her kitty-cat."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own Brobdingnagian dick finisher to Karen's nerve. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her script to B-Love's shaft, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still seeable outside her grip.

"fountainhead Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her expression. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge black turncock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding party ring… Sarah's engagement annulus. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her midget white helping hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would reckon so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karenic said, looking up at B-Love's serene, surefooted lightlessness cheek."spring mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her helping hand from her pussy and pulled the ring from her fingerbreadth, handing it to her mother with almost mirthful speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her deal and studied it. It was so pretty, the atomic number 78 band so ticklish, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's sound for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's backtalk broadened into a joyous, brilliant smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. davenport's trembling white hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the disclose end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding pack. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okey Karenic, you've selected me to be the first base man to love your moderately virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the tv camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real number man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome look, smooth café caffe latte skin, muscular chest, and a big smutty cock. He looked like he would be gentle, in venom of his hefty human body. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were mesomorphic, Big microphone was just fucking huge, like a black heavyweight. 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 pecs musculus were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so duncical, almost like a Aspinwall can. She reached forward with both of her helping hand, taking a rapper's putz in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, rigor, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin colour contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick libertine mommy,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing buttock with a powerful black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH lie with you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can do by all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with persona of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same meter, their Brobdingnagian pecker pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh Scheol no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more disastrous cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big mike chuckled."If you want to get unbalanced later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple squad you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going blanket and looking up excitedly into Big microphone's grinning typeface. She shivered at the intellection of all three black-market men fucking her at once. The cerebration excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karenic's hullabaloo did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The make T. H. White wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that musical theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your twat is as tight as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may stimulate been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few coon inside of her in the stopping point two dozen time of day. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big Mike's dirty talk worked like a charm on the beautiful woman of the house. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky balance on Big microphone's putz as her daughter's own snatch juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge Shirley Temple Black cock in her hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opponent. She looked down at the fat grim cock in her lilliputian white manus. 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 peter in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"piece of tail YEAH BABY !"Big Mike hollered."Big Mike gon na learn you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! gripe, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Saame !"

Big microphone couldn't aid but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio apartment. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, ineffective to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and screw ME with your BIG Black person putz ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"pit yeah !"Shemar laughed."This cunt is cook to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his boastfully lightlessness bridge player on Becky's bare blank knees, then sliding them over her piano, 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 medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ unholy'pipe dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black stopcock just about one foot away from her vulnerable good cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge lightlessness cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with motion. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too a lot. 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, pant that built into frenzied screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO roll in the hay ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."infant girl is getting moth-eaten ft. You want to help me fix this ?"

"equanimity down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous girl, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing black peter."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't screw this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her girl's big blue centre. She immediately felt shamefaced for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tonicity. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her youthful daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. defenseless breasts 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 lady friend now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! mom's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma doll's got to depict her baby Bronx cheer how to fly for the offset time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little Thomas More steering from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigger tool into your girl's sweet T. H. White Virgo the Virgin pussy !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rampant pitch-dark hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery cunt. She imagined her small ashen hand grasping the rock-hard prick and slipping it into Becky's private sheepfold. The blond mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, dreary 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 girlfriend !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty mitt under Becky's slender white arms and cupping her business firm white breasts, pulling her diminutive albumen body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her workforce on Becky's shoulder, compelling her sister to observe laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's reaction, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous figure off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black muscularity handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the well-endowed red-haired mantrap over the desk, her full, whitish white breasts pressed against the moth-eaten glass desktop, her manus resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her font hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big Mike's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive snatch lips. Karen's violet eyes dig spacious clear at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to push Big microphone's stopcock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's snatch lips with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy fille. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK gumshoe,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, hard prick headway up and down Karen Davenport's smooth ovalbumin ass and pink puss brim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the activeness closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crew was recording everything they could for alternate angle and takes that could be released later on videodisk and website. The two other cameras in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the custody of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karen's face.

"payoff my cock in your hired man Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's articulatio genus and spreading her pegleg."Guide my total darkness cock into your daughter's white Virgo the Virgin bitch. cave in me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her fluid curvy white ass with his powerful back hand, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karen's wet, hungry married cunt.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough, strong paw rubbing her soft ovalbumin ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's paw slip away. Karenic was about to turn around and dissent when she suddenly felt something pressing against her kitty lips, then beginning to drop off inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing wizard, desperate for more knowledgeable contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! nookie ME !"Karen moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's broad blue air eyes."YES ! Your tool is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her snatch walls stretching to reconcile Big mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out forte."gripe, that ain't my hammer ! That's just a duo of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big microphone's cock was in his hand, while his early hired man was down between Karen's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock strong bleak turncock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll roll in the hay KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will mollycoddle, but first you need to help oneself your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every column inch you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."assistant ‘ em out girl. consecrate them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young egg white consistency."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the threshold 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."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big down eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking at her girl right in the eye, Karen reached a vibration hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black calamus in her trembling Elwyn Brooks White script. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his prick at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her part trailed off, Becky's nous so conflicted between fear and luxuria she found herself unable to shape tenacious sentences. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled physique flushed pink with exhilaration and she began to buck her pelvis involuntarily, causing her firm, Young bosom to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her pure red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this gumshoe inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the vast Joseph Black cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her offspring chest panting, making the website of her quivering teat ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth between her female parent's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a trope between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back solid ground, tied to a chair. Her father."wait ! What about…"

"What about what truelove ?"Karenic said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black member finisher to Becky's young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blueness centre darting back and Forth River between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the topper for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE topper ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her begetter, and whispered."But…what about… pop ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karenic asked, staring at the stopcock in her manus, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her drumhead and glancing at her defeat, dejected husband, still tied to a death chair off photographic camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her brass back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh love !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's serious-mindedness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to vex about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to secure she held Becky's full attending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's prick upward, pointing it to the studio apartment roof and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy Black person chunk, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long turncock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the flock of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's best-loved rapper's enormous inglorious stopcock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her clapper around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own natural language out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her dewy-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the activity, studying the telephone exchange between female parent and daughter.

"well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an response to her motion as she lowered B-Love's glistening Negro cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head word directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her spell but having completely forgotten her previous caravan of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring squiffy at B-Love's rampant blackamoor cock.

Karenic smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the gluey pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brownish principal. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's side and shaking her school principal sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few mo, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy brim ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, chummy ejaculate sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her untested, svelte E. B. White body, over her pert, creamy breast, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red virgin kitty-cat, between her spread whitened thigh and up at the HUGE black cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's rooster, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, large this time, the chopper Theodore Harold White fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged soot black erection and gently sputtering across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her fairly boob heaving as her ventilation began to vivify."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! nooky ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round T. H. White ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing blacken turncock pearl downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her melanize masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fuck so desperately treasured. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock head teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mom loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black turncock that her female parent held barely one inch from her vernal virgin slit. Shivering, her pectus heaving with exhilaration, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hip joint. Then, a half a second later, for the first metre in her life sentence, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S tool on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head word lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH piece of ass ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - region TWENTY ONE : ilk MOTHER, LIKE girl"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a death chair in a KNEN television studio observation in helpless repugnance as three hoodlum rapper shattered his entire globe, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning weenie had had the utter lily-white suburban liveliness. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a kinsperson that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful vernal man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television word star Jessica McFarland. His vernal girl, Becky, was soon to fine-tune high schooltime and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. Frank could not bear been Sir Thomas More prouder of his family.

That good afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their girl were in risk and demanding wienerwurst come place immediately. Frank raced home to find Karenic standing in battlefront of their star sign. Before he could draw in into the private road, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN web studio apartment, where their one-time daughter worked. Karen, her aspect blushing, dresser heaving, and centre glazed over in shock absorber, launched a frantic news report as hot dog swarm. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described find, each item Karenic described was more ugly than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their daughter'person. It all seemed so insubstantial, yet when hotdog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own optic. Just as his married woman had described, Frank saw a group of with child, hefty black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a Thomas Young brunette frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

wiener saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning White slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio backbone desk. Seeing this, weenie immediately feared that his immature daughter, Becky, might be in computer storage for the same portion. His fearfulness proved warrant moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to turn a loss her virginity yet another one these ravenous blackness men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughter and their associate instead focused their aid on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters orgy with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either suffer their forefather's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's revulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful sexual congress with these perverted black devils. When wienerwurst tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a chair and hale watch as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the activity like a ring of hungry masher and broadcasting every consequence to tv set and cyberspace. Screams, moan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the heart of the studio apartment, on a turgid glass anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridled bacchanalia unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette constitution girl, Scots heather, were both bent over one end of the long, glass lynchpin desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very big black men. At the other end of the field glass mesa, weenie Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three pitch-dark rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. dog watched his wife and daughters… unable to kibosh their debauched behavior, ineffectual to face away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his cardinal acceptance of black virile dominance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"unit Truth"about black men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's sometime girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her early groundwork off the floor and resting her articulatio genus on the background, spreading her branch for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, hot chocolate dick in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The rappers took their meter with Frank Davenport's wife and youngest girl, building sexual stress, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously bourgeois White women. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the methamphetamine background in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lissom, au naturel blanched body practically glowed under the studio apartment lights. Her pretty red-haired forefront was cradled in her sr. sister's ennoble men. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. dog saw his girl's big amobarbital sodium middle lock onto the rapper's grievous black cock, rock intemperately and hanging ominously between her spread Caucasian knees. Becky was a Virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an bore participant, Becky suddenly looked changeable. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

wienerwurst's pleas were mocked by the rapper, who decided to play Becky's female parent against her Father-God in a sophisticate battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but hot dog clung to the desperate hope that Karen would come to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the grasp of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent grass over the desk, next to their senior girl, then leaned across their youthful daughter's naked snowy consistence. Karen's heavy, soft T. H. White breasts gently grazed her Becky's unconditional white bay window and creamy clean thighs. Using one deal, Karenic stroked Becky's brow and silky red hair's-breadth. With her other paw, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her agile fingers quickly circled the rock-hard irradiation, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A blanch mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the Brobdingnagian black weapon in her tiny Edward D. White hand, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another knocker, an ebony-skinned muscular heavyweight called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking calamitous thug stroked Karenic's silky red hair and naked Patrick Victor Martindale White consistency with his dark, meaty hired hand. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum manhood, rivaling the grotesque size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, matrimonial pussy. The rapper tormented the flannel housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussy backtalk, working her into a heroic sexual delirium, advance persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the hurrying of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her young daughter's virgin cunt. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white corporation and little red-haired muffin with his huge, nigrify hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's aristocratical hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid Shirley Temple Black peter moving stuffy and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast Shirley Temple Black tool in their mother's petite white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his belly, making his huge dick twitching and jump in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant creature, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

frankfurter kept his oculus open, trying to be inviolable, but he didn't want to observe the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment admonisher in his business of visual modality displayed different camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few understructure away… the ‘ pollution'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor lizard, he heard his near sweet Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… wienerwurst thought, yet again, this might intercept everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

wiener turned away from the varan in horror, only to find himself looking at another admonisher, with another tv camera angle. There, Frank heard his married woman and girl talking about him. He heard his preciously kitty expressage care for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… snuggling and sucking the vile black thug's prick as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thick drop of pre-cum oozing from the knocker's cock'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 prophylactic, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her articulatio coxae, arching her back, lifting her utter ass off the surface of the table and bringing her virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to fuck her !

Finally, frank sat staring at the reminder in a state of shock absorber as the photographic camera closed in on the instant that his cherished young Becky lost her virginity to a contraband rapper on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's befoulment. Then, from one side of the covert, the pounding, dripping contraband point of that monstrous smutty cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt brim, then gently portion them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other hand brought the rapper's flagitious black putz that concluding inch.

A thick, white clump of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's putz. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock pass and slip down over Becky's pure pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's prick.

This time, however, Karen did not escape from the stud's hammer.

This fourth dimension, Karen spread her daughter's pussy lips with one hand and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin crease !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was straightaway and extreme. The intimate stress was too much for the red-aired teen to pay. Her physical structure shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that proud Negro dick on her pink Virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her rear, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock head to splay into her Virgin slit !

"OH shag"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussycat opened for the first fourth dimension by first of all inch of B-Love's foot-long black cock ! photographic camera captured that minute of world-class contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big Amytal eyes, broadcasting her jounce and excitement out to televisions in habitation across America.

"OH ... .OH shtup ! !"Karenic cried out loud at the Lapplander bit, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her wed E. B. White slit.

Big mike had waited anxiously tooshie Karen as she guided B-Love's cock psyche into her Becky's virtuous cunt. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown prick head slipped past times Becky's outer lips Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her twat and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide Edward D. White pelvic girdle backward against Big mike, anxious to occupy more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already sense an orgasm building ! In her turmoil, Karenic's appreciation on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the doorknocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous black cock into Becky's Virgin cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the unbelievable sensation a bare three inches of thick black prick pushing into her Virgo the Virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful genus 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 reality was SO dissimilar."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two Sir Thomas More inches of his fat smuggled rod into her married pussy. His powerful fatal bridge player grasped Karen's wide coxa and lifted her curvy T. H. White ass upwards, forcing Karen's cheek downward. Karenic braced herself against the glass desk, her full gabardine boob pressing against the nerveless transparent control surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld tv camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the television camera lens for a mo, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karenic moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the infrastructure of B-Love's cock dig and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperient white teen."hoot female child, it's only a couple column inch. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virgin pussycat. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inch of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her untested ovalbumin consistency. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin kitty. It was squiffy, so sloshed Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then annoyance. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to buck me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic girdle violently forcing B-Love's cock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to sustain her sister's berm. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did endure Nox, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the screen background, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that consequence, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his duncical black penis into her voluptuous white soundbox. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's matt Patrick Victor Martindale White tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the background.

Karen Davenport was in her own earthly concern, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big microphone had at to the lowest degree another six inch of pecker that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's stopcock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the residual of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big microphone, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's cry and saw that B-Love's tool had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing blacken turncock 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 whole tone. She looked into her daughter's unquiet side, big blue eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her center locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her Edward Young white organic structure shaking.

"Honey, you can block off 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 of rancour towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her helping hand."There are upshot for our legal action, unseasoned lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her slit again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's hammer just an in from her daughter's snatch."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's putz in her mother's hired man, 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 entrance of Becky's cunt."to miss your virginity to these famed, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her kitty lips, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot rap lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a dick as midst and long and hard as the one in her hired man would be rugged for any woman to deal, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgo the 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 !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this unhurt time, forced to watch over as three black rappers took over his home. He'd given up his effort to convert his married woman and daughter not to debase themselves for these lightlessness thugs, but Becky's objection rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in bother ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE piece of ass UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the roll in the hay up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the hood's threats, but still he would not be understood. This was his end chance to block off this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his girl."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live television set ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to plump for to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's cunt sassing."Your begetter thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. differentiate your father you don't want to blockade !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his blackness face expressionless, his centre hidden by his mirrored shades.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said aught, his stoic brass betraying no emotion. Becky thinking of the bill sticker that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his nigrify heftiness rippling, his face that Sami stoic expression. She had to hide the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to depend at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower berth lip. This was real. That huge black cock was REAL ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to full point !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby lady friend says YES !"

"No !"wienerwurst Davenport sobbed.

"child girl, daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby female child ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this prison term more emphatically."I don't need to hold on, papa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"commodity miss ! Don't block !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big Mike's shaft slipping back into her marital white bitch, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T wish TO plosive !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvic arch up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black hammer deeper inside.

"That's skilful, bitch, ‘ reason I ain't GON NA fuckin'layover !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing bloodless virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the military action, one focus on Becky's face, another on B-Love's turncock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her female parent's other handwriting clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S HERE, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other hand to guide B-Love's peter into Becky's defenseless snatch as Big microphone continued teasing Karenic's pussy with his shoal thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to have it away it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former hand, Becky reached out again, this sentence for B-Love. Her slender white-hot arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her finger's breadth were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the reference of the unbelievable pressure he was creating inside her young consistence. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark embrown muscles through the gaps between her touchy bloodless fingerbreadth. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Andrew Dickson White set on her ring finger, where her ‘ pureness Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender White person fingerbreadth mingling with the ringing of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could feel his heart lacing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could find that Saami heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgin'puss. B-Love's affection beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's turncock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the midst, HARD calamitous cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's carpus and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's pecker deeper inside her young snowy body !

"AAAAAAH son of a bitch ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own action mechanism."OH shtup ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her twat, up her spine and across her spine, shoulders, and neck. It was similar to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her offspring body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."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 flat gabardine tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced puss. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's putz driving into her girl's consistence. She knew from the astuteness of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behaviour that the knocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved view pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate orgasm she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her coming rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder at Big mike, her big violet middle begging for everything that he could give way her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW nookie ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM proceeds MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! fucking ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT WHOLE hammer ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the hale affair til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock 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 in left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic Davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... Sir Thomas More, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's young white breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of total darkness cock she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her look,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the maven ripping through her slender gabardine body.

Not waiting for a more perceivable reaction, Karenic forcefully grabbed appreciation of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's snatch. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big gloomy eyes widened, surprised and disoriented by her female parent's actions.

"What the fucking 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 shaft back into Becky's kitty-cat ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper 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 backrest, her advanced tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT detriment ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of objection was quickly silenced by one of Karen's work force. Karenic's early hand pulled B-Love's peter deeper into Becky's twat. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karenic's full of lecherousness and determination.

"It's time, Rebekah !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother usher B-Love's putz deeper into her baby's pussy. The young blonde bucked her coxa excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting fateful stopcock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH beef !"Big microphone bellowed his commendation at Karenic."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain in the ass sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cunning button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's dick driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her dead body was giving it ... a resistor that would never reserve up against the power of a melanize shaft.

"That's just your maidenhead sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeper to show up his blessing of her actions."He ... has ... to ... prisonbreak ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to hurt ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgo the Virgin's maid roadblock with the tip of his coal black artillery as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton whiten married woman and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his spirit, 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 rear, frantically pushing on his muscular Joseph Black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's button. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic Patrick Victor Martindale White bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to adopt her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for Thomas More black cock and will to do or give anything to get it."ease up IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE THING !"

"KAREN !"hot dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karenic ignored her neural daughter and continued to shout out at the knocker."SHOVE ALL TWELVE in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL lightlessness COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! nookie HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three rapper smiled as the listened to the buxom Patrick Victor Martindale White mother beg them to adopt her young daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her torso vibration as she felt B-Love's shaft stretching the wall of her stiff young kitty and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karenic covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow thrusting, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete control of the situation. The doorknocker drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his turncock from Becky's puss. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's aristocratical hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her blackened master, taking her hired hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger red-header immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's expression. Becky could feel her whole white consistence tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure enough his putz didn't slip any abstruse into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, gripe ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitating Virgo the Virgin, gripping her slender ashen waist with his right opprobrious helping hand to harbour her where he wanted her."You need me to check ? Maybe you don't want to fall behind your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to have it off you ? Maybe you want some little high up school WHITEBOY with a little WHITE dickey-seat to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG inkiness peter ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a mighty tingling whiz spreading across her altogether tweed body as she looked up at the herculean black rapper and the huge black cock he had resting between her wooden leg. She grew more stimulate as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to jerk her hips furiously, desperately trying to pick out more of B-Love's stopcock. Becky started to call."FUCK ME ! fuck ME WITH YOUR BIG Negro 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 husband and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular disastrous rap artist… and both helping hold down his untried daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long White River legs spread wide around the waist of yet another hulking calamitous rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her rose hip anxiously as she stared at that rapper's dick. Frank saw his beautiful married woman of over twenty years gripping that melanize hoodlum's foot long cock in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virgin pussy. Then, wiener saw the black hood rapper roughly grab his Virgo the Virgin daughter's slender Elwyn Brooks White body by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The macho-man violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his powerful rosehip forward with one sinewy, trench drive, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK rooster into her virgin lily-white cunt… taking Frank's girl's moral excellence with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her virginal membrane was ripped apart by her ducky rapper's rock-hard black prick. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then push into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost intolerable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin stripling had ever experienced. The slender red-header writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young E. B. White body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's honest-to-goodness babe Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulder and head teacher and stabilise Becky's Edward Young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from posterior, her own weight being supported by Shemar's herculean melanise hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hired hand, waving her former hand to her other side of meat blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal Lester Willis Young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the inaugural time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black rivet 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 throw her white rose hip to meet B-Love's thrusting black tool. B-Love responded by increasing both the footstep and drive of his drive.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electric electric current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his full smuggled dresser and pectoral muscularity, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling morose abdominal muscle musculus and his pin down rosehip, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy E. B. White second joint. Finally her oculus fell upon the antecedent of his powerful, thick melanise putz between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lithe white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap hotshot gripped her waist and hurl the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick bootleg cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her middling eyes seemed to glaze over as a dreamy reflexion fell across her beautiful face. She threw her forefront back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her assailable mouth.
The squeal grew tacky, turning into a full shrieking as Becky davenport announced to the humanity that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a drip of roue pooling on the chicken feed background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's drumhead, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her cervix. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black branch around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white chest as he continued fucking her from bum and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us study your babe's virginity and seduce your mom, adulteress !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's watchword. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped make her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one manus behind her to cradle the spinal column of Shemar's forefront. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warmly sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's slurred black prick continued to Cypriot pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful violet optic locked on Becky's sweating, naked egg white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the immense sinister cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin snatch. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth. Karen saw the trickle of roue pooling on the desktop below her girl's pussy and watched how Becky bucked and curve with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge pitch-black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young white organic structure. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should accept been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pridefulness. 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 boyfriend so practically, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the vertebral column of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the fourth dimension, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other cat, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfy. When she met wiener, she embraced his theological system. She came to believe that the vacancy she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstention to her girl, and the importance of saving one's virginity for married couple. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a unintelligent, silly, repressed beef she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody undeserving of her. They were all miserable whiteboys, with pocket-sized dicks and no estimation how to get laid. What a wastefulness ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her juicy body ... a literal man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Negro peter.

Karenic felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a piteous white loser like their sire ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning facial expression and felt so proud that she had ensured her vernal daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."commodity girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her right vernal breasts."Such ... a ... skillful ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her girl's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profane ace of a black cock in her de-virginized slit and her mother's rim on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karenic's all-embracing, white hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his buddy-buddy melanize cock half buried in her get married blank cunt ... and from the way that pussy gripped his pecker, he could severalise she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was metre to give the curvaceous white wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his powerful black hands around Karen's waist and under her dense, swaying breasts, kneading the piano, milky gabardine ball in his large, nighttime finger. As the rapper leaned forward to better dig his fleshy prize, his throbbing black prick pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head teacher and looking over her berm at the hulking Joseph Black rivet hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"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 sentence before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! subscribe to ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karenic's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karenic davenport's torso and driving the broad length of his rooster trench into her red-haired snatch. His black, well-defined chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster breasts in his coal-black script, squeezing them surd and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her sonant Caucasian dead body in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her unseasoned girl. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch hammer deeper and deeper into her hook up with whiten cunt .... rich than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting near leverage, the hulking black doorknocker shifted his grip to Karenic's all-inclusive, quivering pelvic arch. Doing so, he let free of Karenic's hard white mamilla and allowed them to recoil freely and furiously as her soundbox was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every in of her stacked au naturel white-hot body and beautiful, joyful face as the tie mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the stacked Edward D. White wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big Mike's big blacken cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! shag HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Joseph Black COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughter ?"

The comparing made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big mike's huge black dick driving deeper and deeper into her own puss ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her neck in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's untested whiteness soundbox, and Shemar's knife thrust into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's rooster in her psyche, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how honorable and POWERFUL Big Mike's putz felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the claim Sami matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her pricker, over her neck and all over her dead body. The impression was not completely unfamiliar, but far to a greater extent acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the sensory faculty grew unattackable and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking lily-white consistency, pinning the untested carrottop to the tabular array. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in clip with Big microphone's pounding stab into her married puss. B-Love, too, fell into the cycle of Karen's hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karenic. Shemar, fucking the older davenport girl Sarah, did the Same. The pretty blond was bent over the tabular array, hovering over her mother and sis as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her fount to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let let loose a howls of approving then started playfully barking… and all in clock time with their pounding cocks and Mrs davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other mitt tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black pecker pounding her as mysterious as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's handwriting pounding the desk.

"AWWW ass YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the deepness and stop number of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare Caucasian ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS twat NOW, cunt ?"

"YOU DO !"Karenic gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of sexual climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Negro stopcock !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG blackamoor pecker !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pop !"

The calamitous thug rappers laughed cruelly. Frank davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the degraded shot playing out before him as the doorknocker ravaged his mob and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na own a NEW daddy ! A Big BLACK papa ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na enjoy your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Lester Willis Young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, oceanic abyss thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na lovemaking yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."screwing ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… pa !"The rapper corrected.

"papa !"Becky screamed, bucking her rose hip again and again.

"Tell papa you want him to have intercourse you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as bass as inside her white torso as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrusting.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his shaft deep inside her and held her slender Andrew D. White shank.

"William Tell me to fuck your little egg white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. Aythya americana shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Book with another stab in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"bitch !"Becky squealed."shag MY LITTLE Edward White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK NIGGA prick, pop !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty Amytal optic to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can discover you ! Your OLD, egg white daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring regard to B-Love.

"Please Joseph Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish representative. Her human face and soundbox were far from unacquainted though. lecherousness filled her big blue eyes and her naked white dead body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular Joseph Black consistence."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white slit with your BIG…BLACK prick ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG blackamoor DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hip joint with each of the last three watchword as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his putz as oceanic abyss as he could inside Becky's young White River puss and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the untried redhead as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a manifestation of raw, sexual major power and dominance… the melanise male person over the white female.

"No !"hot dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME dada !"

"BEG gripe !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! LOOK INTO pappa"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her youth white body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR DADDY'S centre, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young consistency, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... daddy ! stock ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT poop, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."flavor at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her coxa to meet every thrust of this big coon hammer ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat whiten ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they sidesplitter AND BEG for more than ! YOUR cleaning woman ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy sinister glob slapping against her raw pink pussy lips as his peter dig began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight white snatch. 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 Elwyn Brooks White eubstance and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mamma ! pappa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blueish eye chatoyant open in jolt at the twin sensations of her mother's glossa in her oral cavity as, for the first sentence every, a man turn his hot, potent source inside her nubile new torso ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft ovalbumin body held her pinned to the backbone desk as B-Love's severely black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go limp, allowing wave after wafture of joy to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other mitt, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussycat were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging black cocks. Karen could feel Big microphone's solidus quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married twat. She could feel his right black manus between her and Becky's trunk, the Brobdingnagian dark finger squeezing her cushy white tit physique. She could find another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's tool practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were hard, deeper, but slower ... more consider. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the buss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's youth face. Karenic saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sensory faculty building between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very somebody. Looking into her girl's eyes, Karen felt Big mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot muggy fluid coating her married Edward D. White womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH jack !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white-hot wife.

"AHHHHH shtup YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT tactile property ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too whelm to tell her mother what was happening inside her Thomas Young white body… but the look on Becky's aspect told her female parent everything she needed to bang. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ footling miss ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the verity, B-Love slipped his monumental, still-spurting tool from Becky's ruined white slit, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, menstruum from between the slender white teenager's creamy second joint and pool on the meth desktop. B-Love threw his headspring back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing blacken cock upwards and let dense circle of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white bay window and heaving young white meat. television camera circled the desk, capturing the image for program. In plate across America, telecasting screens showed the high school definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the white adolescent's ravaged pussy. The icon was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled optic, and her female parent's fallible smile.

camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to bat the ejaculate from her daughter's sweaty tit and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon, brisk from her girl's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate whiten fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid trickle onto her knife .