E & I EXCLUSIVE - voice ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT inkiness PHALLUS ...

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The computer screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A low caption appeared in the miserable left corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : black phallus / Label : E & I platter ”.

There is no music at first base, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The word-painting whites-out then refocuses on a route in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its goon. Finally, the car's locomotive engine splattering and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera slant cuts to the DoI of the car, showing a snowy syndicate. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful Stanford White wife sitting at his English. Sitting in the back nates, reading a college orientation leaflet, is their middling white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 participant. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her leaflet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her oculus. The married woman doesn't looking happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the strong-armer. predator circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his mitt from the heat. The daughter sees her founder shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school alum rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 instrumentalist, then at her prison cell phone. She picks up her cell earpiece and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the face seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the sound and sees"THE diversionist"on its screen door. She looks at the daughter, a bit horrify, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in social movement of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her question and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the telephone set and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The category now has all the car doors open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his crownwork and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white skeletal frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and devotee herself with a clip. The hood of the car is down now, and the girl is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in straw man of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a big calamitous mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy strong-growing rap beat, the Lapp one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the conniption. The Shirley Temple Black auto-mechanic is improbable and very muscular, wearing some liberate fitting blue jean and a tight tee. The daughter watches him take the air toward the category car and smiling. Daughter slowly rolls off the car punk as her Fatherhood and female parent get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The married man opens the hood and endeavor to examine the engine again, but the predominate black shop mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his stead in social movement of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her question, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily cloak body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet female parent, her blouse still unfastened revealing her inner segmentation of her ample breast and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her berm at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own monotonic midriff. The automobile mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The photographic camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny short, over her flat tan belly, her business firm sweaty tit, pouting lips, and ice down eyes. The stud makes eye liaison with the lady friend, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the grease monkey is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a twosome of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the words are faintly heard. The sound quality on the video is pathetic, but words can be made out :

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

The automobile mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his brawny dim weapon system, he pulls his shirt over his fountainhead, revealing his dark, muscular torso, rippling with muscles. Mom's big dispirited centre widen. girl licks her sassing, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his paw, the grease monkey takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the grease monkey's air pocket and sees the couple of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to lock his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin shine in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the windlass. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hooking comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic walk of life back over to the car and looks at the crotchet. He looks back up at the married woman and daughter who are watching him with wide middle and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his bang. With one Swift motion, he yanks the bang from his bloomers and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The married man leap in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the tv camera angle changes to picture the black car-mechanic in the foreground facing away from the tv camera and toward the married woman and daughter who are standing in the backdrop looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his swath off, his loose-fitting pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, rag dropped… obviously seeing the auto-mechanic's peter. The tv camera returns to the premature camera angle within a second, and the shop mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The language continue :

"When yo'locomotive engine's overheated
‘ campaign you been mistreated
YA'birdsong THE tow car"

The grease monkey flexure down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purpose of the music TV. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the route, then motions for the crime syndicate to link up him in the motortruck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the motortruck first. She crawls over the workbench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round of drinks ass a little push up into the ass. future, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to look at care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and mount up into the driver's seat, but as his massive total darkness frame squeezes into the cab, it is manifest 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 avert an inappropriate position, the hubby motility for the wife to sit in his lap and make elbow room for the girl. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too tardy. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad white meat mere inches from the mechanic's wide black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, blackamoor body. The mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to force back as the white teenager squirm and giggles in his lap. The lyric poem continue :

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

The married man and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the Joseph Black mechanic's lap. The mechanic motility his head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's school principal so that he can repel. The girl continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulder joint. The mechanic glimpse downward, getting a chick's eye view of the teenage girl's ample white segmentation. The mechanic seems to induce trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the hand truck's side of meat mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the hand truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The machinist sneers briefly, then looks at the white stripling in his lap and the pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White wife sitting next to him. A grin slowly spreads across his brass. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the Pteridium aquilinum. The young woman in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The shop mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to draw up herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might pass off if his daughter is left alone in the motortruck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange fidgety expression, the husband glances again at the automobile mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the married woman smiles at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, amplify breath and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his blank space on the truck's bench seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make way for their daughter to get out of the shop mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's number one wood's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to run to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and girl in the expectant rear window of the truck cab. A worried facial expression spook across the husband's face as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the grease monkey's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very approximative drive in the towed family car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issuing. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench can is saying something to the shop mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the auto-mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his married woman's face shows distress and reverence ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's tending. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the heart and soul of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the number one wood's lap. Suddenly, the hand truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his buttocks, his specs falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her weapon system. 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 hindquarters on the far side of the hand truck's cab. The married man is about to breathe a suspiration of rilievo until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep open her spine. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's tail window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of sight. The husband looks at his girl, a strange wicked smiling is on her grimace. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband watch, confused as his married woman shakes her drumhead and their girl continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and bearer her hand down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm blue"just before their daughter pushes her heading down, below the butt window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to veer violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the motortruck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and moving ridge at her father. She then book her hands up, palms facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her female parent is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front end of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite infer and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's drumhead pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her sassing. Their girl shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the dim automobile mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Fatherhood briefly glimpses her plain white ass and realizes that she has shed her drawers and panty ! The Padre watches, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front end of the device driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the motor 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 lead !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to block up. He sees his moderately white wife looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale risque optic wide of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the strawman of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the promising desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white hand, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one end time, blowing him a kiss with one deal and wafture goodbye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a replacement. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a secure stop as he watches the tow truck campaign off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The picture ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 number and the motto ..."call off the WRECKER !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower nook of the blind :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

Two high-pitched school seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such near attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the electronic computer sieve. She was the more ingenuous of the two missy. Like her best protagonist Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was marvellous, slender, with longsighted red fuzz, alluring green eyes, and a get down sprinkling of lentigo across the span 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 missy's butt in one quick shot, I'd hardly shout out it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some spiritual prude with religious prude parents !"

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very spiritual. Becky's Padre was a very buttoned-down man who attended church building meetings twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her former sister Sarah had been raised with materialistic Christian time value. They were not to habilitate provocatively, use repellent oral communication, savor ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ gaga child'of the mob. Her parents had deep concern about the fact that Becky had done matter like worn mid-riff denudation round top to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did virtually of the other elevation worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost track of prison term. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no lilliputian feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity ring, a symbol of her hope to her house that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one state of nature streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in euphony. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ surreptitious'rap radical called"blackamoor Phallus ”. The song were well, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the birdcall on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black penis"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's reckoner prevented her from making any downloads from those placement. Black Phallus CD's seemed unacceptable to obtain in local music depot, 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 Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyric poem were shocking at first base, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and rhythm made her want to dance. What she didn't credit to her singular Quaker was that the vocal were stirring inviolable itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that materialistic Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to take heed to a Black member birdcall to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to try their medicine and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music videos that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. smell, it's a legitimatize video, I got it from their website. It's the outset 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 unanimous running game off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

"wilderness huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you wonder if the rumour are true ..."

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

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

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

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

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What audience ?"Becky asked.

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

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her middle."So Black phallus is going to come along 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 say me !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and talk about their medicine being so democratic in the night club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're queasy to go on television for a ‘ lively no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the ease of the world what lightlessness Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their site says the audience will be endure and uncensored, and there's some kind of especial on-demand pay-per-view kind of great deal. There's supposed to be some sort of streaming video thing on their web site, 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 course credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to admission a tv set audience with a rap mathematical group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black penis is planning to picture some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just reckon, if you thought this"Wrecker"video was explicit, just ideate what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how practically robust the blackness Phallus music telecasting could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her thinker began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Black person genus Phallus might shit their music video recording. The thought of seeing titillating view unfolding while their medicine played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her cheek turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of saturnalia and sex parties that the rapper supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio apartment, or on the film set of their music telecasting, or onstage at concerts in social movement of crowd guild. They were just silly stories, neither missy completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my seat that Night, sleep over and catch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP whirl ? What do you suppose ?"

Becky smiled at her compass ally."I ... I think I should name my sister !"

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

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In the two eld since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected youthful women in American idiot box journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest score of anybody in the mass communication theory field of battle, and immediately found use with a cable's length news network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment pressman"she would be an on-air personality ! In the true, the job probably should have gone to somebody with Thomas More experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless bloodless skin colour, dazzling smile, and big disconsolate optic. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde fuzz that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the Lapplander time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'nerve, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 physical body, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement intelligence theme. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a yr of her first appearance on television set, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before foresightful, her motion-picture show graced the back of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offering for molding and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were plus, but Jessica didn't want to act or pose, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful image, and began to set a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing architect case in dark colour. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the spiritualist, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty fount who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in malice of the fact that her presence had increased the meshing's military rank ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could occupy the various clay sculpture and advertising fling that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract came up for refilling at the end of one twelvemonth, Jessica tried to negociate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial fame. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Cy Young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could renounce, and seek greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her world was fickle and had a short-term memory. With her married man Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so conclusion to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar bargain as the Host of a news program program for their new entertainment-oriented news meshing. In plus to a hefty new remuneration, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full-of-the-moon staff at her disposition. What's more, becoming the main anchorman of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to propose report estimation, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment physique. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the web would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject area because the whole meshwork was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was piffling endangerment in taking the job. The meshing was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no cosmic string attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, billy club, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could distinguish that this web, unlike her flow employer, would grant her the kickshaw her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshwork that made her famous, and took the fling from KNEN, business leader mesh Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly flush and mighty mesh. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the tidings media… minority and youth markets. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined serious current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented stave to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that bleak male person seemed to comprise the legal age of the chief executive director stave. Jessica was happy to be working for such a imperfect network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean leaping H2O in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite high. The lonesome thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex liveliness. Strangely, in the twelvemonth they'd been working at KNEN, nightstick seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled piddle in his office, but unlike his married woman, he-goat was not glad at KNEN. start 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 ‘ wanton'since his usage was basically a bakshis to his wife. Then there were his fellow worker. he-goat hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many total darkness ! billy had always thought of lightlessness as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to comfort himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate task to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working recent nights, doing the piece of work that he was ineffectual to delegate, yet responsible for to see done.

he-goat wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all bootleg men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. he-goat felt completely helpless, short, and exhausted. To make subject worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to need sex almost every night, and Billy's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been able to make love to his youthful, sexy wife Sir Thomas More than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the entirely thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every Nox confused and saddened by her husband's sudden deficiency of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as very much as she loved Billy, and as bore as she was for their sex aliveness to return to normal, she didn't have clock time to find out what the problem was. There were other subject on her intellect. Namely, her upcoming consultation with the controversial rap group,"Negroid genus Phallus ”.

"Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on goggle box because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose words created images of extreme violence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple Black member's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the mathematical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their video recording had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable's length medicine net, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that trouncing, Black Phallus refused to appropriate any channel to air their picture unless they were uncensored. The medicine telecasting channels refused to air the videos without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the former Black Phallus telecasting were never aired. They didn't even make their picture useable 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 controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the mathematical group had managed to become very popular in clandestine circles, and beginning to suffer an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine publisher, idiot box syllabus, and news mesh remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet cypher could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the out of the question. Black person Phallus agreed to an scoop interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after calendar week of extended, secret negotiations with KNEN executive director. The negotiation were so secret that even after hebdomad of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an sole audience. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three mean solar day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her initiative, best chance to show that she could be a truly provocative diary keeper, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this chance was, Jessica felt incredibly spooky about the interview. Aside from this being her first Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very piddling time to do any enquiry on the group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of bother tracking down a copy of the group's CD and video recording, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record recording label, factor X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the grant and agreements that KNEN had been forced to ready, before the controversial group would harmonise to be interviewed. The meshwork wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio apartment execution, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the radical had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime time'evening to"black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the consultation. In accession to this, the grouping demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any form on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the chemical group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that often of the normal KNEN studio crowd would not be exhibit. What was More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political sight, the grouping insisted on extra security measuring rod, including security ascendency of the studio apartment for penis of their own security squad. Finally, the group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain engagement, due to their mingy schedule. This last stipulation had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three daylight to prepare for her audience. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable length news network, KNEN was in a position to fulfill the radical's requirement. The major sticking point the mesh had supposedly had was the censorship offspring. To forfend any possible FCC obscenity violations and issues, the meshing had suggested the estimation of the pay-per-view consultation with a ‘ possible explicit subject matter'warning that the content may be of a"computer graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under XVIII years of age, and some early viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members surgical incision of KNEN's site, and black penis's site, with the same obscenity word of advice. Of track everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial chemical group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap radical to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the quash FCC fine, they risked trillion of dollars worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the single consultation would be worth the risk involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the functionary news report of how the deal was reached.

The truth was that both Black genus Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same governing body, Solomon Billie Jean King's Ebony & Ivory enterprise, Inc. To help obliterate this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the lone audience that Joseph Black member would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business organization, all with one major agendum, the intimate authorization of nigrify men over whitened women. For the near part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance sinister men's flesh and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncorrectable sexual stimulation in cleaning woman, and induce impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy club's water. This was touchstone operational routine. Over the old age E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual cleaning lady and even whole businesses, and then use them to acquire interracial pornography or other fabric to advance E & I's order of business. For certificate determination, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a termination, E & I business sector operated with M of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The exclusively connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted police lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate welfare.

inkiness phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial report. The plan was that the angry young black Male and ill-affected white youths that listened to rap music would listen this subject matter over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every tidings of it. Black Male would turn more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounters with gabardine char. whiteness male would begin to see fatal males as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penis. White girls who heard the euphony would get to see Edward Douglas White Jr. Male as ugly and black Male as the most worthy sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchor of the fixings X label. The chemical group was comprised of chemically enhanced sinister men, function of E & I, who also happened to be talented performer. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the intimate power of sinister men, and subverting blank male sexuality. The ism that the group advocated was that lightlessness men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, dark males had the right to bang and engender any cleaning lady, every woman, they wanted… even married adult female, and especially egg white char. What easily way to examine their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American language icon on television ? So it was that lightlessness Phallus's first exclusive consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its champion reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss 's spread office door ; `` I have those unedited transcript of the"Negro Phallus"CD and euphony video recording you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her Young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of documents on the left field of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document mess. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal helper. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with foresightful dark-blonde tomentum that she usually wore tied back with a gravid bow or palm. She dressed conservatively, wearing shadow color, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might make behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a bent for anticipating Jessica 's need. They had formed a stopping point, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first gens terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very firm to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a bottom and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her phone conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her adorable young assistant.

"I just wanted to let you know,"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 destiny in your problems with the computer ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her help moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny story to heed to her. Sarah was a spiritual young lady and never swore. She never used the master's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got tempestuous, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, moans, and oink of frustration.

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

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

'' I 'm good-for-nothing Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't intend to be difficult ... it 's just ... that grouping. They have a reputation ... I'm a little worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's bridge player. `` You know that this is a very significant putsch for our meshing. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a dauntless grimace, winkle them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a clustering of shock note value ballyhoo and persona anyway. It 's O.K., honestly, it will be fine. '' It was tardily for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire written matter until recently in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an audience is as big news as this one is, we have to hold sacrifices to get the first crack at the level. The group had only had a couple of even free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two sidereal day !"

The storey about Black Phallus's limited availableness was a confection made up by E & I. The genuine cause that Jessica was being limited to two day of inquiry clock time was a protection caution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon King wanted to take a crap sure there was minuscule or no chance for her to find a connecter between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other Nox and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that Night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that soil ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferred music mathematical group ! She actually wanted to contact these disgusting thugs and get their John Hancock !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the touchy dialogue around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. security measure is going to be extra tight when these guy are here, and the group will hold their own security as well."

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

"It's probably for the best you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that chemical group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include tweed 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 inquiry I've done so far negotiation about how denotative their music is, and there are rumour that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black person Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the solid broadcast will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature subject matter disclaimer and a helping hand fully of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The web warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the mesh is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about luridness. An uncensored television broadcast would give these guy wire the perfect opportunity to present a very seeable stunt. The gaffer assured me that I won't be in any real risk, so they asked me to encounter along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about Black Phallus's special handiness, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover narrative. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored programme. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would allow them to air sexually explicit medicine television, give up of FCC intervention. Of course, it would reserve them to circularize any sexually explicit content ... not just from the music television, but also anything that might transpire in the intelligence studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any finely they levied would easily be paid by television sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a trench breath. The Truth was, she was a little disturbed, but was forcing herself to remain cool off."But I'm a professional diary keeper, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first base IN-DEPTH consultation with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An audience with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't occupy, I'm KNEN's champion reporter, the meshing is not about to let me come to any impairment ! ``

'' 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 small sister are favorable that you're so dear at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's fingerbreadth. `` Oh ! I is that your engagement ring ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, glad to change the subject from those unspeakable black knocker to her Holocene epoch mesh."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the anchor ring to my fingerbreadth !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the hoop. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a sandbag house heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 circle was etched and inlaid with a finespun atomic number 79 pattern. This fragile pattern had been the reason of the ring 's drawn-out adjustment alteration. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinsfolk ?"

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

'' He must screw you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so glad for her helper. It was so nice to see a sweet missy so in making love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very felicitous together !"

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

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

Recently the natural sexual itch that she'd so easily suppressed since her teenage years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was nervous to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself favorable that he'd had to go on a business sector trip to European Economic Community for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her espouse day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's leaving two months ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every night 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 difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently haunt thought of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to keep up them sometimes, these are my feeling. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her foreman, furrowing her eyebrow in confusion."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too deep 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 ‘ problems ’. No affair how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young secretary !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to pass over her injudiciousness."nothing ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a small long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the matter she had barely closed. billy's impotency had become a beginning of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take up that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the doorway, but briefly turned back to her helper."Sarah, I know you're touch about those guys from Onyx phonograph record coming tonight. Don't trouble about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! answer any motion they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. O.K. ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite fill up, working together in their few month and foresighted hours at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to anchor a news platform, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a keen marriage…

Of course ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to Billy's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her vestal assistant, 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 minor office, neighboring to Jessica's, running diagnostic programme on her electronic computer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her estimator when there was a smash at her door.

Sarah opened the door to find two very large, very sinewy, very black gentlemen towering in movement of her. One wore a Black person suit, the other was wearing a silky bleak shirt and baggy bloomers turnout, almost like pyjama. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't service but feel both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, productive, warm up, deep brown brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny White bridge player in his giant black laurel wreath. Firmly, he held her hired hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the mob. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glass. 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 manus. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her thenar with his inviolable fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement pack ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her hired man away, and was afraid to verbalize to the giant star man holding her deal. She just looked at him ... looking at her gang ... The three were mute for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a prickling in her groin ... the same one she'd felt the Nox Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the finish few hebdomad. The Saame ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to realise sure as shooting everything you have is compatible with Black phallus's demand, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

"Certainly…"Sarah croaked."I'm sure you'll find everything you need here. If not, I'll be glad to try and 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 lower lip gently ... Her heart were glued to the blank black lens of the eye on the blank shell opprobrious fount of the s man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the indorsement man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a large patch of gear that I need you to assist me test tonight. It could aim much of the nighttime, but I trust I can count on your dispatch co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective crystalline lens of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate albumen feature film framed and overwhelmed by his masculine disastrous lineament."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to aid you in any way that I can."

"Of track you do !"The man said, placing his turgid black helping hand on either side of Sarah's soft white typeface. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to prompt backwards into her business office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That threshold was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Negro member"videos behind. She picked up the box with the video and was walking past Sarah's office staff threshold, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young supporter moaning and curse word, coming from interior. Jessica shook her capitulum and smiled at her helper's obstinate streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having trouble with her computing device and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hi, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded fussy, and Jessica didn't want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that good afternoon. She'd come in too close-fitting to talking about her hubby's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't service it. It had been months since the two of them were sexual, and researching Joseph Black genus Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague terminus seemed to make water her longsighted for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in calendar month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable futurity. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't recite her anything. damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't funfair. billy goat was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thinking of her marriage out of her head and started to hitchhike through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the door close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another wow of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's government agency !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's doorway, she would give birth been shocked by the peck. The government agency was a mess. newspaper had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much worry throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in piece of music on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked raft of smutty and snowy luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Good Shepherd fucking Jesus of Nazareth ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monolithic Black person cock pushing mysterious and deeper into her recently vestal white pussy. She would have got been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

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

Sarah's naked white body was crumpled over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his raise bootleg hammer between Sarah's wide-cut, easygoing, Stanford White breasts. He pushed her tits together around his duncical pitch-black shaft, using her soft white bod to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen disastrous cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the shades ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black hands on her diminutive white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting in after inch of his massive black hammer into the pretty white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her belief. Her body was a synagogue. Her virginity was a giving to be given only to the man she would marry ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her beliefs for the four class that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black rivet she'd met only 60 minutes later that day ... letting them use her body as a toy for their amusement. It felt so decent ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR fucking GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... FUCK ME ... nooky ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'doings that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to appreciate in the last few 60 minutes ...

"squat THIS BITCH IS piece of tail TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the sunglass said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

"I ..."Sarah gasped between driving force ..."told ... you ... I ... was ... a ... Virgo !"

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blackness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING right wing NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

"Four ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating Edward D. White slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the shameful demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the melanise in the sunglasses increased the stride of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... age !"she gasped.

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

As the inkiness laughed at their own caper question, Sarah davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four yr to move over herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four age to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four hour !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the opprobrious nookie her pussy ordered.

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

"LOUDER beef !"the melanise piece of ass her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that diddlysquat ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unnamed black scantling fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the beginning thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her moderately bloodless nerve. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless studhorse's rooster shooting its hot, strong semen into her no-longer pair of virginals gabardine pussy.

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

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

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some protagonist to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some More of that sugariness White person pussy. You might want to clean this room up a piffling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two melanise macho-man threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the bedlam of her position. She saw a pic of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sis's smiling grimace. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the lightlessness penis rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP whirl to the studio 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 night, they didn't want anything to put on the line disrupting the architectural plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new booster'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sis into the studio that Night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.

Sarah picked up her earphone, laying on the floor with the receiving system off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect clitoris, and punched in a earpiece number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to result a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to justify. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a here and now. Sarah didn't want to just derive right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a affair of hours."I met with some congresswoman from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about Negroid Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was awry about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too pissed for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make surely you see this consultation so I'm going to e-mail you my recognition card routine so that you can lodge it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do right for her baby. She wanted to get her some black pecker."Becky ... make trusted you keep your telephone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been household for 2 60 minutes, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on planet, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got home plate before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take vantage of the time alone by trying to get his peter up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hr, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some meshwork television. He was still watching it when Jessica got plate. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a footling strip tease for him, slowly taking off her commercial enterprise garb and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his shaft a gruntle squeeze. easygoing and wilted.

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

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

"It's approve honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a occasional shirt and mire, then left the chamber. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex lifetime and marriage, she could cultivate on her consultation question and research. Jessica went to her home post, powered up her data processor and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over dubiousness again and again, thinking of indorse and tertiary lines of questioning. She thought of different means of phrasing her enquiry, in causa she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the medicine videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as sound she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could cut the those data track and view their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ skank ’. It was skinny to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into estimator and plugged in a dyad of headphone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take eminence on the lyric poem. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd translate some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a transcript of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music television. Every single Sung dynasty on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described elaborate acts of sex. More specifically, the vocal were all about inkiness men having sex with White person cleaning woman, all kinds of white women ; younger, onetime, I, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even to a greater extent shocked when she read the CD's line drive notes. The group contended that all of the Song on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the level told in some of the songs, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This first Song dynasty was called"Size DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your noblewoman know it's confessedly, sizing DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of pitch-black men and abnormally enceinte penis. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"amends"was about a bootleg chronicle project in a college class, where white scholar had to become ‘ striver'for dark educatee for two calendar week. The tweed female students end up becoming sex slave for pitch blackness men, while the white male scholar were forced to keep an eye on. At low gear, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and anti-Semite, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about subspecies relation and the fright that many whites have of integrating with the Shirley Temple community of interests. Maybe these rapper weren't just talentless shock-happy hood ?

As Jessica continued listening to the unconscionable chronicle the songs told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to raise on her. Many of more the Song seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the Song dynasty must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ true floor'claims were just section of the act, made to bring forth controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the Joseph Black neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice veneration that Edward White people have of sustenance in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High school that has to adjust to an influx of African-American scholar when an inner metropolis shoal closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of educatee to teachers will be thrown out of counterbalance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly Patrick Victor Martindale White school. The song goes on to key out how the contraband male seniors seduce all the white daughter and the hot egg white teachers. Jessica again saw this vocal as an exploitation of racist fear and social gossip on whiteness flight from the internal city.

"Big party boss Man"told the floor of a white man vying for a promotional material. He invites his blackness boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy snowy wife, he tells the couple that he'll give her married man the forwarding, if she lets him bonk her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant fatal man fucks the blank married woman on the dinner mesa, not bothering to eat any of the food for thought or clear the table first. The next week, the knob gives the forwarding to another black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to bang ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to stop affirmative action.

"Spirit joint"was about a white-hot college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory orgy for the Shirley Temple basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'twirl at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the match schooltime's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in in high spirits school and college. Jessica was unsure what the Song dynasty was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't avail but smile at the idea of the dull jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The operose freshwater bass regular recurrence were strong and coursed through her body, making her need to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.

Jessica let the stabilize, relentless rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been capable to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a lilliputian aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm method of birth control of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid spirit the song began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the future Sung was featured as one of her medicine videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile '', the next track, was an even more humorous Sung than the previous ones. Using medicine sampling from the old sappy love life Sung,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the storey about a man witnessing the giving birth of 'his'first-class honours degree baby. When the baby is born, its calamitous, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

"beloved John"was about a white girl writing a break-up varsity letter to her high-school sweet ticker ... explaining that she's discovered Black MEN at college !

"Hot Elwyn Brooks White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young tweed wife"to cause a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black devotee !

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

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college missy who is furious that her parents'married couple is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The blackamoor man moves into the sign and has to assert his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her Father-God for him.

"Man Of The theatre"told the tale of a black vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's Twin Falls daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The lastly track was the title caterpillar tread,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music telecasting, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual superiority and potency, from the Angle of ‘ natural selection ’. Shirley Temple Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ instinctive'right wing to cover any charwoman they wanted. The song contended that bass down, every fair sex knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially Edward Douglas White Jr. women. Every woman, even married charwoman, 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 utmost track, Jessica was sweating, and her total soundbox was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being uninfluenced, the sexually explicit lyric of"blackness Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billystick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the doorway to her agency and went to her chamber. truncheon was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back binge. She needed expiation, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her drumhead was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one running that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music telecasting into her data processor. Not wanting to wake billy goat, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the TV. Within seconds, the clayey pounding of the bass part coursed through her body, again igniting a blast that no cold-blooded shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blueish eyes locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of torso 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 seemed to be a series of vignettes about St. Bridget ditching their stableman on their wedding day, so they could be with fatal men. The video opened with chimes playing Erich Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening panorama showed the rappers standing on a point like to those one would see in a strip guild, make out with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained methamphetamine ‘ walls ’, evocative of church window. The dancers were all young livid women, wearing assorted skimpy kit evocative of a spousal theme. All the fille were slight, with good chest and long, sheeny hair. Each girl wore a espousal veil of some sort, white high-heels, and some skimpy white intimate apparel. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and step-in. Another girl, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third miss, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong step-in, with a supporter belted ammunition and fishnet stockings. The other young woman in the screen background were similarly attired.

The girlfriend danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those shot in strip cabaret. Jessica noted that the perch were painted a copious, dark reddish brown brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refined brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the chorus ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue heart directly into the camera and sang the lyric poem `` I Do ... I Do black Men, And Only Negroid Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyric poem. But as the Sung dynasty continued, it became apparent that this picture, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyric came from the female person chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Negroid Men '' !

The CRT screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her hostler, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the St. Brigid as the terpsichorean that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the tv camera dead reckoning showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the proficient man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The Saint Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the doorknocker 's look. The scantling runs his natural language over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her goldbrick nervously with her nosegay.

The scene modification to the sunny outside of the church building as the St. Bridget and groom emerge to a shower of Elmer Leopold Rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding ceremony guests. They rush to the limo, where the stableman gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large black helping hand reaches out, and closes the threshold. The groom and the marriage ceremony guests stand, stunned, on the church building whole step, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a polarity that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close-fitting up of B-Love rapping while riding in the book binding. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Bridget on her knees, between B-Love 's bare calamitous legs. She is apparently giving him viva sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde twist and veil bound gently with her motion. Her head bobsleigh are timed perfectly with the euphony 's beat.

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A shake went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant contempt of the insane asylum and spirituality of spousal relationship. Instead, the boldness of the telecasting excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action at law on the screen, and the steady pulse of the freshwater bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the concealment, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one deal under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her mole.

The refrain began again, and the panorama shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This sentence it ended on a airless up different professional dancer, the redhead. Like the blond, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This time, the setting is a large and expensive looking response student residence. It 's a different wedding, with a dissimilar groom, and this time the Bride is the redhead. We see the Saint Brigid and bridegroom in the reception melodic phrase, greeting their Guest. A large fateful man comes up to the Saint Bridget and grin seductively, taking her hired hand and caressing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his enceinte black hired man over her white-satin-clad titty. Her center widen in jolt momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The hostler stands, staring, shocked at this demeanor. He puts his hand on his wife's shoulder and endeavour to perpetrate her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the fateful man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guest stare in shock, the pitch-dark stud picks up the Saint Bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his panoptic articulatio humeri and a petite, tan blonde maid of honor catches it. The young lady holds the fragrancy and a flavor around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her deal, and leads her out of the room behind the Saint Bride and her smutty stud ! The bouquet falls to the flooring, and the vista cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another St. Brigid, mouthing the lyric `` I Do Shirley Temple Men, And Only pitch blackness Men ''.

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

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This sketch shows this pretty white Saint Bridget dancing with her groom. A black scantling walks up behind the groom, staring at the moderately St. Bride lustfully. The stud poker, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Brigid's centre, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the St. Bridget. The hostler seems to object at first, but the Saint Bridget smiles at the macho-man, and gently pushes the hostler away. The black stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glimpse down ... we see the dark scantling smile ... There is another cut, this sentence to a all-embracing shot of the dance floor, good of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance story. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a nigh up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful St. Brigid, pinned against the wall, her huge Patrick Victor Martindale White doll hitched up around her shank, while the black stud stab against her mercilessly ... all in clip with the rhythm of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clock time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the total cam stroke of passion, so enraptured with the video that she was barely cognizant of her own existence… let alone mindful of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her fount was bang, as she writhed in her chairman, frantically rubbing her cunt while watching the action unfold. Her quick white fingerbreadth probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink pussycat, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the medicine. It was a miracle her center even managed to stay clear and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the adjacent vignette played ... and the side by side ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the Saami ... a beautiful white bride ditches her Andrew D. White bridegroom for some dark stud.

We see a flannel Bridget and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Saint Brigid a pungency of patty. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the Bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's digit. Then she holds up a piece of bar for the stableboy. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his typeface. While the stableboy is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the ignominious server whisks the Brigid and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the Negroid kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The dead reckoning track to the Bride's expensive lily-white wearing apparel fabrication in a atomic pile on the foul kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's provision tabular array. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of Theodore Harold White cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several pair of large pitch-dark hands smear more cake frosting all over her milklike Patrick Victor Martindale White skin. The television camera circles the board as a with child, half-naked Negroid men surround the writhing white St. Bridget and begin licking the frosting off her nude body. The camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a Joseph Black man's bald head ! She rests her white hand, with its shining nuptials hoop, on the opprobrious man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the feast table with her groom. The bridegroom is talking to his C. H. Best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new St. Bride. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the Bridget on the shoulder joint and voicelessness in her ear. The bride's optic widen, and she smiles. Without saying a discussion to her married man, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and number to the Brigid's housemaid who led her to the elbow room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye striking. He waves for her to follow back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows various agile cold shoulder of hands ( ignominious men's paw and E. B. White women's hands ) ripping the white nightdress from the Saint Bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Brigid adjusting her humeral veil in front of a mirror. The threshold of her dressing elbow room opens. She turns to see a handsome shameful janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty-bellied. Seeing the Saint Bridget sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely lily-white young woman. An enormous protrusion rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the St. Bridget's optic widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding political party in the front of the church building, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the St. Bride's female parent, pass to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to let on her beautiful flannel girl on her knee joint ( back to the tv camera ) kneeling in front of a Joseph Black man in her wax espousal scrubs ! The female parent stares for a instant, before another bootleg man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and scuff her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the doorway of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiling ... The groom holds up a finger's breadth, indicating they should hold off, and that he wants to look at a shower first. The bride wry face, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a whang at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The Saint Bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The tv camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her downhearted lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The next injection was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the ostler coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the guidance of the television camera, and his jaw free fall. The camera pulls back ... now we see the ostler in the background. In the foreground, on either side of meat of the cover, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the Joseph Black man rises from between the lady friend 's ramification, blocking our prospect of the stableman. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action at law below his waist, but he is naked his sinewy smuggled trunk shines with elbow grease. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the piece, he continues thrusting, in clip with the euphony 's beat. The St. Bride's lily Edward White hands run up over his bureau, and around his berm and neck as he dives back into action, out of the photographic camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted outdoors, as she shot up from her death chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a discombobulate, and shocked husband. billystick stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's situation, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen door of her computer, and back again. The reflexion on his face perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed stableboy in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

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

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

'' sister, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her married man to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't imply for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't operate it ... Besides, it's not a big hand ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was Billy 's entire problem. The black men at work were treating him like Irish bull ... now he found his wife masturbating to the images of muscular blacken men and white women in a euphony video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god hoot nigger ! '' 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 raging. This was a face of he-goat that she really did n't like.

'' I 'll tell you what 's gotten into me, '' billy goat cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my married woman is watching videos and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned nigga ! ``

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

As soon as the words left Jessica 's lip, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too previous. Billy 's eyes widened with anger ... or reverence ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full actualization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her last input 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 computing device monitor. The picture had ended. She had no idea what the finale view was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the scrap with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the following day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping accommodation with her husband, no question they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort out things out with baton, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office staff. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a feeding bottle of water system before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the sofa.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her tired psyche. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been inner with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't babble to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal aliveness after the next night 's consultation with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The bridegroom stood at the communion table ...

The Saint Brigid stood in her dressing room, adjusting her velum in the large standing mirror ...

The smuggled man stepped into the material body of her rumination. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large ebony deal on the Brigid 's berm.

The ostler stood at the altar, the euphony stopped.

The invitee'head teacher turned too picket the St. Brigid 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two heavy black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded ovalbumin corset to shreds. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

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

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

The Edgar Albert Guest turn to each other, there are murmurs of confusion.

The Saint Brigid watches as the blackness man 's mitt move over her breast pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the font of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her entire white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd amend take a cold shower and get to make and gear up for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the exhibitor, she made for sure to crank the cold-blooded water up gamy. For some reason her peel felt like it was on flack. It wasn't nuisance, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tenseness. This was the same intimate tenseness that had been building up through weeks and workweek of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to jack off the old evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to cry at Billy…and render her that atrocious nightmare. How could she jerk off while watching that television ? How could she stargaze about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her backwash up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt trip was in full geartrain. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to pioneer lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible words kept coming back to haunt her. How could she make said those dread things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convince she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her fault. He must stimulate felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her Recent success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the coldness body of water cascaded over her perfect Andrew Dickson White body, Jessica planned her eve. After the consultation, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would founder billy a squeamish massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and loosen, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To make certainly it would n't fail, she 'd come out off by giving him oral sex. oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her mouth to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest intimate apparel. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and truncheon got home, she could shed her clothing in good order in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie memory board, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of ignominious satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, G-string panties, a tally garter belt ammunition, and a pair of blackened thigh-high hosiery stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her uncut mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair skin colour beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round of drinks white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high total darkness hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a doll. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat total darkness skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the eve's interview and then to dinner at a gracious eating place afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billystick was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should receive said those terrible things ! ''

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

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

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

'' You do ? '' Billy was surprised. How did she figure out what the trouble was ?

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' billystick felt his line of descent starting signal to boil.

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

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to consultation those hood tonight in the studio ... and ... Well, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something rum. ``

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

'' I do n't cogitate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a flexible whole tone, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... zip grievous, but something you might not care. The network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might feature 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 moral funding. ``

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the awful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to render her his love and funding.

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

'' Perfect ? '' billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you think of ? ''

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

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio apartment, she had a fast meeting with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background information on the group, and introduce each of the euphony videos before conducting the interview with Black genus Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the previous evening she hadn't been able to watch out all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would consecrate her the opportunity to prepare more question. The lone existent problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, piddle, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like well-nigh of the gang, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed risky. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed commove and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discourse with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in 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 hone war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the former day ! Had the poor miss not catch some Z's ? When they had a few minute, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young Quaker and assistant.

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

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

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

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

"Before a studio apartment session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew in force than that. Everybody had to work at one hundred ten percent on program days.

"fountainhead, I was helping Black genus Phallus test their equipment for tonight, commemorate ?"Sarah smiled debile"We were getting busy most of the night ... I mean ... busy about of the Nox, getting thing ready !"

"Oh, of row, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boy from engineering science 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, matter went well then ?"Jessica asked.

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never suffer believed her conservative, demure young helper would feature been capable to look past the surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Negroid Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The approximation that Sarah had gained any regard for that sort of grouping made Jessica More than a little odd."How ? I mean ..."

"well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take aim a recollective time to explain and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in lay down up, then they're going to take to set up the ignitor, so you'd full get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's terminal comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and force a brisk water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to blot out something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the secret, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was right, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the consultation. The truth would have to wait until another day.

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Within the minute, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engine driver busied themselves around her. After Joseph Black Phallus's lighting druthers had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to scoop light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio brightness level, Jessica couldn't help but experience like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after nursing bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the piddle that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense intimate arousal in fair sex, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant's strange behavior,"it seems warmer 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 Black Phallus, you know, one of the precondition they had about doing you…your show ... the show, was that they wanted the studio surroundings to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water bottle."I can realise firing and auditory sensation, and even tv camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black genus Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that last Nox. They like to shoot complete ascendance of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her centre and took a mysterious breathing place as she fanned herself with her note bill of fare."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this hotness. How lots longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottleful of water.

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

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

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

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

"commodity, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go be tonight with nothing to show the public !"

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

"Is constitution 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 sweat and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't consider our looker are going to mind a shiny human face !"Jessica shot her helper a puzzled looking. 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 strangle a laugh.

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

Jessica's anxious get-up-and-go and unnumerable bottles of pee resulted in a much needed bathroom break. She returned from her break minutes before the programme, and the latent hostility of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left wing. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a resilient web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the existence ! Then there was the theory of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take reward of the uncensored audience segment to arrange some sort of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the net would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a sentience of restiveness that Jessica knew that the unharmed stave of"The whole Truth"intelligence computer program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up little girl spilled a nursing bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with simple moment to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a opprobrious crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up nursing bottle. funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set conductor quickly summoned closet to bring another sports coat for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her inglorious top by the busy hands of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly abash since the black sport jacket that Jessica had worn that even was a closed jacket crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not careworn one ! Jessica's sexy Negro"Hidden wardrobe"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all heart in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a secondment. This was a rattling issue that she did not call for to go through right before an interview.

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

The closet girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sports coat, while the make up girl finished her job. The cleaning lady worked briskly and busily around Jessica's grimace and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognisant that the shuffling up missy was smearing some admittance understructure across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a instant, the shuffle up fille and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The managing 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 ! The jacket was a brilliant royal stag blue semblance, with a black arrest, but no lapels. There was also a black formula going up the side, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass soma. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The couturier crownwork would hold looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the crown exposed a generous sum of money of the interior dowery of Jessica's whitish Caucasian breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's eye ! The press girlfriend had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could witness !

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

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


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Backstage, in the Green elbow room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the mansion house from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news program to get down. The way was sybaritic ... with easygoing lighting, robust furnishings, and a fully stocked gratis snack and salute bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the way were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One bulwark featured a integral plasm HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, billy goat was highly agitated.

He'd arrived lately, been hassled by security department downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sat, the Sat afternoon security crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some mordant cabaret. In any shell, these guys insisted on scanning he-goat's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly opprobrious officers shrugged, handing he-goat his lineup,"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 safeguard swiped the batting order through the reader again… looked at his computer sieve and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

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

The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his way. truncheon couldn't assist but back away in fear of the elephantine, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guard duty took twenty minutes to ‘ avow truncheon's identity'with the security federal agency. They didn't hassle apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black guards, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to bear them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the termination that truncheon expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

billy club was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."kick, A fine fair sex like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... truncheon choked on his fad as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the hall. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time nightstick got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio security measure, another brace of Joseph Black bodybuilder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the display to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on television !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP straits to visit the studio that dark and actually forgather the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not reserve to for Becky to even take heed to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Thomas More of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not yield. Becky's protagonist Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch out the consultation on Laura's computer with some of their friend, but Becky's ridiculously bourgeois parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a school day nighttime ! Lauren promised to DVR the audience for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to receive a voice-mail on her cubicle phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could rescript the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the entirely house ... and the big TV in the aliveness room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare social function that Becky's overprotective parents left her rest home alone. Her Church Father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with blackamoor phallus, her favorite music mathematical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young Melanerpes erythrocephalus's small Edward White helping hand were trembling with so much fervour and taking into custody that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view divine service. A feel of prickly heat tingled through the Edward Douglas White Jr. teen's back and berm as she registered her baby's credit card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the bread and butter elbow room couch, all alone in her sign, watching the idiot box intently, as the opening titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the screen and the curriculum she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the dark's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the varan. The inner half of each of her full, milklike white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call lady friend, so some kind of porno-film rendering of herself. She tried to neglect her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The unit Truth'about ‘ Black penis ’, America's well-nigh controversial, and most popular, hole-and-corner rap radical. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct net gross sales. Their music is heard in nighttime order and teen'room across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the word scrolling up the teleprompter covert. The heat of the studio lights on her bare pectus was a constant quantity admonisher of how much of her segmentation was on video display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her coat of arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio set, or tv, and banned from some record book stores'shelves ! The reason for this is because some in the governance and the media title that the radical is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their television have never been seen on television because of the sexual capacity and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network official have gone so far as to label the picture as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor lizard. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her blazonry failed to shroud the cleavage that her cap was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her blazonry around attempting to observe a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to demonstrate off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more master position and read the teleprompter at the same time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political doctrine about popular theme and social value. In short, they make the age-old call of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial stuff is artistically excuse exemption of formula. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'birdcall that are given radio receiver and video recording play and ask why they are singled out for charge. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the white-hot establishment. They say that there are some in White America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewing audience will read just what Shirley Temple Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The jumpiness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in presence of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack authority, it would be bad for her goggle box introduction and calamitous for her consultation. She abandoned her try to feel a more demure television camera slant and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racialist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar pornographer ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing audience tonight ! But first off, we're going to show you the telecasting that the music video canal won't. All this, and more, after a brief breach, for our sponsors."

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

Jessica caught a glance of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a minuscule ... and her whitish white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottleful of water system under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial message break. What the Scheol were they making his Jessica clothing ? Her breast were almost completely exposed by the crown she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a thing ?

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

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

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

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

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to brush aside the sinking flavour in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the brief shift, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottleful of ice-cold body of water under Jessica's desk.

visual perception her help, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my agency. I can't continue a plan looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the absurd quantity of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't aid but discover the unusually queasy behavior her normally calm 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 assistant,"You've got some buttons out of topographic point. The upper three are washed-up, and the mediate one is out of sync with the clit holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative Danton True Young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual total 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 sure everything is all right ?"Jessica asked quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the missy so clever ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to marvel for very long, because the manager's part boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... BACK IN FIVE, foursome, 3, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, dysphemistic. These are the words that music television network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music video recording created by the medicine group"black Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast goggle box. The decisiveness has resulted in preventing all of those music telecasting from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to concentrate on the teleprompter and brush aside the range of a function of herself on the studio monitor. Her thorax was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to strike with hidrosis. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are capable to give these video recording, in their integrality. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see this night will be shown in its entirety. a good deal of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered unsavory. After these TV are aired tonight, stop tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists creditworthy, and hear what they have to say about their music, their video recording, and their strange philosophy about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's intellect briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these unconscionable black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket crown that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyric poem about white cleaning lady. What ugly gossip might they make about her body if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The start euphony video that"The whole verity"will evince you tonight care total darkness Phallus's panorama on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally necessary to emphasize the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"affected ethnical values ”. Critics claim that the medicine video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally tenacious interruption at this degree, her mind vagabondage to the prototype she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her husband's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents Joseph Black penis's"Caucasian Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit Bible on air !

"E. B. White Wedding, Blacked Brigid !"Jessica tried to preserve a master demeanour, but couldn't help but shiver as the song's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingling ... one she'd felt the former even when she'd seen the video.

The video provender cut to the opening of the music television, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this TV she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to chance here ... she couldn't take into account people to think that Black Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that respective pairs of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor filmdom as the telecasting played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a pee bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to distract her from the picture playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the piss, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black form of Tom Watkins ... manager of Negro genus Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and phase lightness are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young woman's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky framework of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her manus over Tom powerful chest of drawers, and under his crownwork."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hired hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock surd hump in his trousers.

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

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to go away the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the push button of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her wide-cut, steadfastly breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's subdued white pelt was covered with zit ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large Negro hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her replete house breasts, and hard mamilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activity ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the primer, face to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black tool, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly scent ... a perfume laced with the EI enhanced X blood 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 zip, and freed his monstrous 12 in disgraceful stopcock. Taking it quickly in both her petite white hired man, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this drivel on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a tale about them. Don't they realize the sort of publicity this will bring forth for these ... deviant ?"This is sick ! Who would delight this shit ?"

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

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy egg white brides and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black member"telecasting were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was foul. The idea of a wife cheating on her married man was wicked. But this picture didn't layover there ... this video recording showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their nuptials day and giving themselves to black men instead !

deep down Becky knew that she should notice the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redheaded woodpecker dropped a bridge player to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her bridge player up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white tummy, never taking her optic from the action.

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By the sentence the TV ended, Jessica McFarland's heart were glued to the monitor nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to cut the video, but its pull was just too firm. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a inviolable upshot on her as it had the late night.

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

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

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

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

He shuddered to retrieve how the next telecasting could be worse ... nightstick was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for for this filth would be sitting column inch from his beautiful, healthy married woman in a matter of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the succeeding two videos they were going to register ... TV that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her vex. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the first one had done ? She was also worried about the consultation ... could she outride professional ?

Jessica's caravan of thought was rudely interrupted by her war paint fille's smiling brass and meddling hands."Pardon me Mrs McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a lilliputian shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's side with pee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the lady friend lowered the flabby drag to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the legal action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the quiet masculine voices of the stagehand and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty young physical composition girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Scots heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the untested make-up girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can encounter her."the make-up girl responded, rushing off set as the manager's voice boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"book binding IN FIVE, FOUR, leash, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The mortification of infidelity, and inherited evidence of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the subject of the adjacent"Black member"video. Again, we need to cue you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. witness discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black genus Phallus's television,"Nigga in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"black phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing 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 turn publicly aroused by the video's subject. But no thing how much she may experience wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the proctor in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video recording yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's stars and producers in the next contribution of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the TV started. While as rock oil as the previous video, this song and telecasting seemed geared towards sense of humor. At least ... at world-class ...

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The video opens with a scene in a hospital legal transfer elbow room. We hear the strains of the corny erotic love song"Your having my infant ”. We see a Andrew Dickson White yuppie hubby with a video camera, taping his wife in the saving way, as she's about to establish nascence. In spite of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the Doctor,"I see the oral sex !"

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

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

A phone byte begins to play ... a rich narrator booms"felicitation, you are the begetter of a proud baby…"

"nigger IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into view, revealing a Negroid baby boy !

Your wife gave parentage to her sister boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His skin 's a piddling too dark to be considered Caucasian,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


The rap goes on to tell the story of how it happened… there is a serial publication of ‘ flashback setting ’. The rapper sing about how married man shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at study.

There is a scene of hubby leaving for study in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a fresh, innocent, Marcia Brady case. She stands in the threshold of their cover girl suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a manner of speaking hand truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Brown University computer software can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular black studs from"Joseph Black genus Phallus ”, walks up to the menage with a bombastic box. His muscular tissue flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline level, indicating that the wife needs to signal for delivery. As she leans down to sign up the reception, her robe falls overt slightly, revealing her unflawed cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the obstetrical delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown oculus. Before the wife can dissent, the bleak delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the menage, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed presence door of the house. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, grim paperboy in his deep teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The shot gash 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 watch glass frame. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful physique shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful shape shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful establishment bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the married woman's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief close-fitting up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The photographic camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white legs wrapped around his shank. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the activity on his cell phone."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too fine to be alone
so what you married woman gon'do
When she sees a slap-up Big Black… MAN ?

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

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

The next shot we see is another shooting of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the doorway in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, total darkness paperboy rides up the planetary house's strawman sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to mitt it to the wife, but drops it before she can take it in her deal. 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 earphone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's jibe of her and the manner of speaking man.
She looks up at his case, shaking her head. He continues smile, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's release of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a injection of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a slam of the front doorway slamming. Cut to the interior of the home. The fateful stud tie-up in the entryway of the house, facing the camera. The married woman is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up paper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude painting organic structure to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all 4, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black stripling fucks her ass. Again, the slam is arranged so that minuscule actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for workplace once again ... with wifey viewpoint in the doorway in her robe. married man 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 married man drives away, the milkman walks up the private road with a crate of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the heavyweight black knocker from"Black phallus ”. The married woman smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk bottleful from the crateful, licking her lips hungrily. The smuggled milk man stares at her mouth and smile. The Milk River man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The threshold shot behind them.

We see a legal brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of Milk running over a muscular lightlessness breast ... and the beautiful Edward D. White wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera slam ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see married man pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the social movement porch. Quick cut to the interior of the sign's battlefront room access, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the doorway being opened to reveal a large, Negro, pizza rescue man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, and the unfastened pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the saving 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 back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in straw man of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smile, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's headway backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our prospect is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare articulatio humeri and moaning face past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting gesture over the top right hand corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white dork,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some sinister cock,
in that married E. B. White cunt,
we 're gon na earn your wife groan !

As the euphony's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the tweed wife letting more and more black men into her dwelling house to fuck her.

The following shot is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connection under the bathroom cesspool. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quickly cut shows the door being opened to a inglorious plumber, then a prompt shot a flooded lavatory base. The john is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the inkiness plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next prospect shows a orotund, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the tweed distich's home, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door clear, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The pocket billiards man follows wifey through the sign, watching her perfective white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding deoxyephedrine threshold in the kitchen, and opens the threshold, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the inkiness pool man looks around, and the camera shot goes blanket to show that there is no pool in the book binding thousand ! The black man raises an supercilium in mental confusion, before a widely grin banquet across his face. He then turns around to see the white married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her chest. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to flow down. We see a dig of the lawn, her bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the aspect alteration yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security organization keypad by the door. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent alarm clock ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a fast edit to a security measures hand truck pulling up in the driveway. Two burly black security officers walk up to the house and open the door. They find the wife standing in the front hallway, wearing black unitard, Shirley Temple leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a sham surprised look and then puts her bridge player up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The black certificate officers smile at each other, lick in the ‘ all clear'code into the security measure computer keyboard, and slam the room access behind them. From outside the house, the photographic camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the wife falls to her human knee ( out of shot ) in figurehead of the guards. The chorus echoes and the scene changes again.

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

Now it's too former
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine inkiness baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the house. Two boastfully, muscular black gardeners get out of the motortruck and take the air up to the front door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a oeuvre order, with the Good Book"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grin, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very succeeding slam holds on the bedside tabular array again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm system clock and a recently used lady's tike and can of shaving pick. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a shameful man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his side as she leans backwards into the guessing ... before arcsecond pair of pitch-dark hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The TV closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her fiddling black infant. Then she looks up and sees a hefty black orderly. She puts a manus up in her married man's facial expression, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and paseo over to the inkiness orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodby to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

married man is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black baby. A middling blonde nurse in a sexy White River uniform approach path them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell doorway and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably plastered, sexy, and in figure just two daytime after giving birth ( it is a music TV after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown open in the back and the black hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head word. She walks through the doorway, shedding her suck's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pair of virginals teen was barely cognisant of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"TV repeatedly cheat on her hubby with one big opprobrious stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white breasts. Becky watched the television intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and muscle that was exposed on concealment. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to suppress her sexual urge easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boy and their physical structure ... of what they could do together. In spitefulness of these powerful itch, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the boys at school. Of course of instruction, none of the son in Becky's school looked like the monolithic studs in these telecasting. Becky wondered how farseeing her buttoned-down note value would hold out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous youthful wife in the telecasting ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own untried breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other script down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"nigger In The Woodpile"TV ended, the bunch in the studio apartment could barely moderate their laugh long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial faulting.

Jessica was incertain what to score of the scene. She found the video sad and offensive ... yet funny at the same clock time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The make-up young woman said, putting her puff away.

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

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a forefront ... workweek of increasing hotness ... hebdomad without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the premature evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the interview ... the flood out heat of the studio lights ... these erotic videos she was having to acquaint ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull up some variety of publicity stunt !

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

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

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

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The video opens with no music. We see a disgraceful 747 flying through the sky. On its derriere we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe that appears to be a stylized image of an erect black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot light flying the planer, with a white-male copilot. A boastfully black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a mysterious booming voice. It's Big microphone from total darkness Phallus.

The sexy original act and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous protrusion running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her oculus widen ... she licks her mouth hungrily."well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this foresighted flight of stairs !"

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

The sexy White River pilot film smile."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine blanched handwriting picking up the radio microphone."Attention madam and valet de chambre"speak a pair of beautiful pinkish sassing into a priapic black microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black penis Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the police chief still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her melanize tie from her collar with her liberal hand. She throws the tie to the story and begins working at the buttons of her pristine Caucasian blouse. The camera pulls back boost to evidence Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, hefty mordant body.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a duad of hours, but I do want to warn you that we might be in store for a roughly ride ahead ..."the captain comments, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your prat to the reclining stead, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The master is at a release for intelligence as she sees Big mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her handwriting.

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

The concealment fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive pulse. The video now flashes with a series of three alternate slam of the carpenter's plane's inside. All of the guess are from the same angle, with the Saame camera, but are lit differently, and depict different scenes within the sheet's fuselage.
One shot depicts the airplane's home lit normally, good of passengers on the flight. Another injection shows the three phallus of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the euphony. A third shot depicts the airplane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning twinkling outside the windows. Each flashgun of lightning reveals glimpses of au naturel Caucasian and disastrous limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three versions of the plane's home shooting flash back and Forth as the music presentation sport.

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

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the story of an airplane flying. We see the first-class cabin where there are a act of attractive passenger. There are many white charwoman and black men, and a few white men. We see a white guy sleeping in his buns ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to expose that the seat is bouncing so much because a young whitened woman with red hair's-breadth is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his can along with the medicine. She realizes what he is upset about smiling, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your char cry out loud.
Black engines scream and the Elwyn Brooks White little girl pick !"

The camera settles on a young flannel couple, necking in their tail end. We can see that the pair is married since the television camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The married woman coup d'oeil at the can, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and manner of walking to the bathroom in the front of the plane. She looks over her shoulder joint and flash at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few stern forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planing machine are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand groundwork ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Elwyn Brooks White girls'angelic sweet ! UNGH !"

Cut to the married man looking up and down the aisle to make sure enough nonentity else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two whole tone, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned lazuline stewardess uniform with a minuscule hat, ascot, and white baseball glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his seat to his seat and item at a safety augury that has just lit up. It says"turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The hostess restoration to her stern at the front of the plane as the bedevil whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black rider. B-Love makes eye touch with the White person husband, glance at the can threshold, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the john !

hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his bum, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the hostess. This produces the desired effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and period to the"Turbulence Ahead"mansion. B-Love just smiles and take a whole tone forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walking into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's heart widen ...

The disastrous grabs the stewardess's wrist, holding her script to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the lavatory door. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a fling. The white married woman peek around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a mirror image of her bare white back and ass. The wife's center widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The married woman starts to shut the door, but the blackamoor studhorse suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows correctly behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the black he-man and the air hostess noisily entering the can together. There are a lot of confused and touch on expression and voicelessness exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior injection of the planer ... the human body of the word-painting is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the aeroplane, the framing still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the Sturm und Drang ... as are the resident of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash excision ’, a series of continuous tense shots that have been intercut with other progressive crack ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a endorsement of each snap at a clip. The shots are accompanied by the birdsong's chorus. Between each wrinkle of rap, we here sexy Edward D. White female person voices cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do grass !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white pussy is a black-cock-pit, where WE take ascendance and we fly that squawk !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black sheet In a Big blue Sky ... Big Black hammer In Your Hot Theodore Harold White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET blackness COCK ! FLY ME child, FLY ME ! !
The last language is accompanied by the hollering of a airplane locomotive engine flying,

Each shot is an uttermost close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, crocked frame, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the Edward D. White wife's mouth, biting her own down in the mouth lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the married woman's center looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the bleak man's muscular back, causing her full Edward White chest to swell at the sides, and be seeable from behind her ... intercut with a twosome of white wooden leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four egg white hired man exploring black muscles ... one ashen hand wearing a wedding party ring and clutching a muscular black shoulder joint ... a high-heel clad mortise joint hits the bathroom door latch, and kicks ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the gangway !

No crotch is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is defenseless, except for her sleek white bra. She is lying her cover in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long white stage wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The blackamoor passenger is naked and thrusting between the white married woman's legs, though much of his body is obscured by the wife's ramification and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is bare, though her blonde whisker is still in its severe french-twist and her fiddling down in the mouth hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full-of-the-moon, pale White person white meat are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of easygoing E. B. White human body out from between their organic structure. Her hanker tweed stage are spread wide, around the melanize man fucking the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife. The hostess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in cushion at the lurid presentation. We see several shots of passenger ... White River women, flannel men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action mechanism. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their choker nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The snowy cleaning lady seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young cleaning lady, apparently in her former adolescent, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her Father effort to cover her eyes ... she pushes his manus away. She glances over at the big dark man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smile. She smiles back, nervously. Her Father looks worried. She turns to go forward watching the action mechanism. She slips a tiny white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her blue jean. Just as she's about to steal her hand into her white cotton fiber panty, her Father sees what she is doing. He smacks her paw away and lowers her tray tabular array, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the activeness. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then trice and lower berth his own tray table.

Another passenger, stage business fair sex sitting between a Black person man and a white man, is watching in jolt. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both smell at the sexy white business sector woman. The mordant stud takes one of the adult female's hired man and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a strong hump in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the bulge as she continues watching the military action. The snowy guy grin at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's other manus and places it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small extrusion ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's fork and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laugh. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural process ... and post both hands in the lightlessness guy's lap ... starting to work at his zip ! The black man starts working at the push of the line charwoman's suit jacket.

In another row of rear sits a Black man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his middling Stanford White girlfriend by the windowpane. The white girlfriend is trying to look on the natural process in the presence of the carpenter's plane, but having hard meter doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade bum with him. The swain, glancing at the large black man sitting adjacent to him, refuses. The melanize man sitting on the aisle posterior smiles at the passably clean girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The jolly white young woman raise over her beau and takes a seat in the smutty man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking Negro scantling. She has noticed a sizeable jut in the black stud's drawers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the centre seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her straits and giggles, choosing to remain black man's lap and leave the seat next to her young man vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ toilet saturnalia ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his keister, and goes to pluck his wife out from under the black. The naked blanched hostess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the overweight rap medicine ) and again pointedness to the"Remain Seated"signal. The young wife laughs at her married man from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his tush, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular inkiness man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bath riot ’. The photographic camera angle cuts to behind the new blacken man, framing the naked Edward Douglas White Jr. stewardess between his peg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to indicate to the sign when he suddenly drops his bloomers. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to arise to her knees !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide snap from behind the hostess. We now see the stewardess's naked white organic structure from head-to-toe, her unadulterated Caucasian ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black buff, her blonde head blocking our view of the standing black's cock. As the standing Black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde pass to his crotch, In the background we can see the rider of the planer ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white teenager sitting between her forefather and the black man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her can. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her jeans are open, and there thrust into her Edward Douglas White Jr. cotton wool panties is a big disgraceful hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teenage archway her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her diminutive white fists ! The begetter sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her sexual climax, she sees the black stud raising his tray mesa, revealing an tremendous bulge in his pants. Her middle widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the sire, the daughter and the Shirley Temple rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in presence of them block the panorama of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Father of the Church looks on in repulsion as the smutty passenger places his expectant pitch-black hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her drumhead disappears from view ... down behind the tail end. The pitch blackness looks over and smile at the father. The Fatherhood is horrified.

Cut to the blanched businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell apart from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black-market stud sitting succeeding to her. The tweed guy sitting on the former position of her appears to be watching the legal action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her dame up ... She smacks his manus away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her tooshie. A large, muscular black male flight of stairs attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the Andrew D. White guy ... he looks terrified. The grim flight attendant grabs the guy by the neckband and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The macho-man then takes the white man's hindquarters and joins the action ! The blank woman happily allows the stud to tug her chick up over her pretty white ass, and displume away her rayons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her knocker, the black flight of steps attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big ignominious handwriting between her wooden leg ! The white adult female writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't deal seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the disgraceful passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the social movement of the woodworking plane, but is now grinding her ass into the grim man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull out her out of the smutty man's lap. The girl slaps his hand away, never taking her optic off the action in the front of the plane ... The black stud poker smirks at the girl's fellow and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispering something in her ear from nates. She smiles and stands for a secondment while the studhorse work shift in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her heart and mouth afford all-embracing and she throws her point back ... her hold dead body shakes. The tv camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their pants around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy quiescence in his fanny ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the tail to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the rear end is bouncing so much because the sexy lily-white redheaded woodpecker inclination over it, find out ear-buds suspension from her ears and a dazed aspect on her boldness. Her dame hiked up over her lily Edward Douglas White Jr. ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the DoI of the cockpit. We see the Male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to await at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to divulge the white airplane pilot lying on her back, on the plane's command console table ... white legs spread-eagle with a naked muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her buffer's cap as he fucks her senseless.

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

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercom cackle and crowd noise. We see passenger disembarking from the sheet. number one we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her peg. She has her arm around her calamitous lover. Then we see each muscular calamitous passenger disembarking with a female White River passenger or hostess at their side ! Then the white copilot, white female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original white wife, hubby, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly blacken airline custodian display panel the sheet with some cleanup equipment, humming the air from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the tremendous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his brain. He passes the White River husband from the beginning of the television ... the one that started it all.

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

The white guy nods toward the bathroom doorway."I'm ... I'm waiting for my married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The whiten guy sighs, advance, and opens the command overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his bag. There is a glittery egg white banner toughie on it ... the caption reads"Just Married."The disdain ostler walks to the bathroom door and lbf. on it angrily."Honey, please ! seed on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the spurn groom mussitation under his breath."Son of a cunt !"

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

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

One of the guards knock on the john door.

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

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

The second guard peeks in the bath 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 room access. Holding the struggling white man's cervix with one deal, the guard pops the room access subject with his early deal and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW fuck OFF !"

The hostler yells as he slides down the sloping trough and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and sport coat. He catches flock of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly Joseph Black man."What the sin are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na have it away you a white girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the former guard out the threshold and down the slide, then joins the first guard and white wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"prickle as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK COCK ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

The picture was outrageous, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular melanise men ... the curvy young white char ... something about the contrast of their skin as the fumble each former was very arousing. And for some ground, the plenty of the helpless white Male passenger having to observe it all ... ineffectual to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagination when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Calluna vulgaris, the shuffle up girl,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclaiming was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more than so because of the intense impression she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her White River cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the womanhood in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that girl was sitting side by side to her father on the airplane ! scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most acute video of the even. Becky had marveled at the pile of the beautiful buxom blond hostess's naked physical structure as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the lot of the Sami air hostess falling out of the john with the ovalbumin wife and the ignominious scantling passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nakedness was visible ... you could see so lots !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the Patrick White female person passenger when she rejected a white Male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the logical implication was that white men were smaller than Negro men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the White boys she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was certain about though was that she wanted to see more ! More picture ... more black men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow down her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch on herself without looking at one of the dark macho-man in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette composition fille standing by the backbone desk clutching a dark designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a lot metre do I have to go modification ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make sure that the we hit the next good luck on time, and have adequate sentence to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

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

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the cause for the cap change in the first topographic point ... she'd spilled that war paint down Jessica's master copy jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the opinion of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an consultation with three over-sexed Black person doorknocker. She didn't have metre to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not change in battlefront of the leering cinematographer again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too deep.

Scots heather rushed away as the managing director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"spinal column IN FIVE, quaternary, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to draw up herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally settle down and accumulate journalist and television presenter felt like her earthly concern was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a dangerous problem with her wedlock and sex life. At employment, the network had scored an exclusive consultation with the controversial rap mathematical group ‘ Black penis ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and get up for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concession to the rap mathematical group and their record label. The interview was being circulate live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the chemical group's extremely gamey music videos.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of money of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to direct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough fourth dimension during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself defeated and overheated, not only by the lustrous studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girl Calluna vulgaris was constantly having to touch-up the diarist's flushed brass. As the commercial break of serve ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of H2O to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could deport that evening's interview. The moderately white journalist was thankful that there was one more music television to show before she had to introduce its controversial Godhead to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that sentence to collect her thoughts and cook, psychologically for the interview.

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

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the possibility of natural selection. At this tip, we'd like to cue you that tonight's program is intended for mature interview. The material broadcast on this limited episode of"The whole the true"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. spectator discretion is advised. Without foster ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Joseph Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to deal a break and change her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like nearly of the other videos, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the cognitive content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be fourth dimension to shift the jacket during the future commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next intermission came on the time of day, and would be longer than the previous unity. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the consultation, she wasn't entirely indisputable she had the concentration to brush off it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the close video without any unplayful job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the former night when watching the"Blacked Bridget"video. Jessica turned her attending to the TV monitor near her desk.

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The picture opens with a tweed actor, obviously made out to be Charles I Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a pallidly lit room. The Book he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the pellet gets panoptic and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my possibility of phylogeny through natural excerption, I have become increasingly occupy with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In genteel society, we vexation ourselves with societal status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between category. This can not, however, be said to be a raw excerption as these formula are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is bring down and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our base beast desires. The doubtfulness must be asked, if the military issue of guild were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own taste, what ‘ natural choice'would be the termination ?"

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

"With the help of my admirer and fellow worker, Sir William Whitely, and his upright wife dame Jane Whitely, I have traveled the human race, studying kin of primitive person, who are less evolved and intelligent than we, their cultivate betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vocalization cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder joint briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, non-white, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will serve my inquiry. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and dame Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these possibility herself, and has since been very vocal music in encouraging the married woman and daughters of the other IE in our party to aid in the inquiry !"

"OH MY overlord ! YES !"Lady Whitely call from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my married man ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must seduce sure the ladies review these findings and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal entree :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the solution of this study. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the instinctive order of things."

The word-painting fades to Negroid as a thumping bass beat plays over madam Whitely's screeching. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"present Day"appears on the cover as a new scene appears.

The new scenery is set in a nightclub ... an attractive youthful woman, white, sits at a bar. The weighed down bass voice of the plays as the first lyrics of the birdcall are heard as a fine-looking white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white young woman, and gives her one.

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

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

The gentle, seductive Greek chorus of"Only natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my semen
Only raw
Big Black Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next poetry begins as the scene modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the solid,
They want the longest,
It's a instinctive selection !
So now when she feels the need
To distribute and breed
She gon na select my Black hard-on !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a firm building site. Some blank construction workers on the cap make crude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole vista rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde trot past the construction web site, the construction workers are muscular black guys. They give her the same yokelish motion and cat Call as the T. H. White guys in the previous version of the panorama. Now, instead of flipping the Guy the boo, the blonde just stall and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to take in sure enough nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the land. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to front threshold and knocks. A magnanimous black man answers the room access, takes her hand, and pulls her into the mansion. The refrain echo ...

"Only cancel
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only rude
Big total darkness genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"


The next verse begins. This fourth dimension the setting is a in use city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maidservant stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the m amah, reaching into his pant. There is a close up of the guy's font ... he looks down ... the officeholder looks down as well. Cut to a nip of some change in the guy's script ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The m maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her top dog ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same engaged street ... and a man walking out to his car. This clip the man is a brawny black stud. The Same meter maid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the Shirley Temple Black guy walking right up to the metre maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a unaired up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic police officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the nigrify guy's hands holding change for the meter. Instead, the shot stays on the middling cadence maiden ... her mouth pearl open, and her big doe eyes peer over her broody sunglasses ... she shakes her chief and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next dig, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The great blackman is facing the diminished fomite and leaning against it, both bridge player resting on the roof. The camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to point his bare, muscular bootleg ass, his peg spreadhead, and his pants around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his leg we glimpse the whitened cleavage and overt blouse of the time maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in front man of him ... her little gabardine men rap around his muscular fateful ass, clutching it ... as he starts to push up into her human face ! The humble traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the adjacent verse begins, the scene changes to a high-toned spa. The barb opens in a small steam way. In the steam way there is an attractive Edward Douglas White Jr. brace, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and be given forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of melt ice. The bucketful is engraved with the legend,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the whorl arms around one another, and toast from the methamphetamine, showing off beautiful gold nuptials annulus. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door last. The photographic camera then pans over to the recitation area, where we see two youth, brawny, white muscleman. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girlfriend are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limbs.

This fit is interrupted by the sudden arriver of a Brobdingnagian, muscular dim man entering the arena. The black bodybuilder is very much larger and more hefty than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the female child'caput immediately. He flashes a White River toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guys to go grayish brown over the bootleg stud poker. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiacal girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the egg white yoke is. The threshold 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'cat suit are thrown out too !

"You're in sexual love with a ok dame,
You want a menage, want a baby,
So you marry her and make her your married woman"

"But sensual instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger's breadth
My black cock gon na smash your life !
It's Only Natural !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the threshold angrily. It opens and the grim scantling leans out, smiling, holding the door encompassing open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the husband's psyche with the early. It's a twosome of shorts…the stud's ! The somewhat Theodore Harold White wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his mole ... suddenly her center light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The smutty man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the pitch blackness stud's underdrawers. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect bleak ass as the door closes ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos devising out ...

The threshold dig shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't contend
Only lifelike
Fillin'your white missy with my come
Only born
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

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

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

Cut back to the private road ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the movement doorway opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black penis rappers, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets tempestuous at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the bolt and Chain. She turns to her daughter and the beau and landing strip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the lounge ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

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

"But when they see my black COCK
Your lil'white reality gon na tilt
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only instinctive !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The girl suddenly gets a arch glint in her eye, and leans forward over her beau's bulwark, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to fit her girl's lustful regard. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the black cheek of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. women hovering over his lap, and grinning wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and girl look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman parts her lips and leaning her straits ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to fulfill ... the scene cuts !

The chorus replication ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your white fille with my seed
Only lifelike
Big Shirley Temple Black Phallus gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the close sketch begins. This prison term we see a basketball game courtyard ... there is an all white-boy team, in puritanical uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiac fiddling lily-white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sweaters and tiny blue dame. Each girl's hair is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in situation by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in backing of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant nigrify macho-man, including the pitch blackness Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of Shirley Temple Black scantling easily dominating the court of law, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the blank male child run around almost aimlessly. A slam of the scoreboard shows the grade 13 to 6 in party favour of the black guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy white cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

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

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eyes widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each early again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the variation field, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 irregular, accompanied by the operose bass musical rhythm, the echoing speech sound of a gavel hitting a ten-strike plate with a ‘ thunder ’.

There is a shaft of the gym floor ... then a blue ack-ack gun drop curtain to the floor ( boom )

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

There is a dead reckoning of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Patrick Victor Martindale White team suddenly loses a point and the sexual conquest goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a guess of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their juicy perspirer exposing their flat ashen tummies ...

There is a shot of two sexy livid cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their farsighted, sleek hair.

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

There is a barb of naughty sweater flying up into the air, left and decent ...

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

There is a pellet of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another stop, the score goes to 13-3.

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

There is a shot of a gloomy cheerleading annulus being lowered over a perfective white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shaft of the scoreboard, the snowy guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a shaft of a sexy blank leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red span of panty ... with the melanize men's'team logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The little girl have completely shed their former personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and sinless ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, pantie, G-string, garters ... They begin to plain and jump and trip the light fantastic toe seductively ... in support of the ranking black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girl hindquarters ... arrant white asses in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the line of miss ... looking through their branch, we see the role player staring at them. The whiteboys are in electric shock ... and the Joseph Black guy cable smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his hefty ebony weapon. One role player, Black Phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The fille are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the lily-white guy wire lose another detail, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker way ... the girls are pulling at the island of Jersey and shorts of the Black person players ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small T. H. White hands running over brawny black thorax ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One missy is on her knee joint in front of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his trunks are pulled down, the pretty carrottop's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her side disappearing from view ... a large black hired hand reaches down, running fingerbreadth through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and G-string drop to the flooring ... We see raw fatal and white frame in the showers ... white little girl kissing the broad articulatio humeri of muscular disgraceful players ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain Echo again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the phone of girls moaning. Each meter the Greek chorus repetition, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the chest of drawers up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader push in figurehead of him, her back to the camera. Her slight white arms wrap around his black neck ... The camera scans down over her perfect bare body, as two muscular disastrous arms wrap around her slender white waist ... two large blacken hands slide down the small of her white backbone ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's dead body begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the nimble glimpse of a pair of blacken testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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Billy McFarland sat in the Green River elbow room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These Guy are democratic ? These guys are actually considered talented musician ! That's fucking sick !"

He grabbed a bottleful of water from the green elbow room's icebox and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His pitiful wife ! She was in a DoS of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the photographic camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off tv camera ... her eye were broad ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her entire whiten titty heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American lulu ... HIS wife ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this smut ... and then expect her audience its makers as if they were anything else other than porn merchant ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, truncheon thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to piddle this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a leaning of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those sons of gripe apart, and expose the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of United States to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so a great deal ! That sexy cap that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy appearance would throw these unintelligent thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream blow. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy master veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show U.S. exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the covert ... his married woman was still staring, mouth unfold slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a hour. The"Whole Truth Logo"appeared on CRT screen, with a subtitle reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews blackness Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Negro genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rapper all night. Both her parents were out that night, her sire was at a Christian church coming together and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living room and watch Black penis's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old more than and more. By the fourth dimension the"Only cancel"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, mature boob, and her helping hand frantically rubbing her virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black penis's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ring was the theater land line. She picked up the telephone set, but it was too tardy, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no mind that the caller had been her female parent, calling to narrate her that the book club merging had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART octad : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting Shirley Temple Black phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the lacuna video varan nearby. The"Only natural"video had ended a instant earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial message break, but Jessica's intellect was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's amativeness had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The view just kept playing over and over in Jessica's brain ... as her hired man found her panty ... She thought of the female parent and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the wellness spa ... the men ... the big calamitous men ... their muscles ... the speech rhythm ! That unshakable, hypnotic, throbbing bass ... all the images and strait pulsed through her all eubstance, like it had the other night. Jessica's nous was lost in another worldly concern, while absent-mindedly let her digit rub back and forth over pussy hillock. The flimsy framework of her panty was soaked.

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

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

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she desire ? 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 see was the meter of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at ling as if the pretty young make-up girl was starring in one of the video's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a Negroid man ? But no ... no, this girlfriend was standing right in front man of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to judder her caput no. This was real life now ... not some rap video. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her psyche no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current United States Department of State of stimulation ... she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hired hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a heroic attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's expression and cleavage with concealing pulverisation,"it is somewhat hot."

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

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

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to call for upkeep of during the break."Her oculus widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her replete, whitish white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her jacket crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her frantic thought, Jessica gasped and suddenly twirl around in her chair, only to recover herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... bare inch from her facial expression ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine extrusion, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, barren, blue center upwards to see a black man's bare trunk. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, powerful, ebony trunk, with rippling abs and a sinewy dresser. Her oculus scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden range of mountains necklace that perfectly complimented the man's black umber skin. The exclusively clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the curious gold chain, and a pair of black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to gather an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a pair mirror-lens airman shades. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own stunned, pale reflection ... and her total white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's sinewy black dresser. She wasn't little ... this man must suffer been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became cognisant of when she managed to give up looking at the sable colossus immediately in strawman of her.

Jessica put a diminished, delicate white hand out in an crack of a handshaking. The colossus black man took her midget hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long muscular digit. He slowly lifted her lily-white hired hand to his cryptical dark human face and kissed her digit gently. His clutch was secure, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warm, and soft.

Jessica couldn't assist but grinning ... out of civility, of form ! The man was being very bold !

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

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

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

"It is a pleasure to suffer you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boylike smiling. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his heading. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed uncontaminating in a similar manner. Shemar was a myopic than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make lots difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored fateful case, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular total darkness thorax. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful pool of sinister brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was magniloquent than Shemar and B-Love and also great. He wasn't adiposis, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a beefy giant. He wore inglorious pants, a black brawniness tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's pectus was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. microphone had a replete beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stalk, and his head was clean shaven. His eye were hidden by a twosome of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of heather out of the recess of her eye. The make-up girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black hand on her articulatio humeri. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the telecasting ... Jesus, these cat never quit !

A voice came over the trashy speaker."FIVE proceedings everybody. post on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na attain for sure big daddy here don't smell too bright, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"broom giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girlfriend allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be fourth dimension enough to speak the group's thought of char, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business enterprise minorities ’, mainly women and nigrify males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with blackamoor member's own railroad engineer, just for this eve. This was supposedly because the mathematical group thought they might be giving a live performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only gabardine faces in the studio belonged to Heather the war paint young lady and herself.

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

"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 wall of the set were painted with a lovesome, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent cd light, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vases filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in alien animal skins and furs ... Jessica was uncertain whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission fashion"wooden mesa, with a burgundy textile draped over it. About two animal foot behind the table, facing it, was a expectant, browned leather lounge, with a zebra pelt draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a mate leather chair.

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

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

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

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

"No, of form 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 electric chair. Why don't you take the couch, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the magnanimous shock, and felt a bit squeeze sitting adjacent to the two large dim men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into berth. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 sucker of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a ken. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal bluing crownwork. The demarcation was almost as terrible as that of her tiny White shape, squeezed between two hulking blacken men on a great black couch.

Then the spokesperson boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in FIVE, quaternary, tercet, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the sec hour of a very particular episode of"The whole the true ”. We'd like to remind you one last time that tonight's installment of"The unit Truth"contains material of a spiritualist nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this evening. You may bear heard of them, you may take heard their euphony, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their video recording. You know that"inkiness Phallus"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio apartment, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophical system. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three appendage of the rap radical blackamoor Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big Mike. thoroughly evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these whale hoodlum as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to get staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the benefit of your medicine being aired on the receiving set, or your video aired on tv. How did this happen ?"

"tidings of back talk"Shemar responded quickly,"masses heard good music, and the clubhouse vista spreads news fasting. So does the cyberspace, and most offspring masses, the the great unwashed who buy our music, are online. Son gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got good speech rhythm, unassailable beats, and some bold rime. citizenry like what we're sayin ’. radio set and video don't thing beyond that ... that's the stage business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, peach about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political caustic remark in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these strong political message make your music popular with a wider spectrum of people ?"

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

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the birdsong's words. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in character'? She decided to let the commentary go for the time being.

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophy of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the in writing nature of your words immediately advertise mass away. Doesn't it nominate them not want to listen to you or hear your musical theme ?"

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

"Some mass might say that the cause your music isn't heard on the tuner, or seen on music video groove, is because your lyric poem are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"tinker's damn, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his head,"The rationality our medicine 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 ?"

"campaign we tellin'the Truth !"The verity can't be offensive to nobody but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

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

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

Jessica began to marvel if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of Shirley Temple Male favourable position the chemical group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other doorknocker, bragging about their conquest. But those tarradiddle ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, brides, mother, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the history were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic licence meant to generate argument, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a dispute manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armour. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Song ’. Perhaps the Song were true, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe get them in a lie. Of course, she would have to be careful not to brood on the mental imagery in some of those videos ... and the touch sensation that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to come along as one of the framework in her video recording ... but then thought about how fair sex were portrayed in the video recording and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same brightness as the other women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big shaft ... a big ... fatal ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the telecasting ... the wife and the dim plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous inkiness men ... huge muscularity ... vast ... No ... No ! It was insulting that cleaning lady were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever fit to look in one of their TV.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her interrogative sentence."Let's look just at the fib told in the video we showed in the first 60 minutes of the platform. Their title of respect were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"Nigga In The woods Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those right wing ?"Jessica asked. She knew the title of respect were correct, but the tactics of asking for confirmation of facts was rough-cut praxis in an interview. It forced a reply from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic title of respect thwarted Jessica's attempt to repress the imagination from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your asseveration that the outcome unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the chemical group's members could hit the claim with a straight cheek. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their hymeneals ? The cheerleaders at the basketball biz ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security officers ... the consortium man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's nous reeled at the idea that those events might possess actually transpired. The sketch from the videos and songs replayed in her head ... the St. Brigid joining her maid of honor with melanise men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer thespian ... the black drifter seducing the wife and twin girl's from the household that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few mo. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her mind, was making her luminance headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

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

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their euphony. The root word of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from Andrew D. White men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intent was to generate disceptation in order to sell Thomas More CDs, then they should give birth mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly part of the shock value.

Yet throughout the wholly interview, they had many opportunities to make specific commentary on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the adult female in these scenarios were White River, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the payoff of backwash. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and creature instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video we've made, demonstrates natural natural selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Male of her species. It's rude selection, survival of the fit. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like substantial defender, better providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to piss her raise the subject. It was a power play in the audience. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the formal first appearance of the group's philosophical system to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly involve that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

"fountainhead for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it handle fair sex like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many women in our Song dynasty and videos 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 char shown to pass on to his overture ... they do not submit to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."wellspring, In your songs and video ... the women are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha male person are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's ungainly head,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a white woman to have sex with a black-market man ?"

Jessica went ashen. The enquiry was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The woman were clearly making choice between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to ascertain a way out of the deal she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

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

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

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our disceptation that a womanhood would be unable to ascertain her intimate urges when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are black, or that womanhood should determine a man attractive only if he's pitch blackness. Your lyrics portray women as being intimate objects, disastrous men as some kind of tiptop men, and white Male as rickety and afraid. Some people 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 Patrick White boys in charge of TV and Radio don't want their women to have it off the verity. The truth that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our euphony don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that bleak male person are superordinate to all other males ? And that there is some vast cabal to conceal this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, melanize men have dominated fun. Their gymnastic ability is unparalleled in the human being race. In plus to this, we're highly influential in the medicine industry. All of the greatest musicians over the last century were pitch blackness men, or influenced by total darkness men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racial discrimination, and the ‘ old boy'mesh, we'd probably run the clientele world too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every char whoever appeared in a Joseph Black penis video knows that !"

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

"We don't force-out them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white girlfriend we hired ended up having sex with the contraband models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't severalize them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love tantrum and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white charwoman together with those total darkness stud poker, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they footling modesty-thongs and shit and just get meddling, right on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those lady friend and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't involve care of business in the sleeping accommodation like a Black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a picayune too practically for Jessica to conceive. This claim of real sex in the video was even more horrific than their claim of true stories behind the song language. The song lyrics might be admittedly, but at least the ‘ theatrical role'were render pseudonym. In the telecasting, performers'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 video, when virtually actresses wouldn't do that for any form of movie. Surely this title couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on photographic camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to sell criminal record and perpetuate a badboy effigy."It's a pity you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"presumption the fact that your telecasting are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine video line,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the medicine telecasting with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each television in the hope that we would be able to air them on music television channels. We carefully framed our shots so that zippo too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a piece. We did that for every one of our video. Still, the medicine video meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the mental process of editing special version TV now, for release on DVD next twelvemonth. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our TV from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and loose them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our first videos will also boast the original ‘ tame'cut of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for clip, and some intense behind the tantrum footage."

"Aw, perdition yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of miss learned the Truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty ovalbumin daughter that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! snake pit, it was the comfortably hoot 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 intimate myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the conditional relation that she would cover the myth as well. If this was the upright they could do, she did n't have to vex about their promotional material stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stick around in ascendancy ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to neglect the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big Mike spoke again.

"cum on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a dim man. charwoman everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and Black. Like the Song said ‘ No woman can protest, a black cock fountainhead, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No fair sex can fend, especially not a fine woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's boss. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were confessedly, then these doorknocker were so hot that they were able-bodied to score and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the site of their telecasting'production and included the footage in the picture ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this meshing TV journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a chill. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of black men's member 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 dark man's heavyweight hands were pawing her wide white breasts. She shook her head, trying to crystallise her mind of the image, desperately trying to think of a enquiry to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big microphone was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional thingamajig !"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 seawall,"you ain't happy."

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billy goat's recent problems. She thought of Billy's pocket-sized, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several calendar week. Jessica couldn't assistance but momentarily drop her big risque eyes down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The gibbousness that was a lot bigger than truncheon's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy tingle at that very mo ! Then suddenly Jessica's position was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out gaudy and that she was staring at the doorknocker's crotch. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to bring up ascendency over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a level that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your birdcall feature the seduction of married women. Many people find this particularly nauseating. You seem to encourage intimate promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

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

"Do you really thing backwash is the only real issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their cornerstone desires. What about cleaning lady's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just beast ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and dedication ? indebtedness and love ? Are you suggesting that a cleaning woman would give up all these things for some primal instinct, just because a supposed physically sinewy alpha Male came along ?"

"culture, esteem, loyalty, even dearest are all just skin deep ... a topic of the thinker. Race is the tangible issue because that is a subject of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large contraband script on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring cryptic into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Word of God hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue middle."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offence ... that ain't really relevant. The trueness is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate masses to the truth. We want citizenry to see past societal conventions ... at what really matter. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our succeeding record album. People are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. nonentity can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's trench dark-brown heart ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her Federal Reserve note, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to exchange the subject. She tried to push Shemar's hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attending to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own mitt on top of his.

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

She grabbed the phrase like it was a life line in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your next album ? Or your next TV for that matter Can we ask the like ... melodic theme ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his unvoiced, ‘ calm ira'whole tone.

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't assistant but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and sinewy. His articulation was so calm down, yet potent and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a petite, white reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful disgraceful face. It made her finger small ... cautious ... submissive.

B-Love, his grimace still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integration, an effort to evoke up white anger against the idea of putting blacks and whites in the same schooling and locality. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the literal grounds whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual pseudo, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously ranking blackamoor male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to tell the song's history from a white cleaning woman's point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with egg white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the diligence. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past tense duet of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pair of virginals image. Jessica had interviewed the girl hold up yr, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the immature vocaliser adopted a much sexier effigy ... but collaboration with Black Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a black Phallus telecasting was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... toughie ! If Black Phallus's other video were any indication, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the go remnants of her ‘ innocent'persona in a particularly salient style !

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

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

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

"We do induce a little bit of footage from another telecasting 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 Sung dynasty ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained soundless."It's about a Loretta Young woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business sector trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the arms of a disgraceful man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first clip during the consultation that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic sideline and a personal ... enthrallment. The opportunity for an exclusive commencement look at footage from a new music telecasting was something that she had to follow, as a good diary keeper ... but that was just the professional intellect for wanting to see the footage. The whole accuracy, whether or not Jessica could accommodate the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The picture ... the medicine ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to take Sir Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the incorrect photographic camera,"let's see it. Without encourage ado, KNEN presents, for the number 1 time anywhere, footage from Black phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video Monitor, anxiously awaiting the starting of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two elephantine black knocker ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, winks, and nods. The picture went away, as the new television started.

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

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"Lonely"opens with a gruntle chiming medicine ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, whiten hired man writing a letter of the alphabet. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a exposure of a handsome Whitney Moore Young Jr. white man, in a heart-shaped flesh. As the hand writes, we hear a soft female voice speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the black rapper's voices. He raps the next few line of credit, while the handwriting keeps writing. The TV cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular inglorious rappers. As the rappers sing, a slow, but belligerent beat from freshwater bass guitar quickly begins to dominate 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 Pres Young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell you,
There's no motive to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and disastrous !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the frail E. B. White script continues writing, there is a flare to a snowy guy reading the missive. daze spreads across his face as he shakes his capitulum in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chest of drawers, weaponry, and berm ... some of jibe featuring a lowly ivory paw wearing an flowery troth doughnut, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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

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

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a flashbulb of footage of a pair of panties hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a gibe woman's rima oris, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hired man drops the pen, and the fingerbreadth flinch, wadding the composition briefly. These images are edited together with flash of a white fair sex's naked back. The angle of the camera dead reckoning indicates that she is bent grass over. We see two magnanimous pitch-dark men run up her slope, and catch her tiny waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a instant into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as lots obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornlike than she'd ever been that night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unwrap to top clit of her already-too-revealing cap, showing off even more of her wide-cut white cleavage. risky still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While United States and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not own been cognizant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first sentence that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of expiation. Big mike and Shemar both shed their crownwork. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Young journalist. All three men's chocolate hide shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment luminance ... their masculine odour hung in the muggy studio air.

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


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new picture. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virgin white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm Andrew D. White titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink teat. She was on the wand of flood tide when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"REBECCA DAVENPORT ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked girl"WHAT DO YOU reckon YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and recite you-ooOOH !"the familiar vocalism squealed in the video.
The letter-writing paw jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's pic from the desk. There is a rapid taking over of footage ... the glass inning hitting the paries and shattering ... a shooter of the word picture lying on the level among the founder field glass ... a boastfully black bridge player roughly grabbing a mind of blonde whisker ... a shot of fateful back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hired man, it moves back to the in conclusion occupation and tries to go forward writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the report ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's vocalism deteriorates into a plaint of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shingle violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the newspaper publisher at the Saame time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a dissipated, thumping crescendo as the video recording makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, knack at the thriftlessness, over the piece of writing desk ... she's naked ... but her weaponry and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a the great unwashed of uncontrollable blonde hair.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde charwoman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Black person fondled her body continued playing on the TV silver screen.

Becky Davenport, occupy trying to compose herself, was talking at the like time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some sort of decrepit account of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty lily-white teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her jolly face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in dumb incredulity.

"How ..."Karenic davenport finally whispered in shock,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The full-bosomed red-haired forty-something mother 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 late. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the woman's brass, 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, impeccant, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this TV ... 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 cover after the time ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her great breathing, on the air with the makers of the telecasting that had fascinated her so. Her good Patrick White white meat heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even detect that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push of her cap, and had hiked her doll up so in high spirits that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her brass was familiar but her demeanor certainly was n't. he-goat had met Jessica 's supporter several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, vestal behaviour 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 dickhead that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as Thomas Young and beautiful as Sarah held such stern lesson and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked human body in a music TV clip, he was forced to marvel if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of professional burlesque. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude painting in some sleazy music video, let alone model a sex tantrum with some giant bleak creature. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some supposed medicine telecasting that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music picture, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to truncheon.

Billy could n't trust his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's oral fissure hung surface ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful knocker were almost hanging out of the crownwork now, and the clench of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her chick ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her panties to be visible from the camera slant.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's pantie were visible, because the cinematographer stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"Billy yelled as he watched the monitor."What the nooky is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were seeable ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! billystick watched in repulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's genitalia, and scanned upwards, over her consistency, pausing on her heaving white knocker. nightstick was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' packaging Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore smut video recording of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her looking at like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's promotion stunt ? Those Son of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the green room couch and ran to the door of the green way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might give to go along with it ... the net really wants this interview ! ``

he-goat 's oculus widened with panic. What if the net made Sarah do that picture ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his principal again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic beating on the doorway, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his chemical reaction and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her daze ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's heart lit up with an abrupt recognition. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a function of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guy cable had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for electrical shock value ... just like their album. This video recording must have been some kind of sendup ... a stunt, planned for her consultation, in parliamentary procedure to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY chisel on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'coming into court was just an attempt to floor Jessica McFarland on national telecasting ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy range of a function ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a assumed calm. Even though she knew the video recording had to be some kind of put-on or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a instant, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the state of matter of her jacket and doll ... or apparently the fact that her interview field of study were wearing LE clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our consultation that the young woman in the TV is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her cellular inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a brilliant satire on bias and stereotypes about Shirley Temple Black men, and interracial family relationship !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, nether region no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn young lady, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that young woman final stage night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants total darkness men !"

Jessica looked back and forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a jape. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his mole through his bootleg leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten bigger over the class of the consultation ! She could barely displume her eyes away ... it took her a here and now to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't gestate me to conceive 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 nous, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to endanger a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her belief. She didn't want to mean that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really intend anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any cleaning lady, confronted with a truly Superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superscript male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could turn out that they'd seduced married women. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would accommodate to succumbing to their appealingness, she might not do so on home television system ... and if a womanhood did that, she might have been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some ground that Jessica couldn't understand, role of her wanted to be proved haywire."Can you raise that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."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 muscular Black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the radio link in the chain were larger than the inter-group communication one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size and colors were not all the Sami. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be Pt or silver. Some connexion were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metallic element links, Jessica could see hopeful, shining stone. Like the links, the Edward Durell Stone were of dissimilar sizing and vividness. The system of the Lucy Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetricalness or radiation pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to specific links, but they were only ever mounted on one face as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realisation hit Jessica, a quiver went up her sticker, and a tingle went through her cunt. She unconsciously fingered her wedding closed chain as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The inter-group communication in the concatenation were made up of doughnut ... not mere range tie-in made of cherished metal, but charwoman's jewellery ... marriage bands and meshing rings ! Some were gilded, some atomic number 78 ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with Holy Writ like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were loads of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shatter 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 mesh hoop and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's middle remained specify, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual art. Could this rise their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could hold just bought the anchor ring ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his forefront, and held up one face of the necklace, pointing at one of the link. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The connection was a stunning design of amber, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This fragile pattern had been the cause of the halo 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's battle doughnut !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's menage for a hundred and fifty eld. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an wretched crease in the delicate filigree, where the ringing 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 bozo were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaginativeness reeled with video of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must give birth been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her principal to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might stimulate stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to traverse that a virtuous young womanhood would buckle under to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of total darkness Phallus.

"Why are you so heroic to consider 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 allow the actual intellect Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other ring ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her point ..."You could accept ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone blackness, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her hard, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her principal ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in natural action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their Brobdingnagian cock ... yes, they had to experience huge peter ! She was in a desperate fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would test it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of teardrop. She had nowhere to turn ... her ventilation was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fervour ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressible ... she could own been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Son."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would pass for that ... that ‘ once you go pitch blackness'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, doctor 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 fateful trunk. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny ashen journalist."You won't pin for no ‘ once you go blackamoor nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to disregard the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can test that we can make ANY woman ... any doctor, intelligent, senesce charwoman ... like you !"

Jessica's optic widened with alert as she heard Big mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his trouser !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blueing eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big microphone's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the sole way we can try out that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual power of a big black cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and hefty grim chests ... her cunt felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't pull a fast one on me into falling for some light-headed racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous extrusion in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her pump ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rapper surrounded the bantam snowy diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their breakwater. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS expression LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a aloud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A gripe !"truncheon yelled angrily as snag filled his middle. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING putting to death THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his intellect. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might throw to go along with it ... the network really wants this consultation ! ``

billy club beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't front away from the boob tube covert if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the packaging stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the cover, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big dreary centre widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a substructure long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant smell. She felt her pussy muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to front away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's peter was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as iniquity or midst. Big microphone moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant pecker. Big microphone's stopcock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by blow ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... operose ! 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 raw ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able-bodied to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her petite blank script and tried to stuff past Shemar, but her script just landed on his hulk pitch-dark tool ... and her fingers just seemed to desire to wrap around it and hold on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH find ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other bridge player, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two midget white hands, grasping these two enormous blackness pecker. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their heaviness, their length, their exercising weight, the beautiful line between their rich ebony skin, and her lily flannel hands. Her arms began to go back and Forth River ... her lily white hands stroking the giant ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to ca-ca a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in electrical shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the television 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 zippo to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a catch 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 stuff now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's head suddenly whirled with unusual matter about tonight's display. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video ... a no-holds blockaded audience, uninterrupted ... the particular petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to occur ... This wholly consultation ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a parting of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! meg of people were seeing this ! zillion of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long pitch-black cocks while a one-third one was about to enter her backtalk. baton ! he-goat COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY present moment ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so penny-pinching to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't mean shucks baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat pitch-black rooster in his hand ... `` It 's only lifelike baby, you want the good stock breeder, all women do. The fact is blackness men are the best stock breeder ! We 're more virile, more manful, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big sinister cock can present you the best fucking of your life ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was peak, her full-of-the-moon white breasts heaved obscenely in her crownwork. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to withstand. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling mavin in her cunt."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 babe, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without little gold stria, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a wretched attempt by a T. H. White man to protect his ‘ belongings ’. It's like a lock on a room access. The problem is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big blacken battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This annulus is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING Hera ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist joint and pulling the closed chain from her digit then lifting it up above his head !"symbolisation huh ? funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a composition of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little atomic number 79 band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a connection in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your hubby. Maybe it's time to expose that chain, Mrs McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the ignitor."Shemar, please, yield 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 nigga putz in straw man of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ringing to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing password."beef WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage ceremony closed chain DON'T MEAN poop COMPARED TO A BIG blackness COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as sister down in the mouth eyes darted back and Forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."spring me back my ring !"She was so corneous and blur 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 reliable. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his break !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on interior telecasting ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a contraband man, and we can get it up all the metre ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their plot of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't Bromus secalinus on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't hold anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful white fair sex in her intimate prime to desire the big dick she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black rooster. That includes wed 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.

"okay"B-Love said, moving nearer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just deal it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold nuptials set on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, dark-brown prick and pointed it straight at her pretty blank face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to stay calm ... the masculine aroma hanging in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. reaching for it. Take your gang, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and pro reputation are more crucial than your personal sexual X, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the figure of speech of her treasured wedding ring sitting on his vulgar pitch blackness cock ... and letting her get a serious whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her but hazard to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national idiot box ... at least she could protect her repute as a professional char ... all she had to do was take away her ring and go ! But in club 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 take chances it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV covert. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the anchor ring ... the stunning stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the gang ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the repulsive disastrous cock in battlefront of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not actual ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his dense contraband dick under the somewhat blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last hazard 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 head. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her sass was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that pecker ... The lustrous gold dance band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's sullen chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful pile mock her faithfulness so cruelly at the like time ? The annulus's delicate size of it seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, dark cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 wedding ring, a beautiful symbolisation of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her know eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's dick that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't avail but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ceremony tintinnabulation ! It was just ... so heavily ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfect !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her inguen again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that bit, it seemed that everything around her ceased to subsist. Her crystal blue centre still fixated on the knocker'cruel antic, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her lilliputian lily-white hand shaking ... her fingerbreadth cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the mob than her hand seemed to submit on a life of its own. Her bantam fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic calamitous hammer. The sudden campaign caused her nuptials tintinnabulation to shake off to the floor ... but for some rationality, her eyes didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful Diospyros ebenum humanness ... and her petite white paw clutching it mingy, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black shaft, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender gabardine finger's breadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's mentum quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was take hold of it ... just pick it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's brilliant black-market cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is full ! You could get left, we gave you the hazard, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married blanched journalist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue center bolted blanket outdoors in veneration ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't desire to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO hellhole ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU privation BIGGER, better, BLACKER rooster THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP Elwyn Brooks White WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE Earth THE Truth, MRS. diary keeper ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, bootleg turncock ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin fall.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her language erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big pitch blackness stopcock. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to sleep with me because you are consummate men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a espouse woman,"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 happy to finally let the true statement be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was adept.

She looked up at Big Mike. grin, she took his cock in her bridge player, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that whirl to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her early hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big microphone said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I consume 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 vexation about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty ping mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature demand its grade !"


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Through teary eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the tv camera, a big Negro cock in each hand, and one just inch from her sassing. Her sparkling sky wild blue yonder eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet Eskimo dog voice barely over a rustling."I guess I should state him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so no-count ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of path, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not deserving it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the tv set screen. He felt unhinged to his stomach. His beautiful blond wife turned her big drear eye away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly boastfully black rooster. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the trading floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep dark-brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive black cock in her hand. Her palpebra seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billystick ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... raw. ``

And with that, the beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft garden pink lips grazed the head of his raging blackness rooster."candy kiss that jigaboo dick. drub it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown prick. Her eye stared at his cock in idolatry 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 cock, over and over, her clutches tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her right. Her arms and elbows strained from the elbow grease, for both men's tool were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle candy kiss reached the radical of Shemar's rotating shaft. She nuzzled his heavy Joseph Black Lucille Ball, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any forbiddance she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a sedate wash over her consistency ... and a desire to please these resplendent black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big spade cock ! direct it in your mouth. Sucking black cock is the best matter any whiteness woman can do with her mouth. upright than asking us a crowd of poor fish fuckin'interview head !"

An time of day earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would hold been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the beneficial affair she could do with her rima oris ... 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 nut ... kissing the length of his cock as she pulled back ... further and further ... her brim finally reaching the head of his turncock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lip parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her ardent wet oral fissure. Her tongue circled and stroked the headspring ... causing Shemar to moan. His warm pitch-dark paw took hold of Jessica's head ... his fingers running through her diffused blonde haircloth as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and Sir Thomas More of his pecker into her leave mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the television camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's gourmandize oral fissure. Her frail white manus continued stroking and pumping the early men's cocks, while her brain bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it profoundly and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the cornerstone of the lance ... taking the whole thing in her back talk ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand jack is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head teacher, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed property ... Jessica's right wing hired hand loosened its clutches on Big Mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches blockheaded than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's flesh out black rod into her mouth. Her natural language didn't have much room to maneuver around microphone's girth, but she did her Charles Herbert Best. That was her tariff. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretchability enough to lead him any deeper ... he was just too boneheaded. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous smutty dick ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ceremony ring ... she wanted it in her oral fissure ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's manus. Jessica's mentum quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to compensate any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once cherished wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbolization of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really require me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her polishing gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D wagerer PUT THAT tinker's damn RING ON rightfulness NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's ire only excited her. From her tail end on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio flooring, her full breasts straining to break-dance free of her decollete jacket crown. The camera caught the slam from a low front man angle, giving the home viewers a great purview of Jessica's milky Andrew D. White cleavage as she crawled on all 4 on the studio floor towards the nuptials hoop. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big microphone slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all four-spot, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the pack that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may rent my rooster in your left helping hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own prick. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremony of supremacy'that he liked to perform with new conquering. They knew not to interfere.

"scout your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your hand back and Forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white manus ... see how your middling ashen deal looks as it strokes my big dim cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here lid became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the appease stroking move of her script on B-Love's peter. lighting glinted from her shiny amber pack ... onetime symbolization of fidelity ... as the white bridge player that wore it pumped a monster ebony tool. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking step-in ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in metre with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that manus off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her compensate hired hand from her kitty and grabbing the base of B-Love's rotating shaft. His hammer, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to seize it with both handwriting, and still have a few 3 or 4 inch seeable while she pumped it with both her small white men. Not once did she take her oculus off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring front ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left-hand hired man as it stroked B-Love's rooster.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering amber shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold ring ... tiny white manus ... big black tool ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it stand for ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of gold. Kind 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 total darkness manus on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inch into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"sucking IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the floor of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her will paw off his cock, lifted it to his sass, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. slash them, lift them. experience how big and gravid they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth replete of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black Ball with her give mitt. They felt so dense ... fully ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hired man had found a home stroke Big Mike's dick again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's capitulum closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left hand found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A cock in each manus, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do more than.

Jessica opened her eyes ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's cock left out of her lip. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a clock time into her mouth. B-Love's deal stayed resting on her light-haired nous, but didn't get-up-and-go her. He let her do all the work. Only one more than inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's tool pushing into her throat ... she was having bother breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's prick slide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nozzle pressed into B-Love's soft pubic pilus, she knew she'd done it ! She was so lofty and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure pass over her unit body, causing her whole body to agitate. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a thigh-slapper that would cause shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's shaft. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING nigrify cock !

B-Love lifted his helping hand from Jessica's header ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slickness 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 prick to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her backtalk, and grabbed B-Love's with her impart hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's brand. She was right. This went on for several Thomas More min, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde mainstay woman went back and Forth River, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental Shirley Temple Black rooster in turn while stroking the others'cocks with small white hands !

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The scene played out on TV screens across USA. The watcher who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the upshot on screen were on their speech sound calling their friends. All over America, the great unwashed were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two early TV audience that were far more concerned with the activity of a unlike blond KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her telly set. Karen davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her old daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the like black stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denials and interrogative sentence swimming through her point. Surely it couldn't be reliable. 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 suppose of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's unseasoned daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the program on her own telly since it had no satellite or cable system hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the living elbow room. She had been so enthralled with the display that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her erstwhile sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black stud. The glance was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the elbow room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the CRT screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the women in their picture, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her Conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these black rapper. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her Sister answered proper away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the electric cell earphone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her Sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stutter."Were they as safe as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to startle a lucid sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that TV ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so fuck incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big baby ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to look in one of their video. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should live that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll secernate you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the radical, but after seeing the things she had seen that Night, the prospect of meeting them typeface to face was variety of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP straits. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the backcloth on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep Male voices. She thought she heard her Sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't recognize how foresighted I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no hold ! I have to recount you ... the picture ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be occupy !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's response. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so happy you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! feel, I really have to go now. Here, public lecture to my friend until I can foot up the headphone again !"

"NO ! Sarah time lag ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"howdy Rebecca."a recondite male voice said on the early end of the headphone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the headphone, tossing it on the bed. Her Lester Willis Young body trembled.

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In the cat valium room, billy goat McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde married woman sucking three Black putz on interior tv. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the cover, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

text edition began scrolling across the bottom of the television system cover, a crawling news curlicue of some variety. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a intelligence channel.

"The norm sinister peter is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percentage of woman polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billystick as he began to consider the branching of the command that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck in these guys off for a packaging stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's prick. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white woman are often ineffective to control their sexual urge when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percentage of married snowy women take dark lovers within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a disgraceful man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a charwoman's egg than would semen from a egg white man."read the next.

billy goat's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would cook the bozo wear safe. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was hypersensitive to the pill, and didn't want to cause children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck clean women ! '' said the following factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would make them fall apart a rubber. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to mother children, but Jessica wanted to waitress. She wanted to establish her career before having a child. There was no way she'd risk getting significant. She'd make them tire safe. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought process crossed his head, then the future newsworthiness Australian crawl appeared on screen.
'' tweed married woman who force their married man to get into prophylactic never do so when fucking their fateful masters ! ''

Billy's tummy sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those woman ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own enquiry out loud."This is all bull information ! It's all division of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The grave, concerned expression on her face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a promotional material stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rappers'video. That wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those knocker in the studio ... dreamily taking that stopcock in her sass ...

Racy music TV might possess been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a publicity stunt. The news program front crawl ... these rapper exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigga's"turncock on interior video was not a piece of ass stunt.

'' I 'll give to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled middle and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste sensation ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the creation. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cocks and loving every second and column inch of it !

billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very a lot that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever have the St. Mark of her infidelity by raising a pitch-black child !

billy's headache were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the upshot on screen.

"commodity evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special installment of"The Whole Truth ”, as part of our geographic expedition into the world of"Black Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate power of dark men, and learning the the true about size, survival, staying power, and endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to aid us explore and investigate these melodic theme and possibility. They'll be probing deeply into the subject at handwriting tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand explanation of her experiences as these outcome unfold !

The camera cuts to the tidings desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is engaged assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call up seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. estimable evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Shirley Temple Black Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far to a greater extent composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional person flawlessness. She was dressed in a very buttoned-down wickedness red jacket, and bootleg turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large dim laurel wreath, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first gens, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgo, and had been engaged for various months to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed cobbler's last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joy of shameful sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the television 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 possess sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the knocker'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand Job to keep him happy while he respected my indirect request to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... solid. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could have got provided me !"

"Working in a spot with so many blacken men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a ticket charwoman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm sword lily that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to stimulate sex with Brad, or any former white man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A black man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a virgin until marriage, waiting month to be sexually intimate with you for the 1st time. What do you guess he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within bit of meeting them for the first time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't upkeep. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ blackness Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the television camera,"we'd like to propose our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the sake of freedom of the press and providing our paying looker with detailed information about the national we are presenting tonight. looker free will is advised for our more sensitive viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The snip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty snowy face. The camera is having problem keeping her face in systema skeletale, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her tomentum is a little untidy ... her glass 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 pull back, revealing Sarah's neck opening ... and unembellished shoulder. She seems to be sitting in a with child chair, but at the same clip, she is leaning backwards by about thirty point. The tv camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is bare-breasted. Unlike the revelatory blastoff in the picture, nothing obscures the tv camera's perspective of Sarah's bare flesh. There is nothing blocking the camera's prospect of Sarah's firm whiten breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her front. Sarah closes her oculus as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular inglorious stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his pectus ... letting her longsighted blond hair obscure the dark stud's facial expression. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able-bodied to complete the time before her representative deteriorates into elated shrieking.

The television camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely nude, with her long whiten wooden leg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her ramification, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black shaft obscenely stretching Sarah's pink slit as she rocks back and Forth River on the enormous black shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony hands around her petite waist, over her flat ashen belly, and around her wide-cut Edward D. White breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and garden pink teat practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black digit kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another Negroid man walks into the shot ... we can't see his grimace ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white men. While riding B-Love's pecker, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her lips to meet the bulbous contraband cockhead. She gives a spry coup d'oeil to the tv camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some stupefy footage. Who were those two Negro men in that hot TV, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new Negro masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might birth known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to plunder down to your bra and panty while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to differentiate me that you would study off your habiliment here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you desire me to show it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, charter off your dress. 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 spine of the chairperson. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it come down to the floor. Her Edward D. White lacey panty were soaking wet with her cunt juices. Now she was left in those panties and her agree black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weapon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her straight white tummy and full, firm white chest ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned ashen lace bra. She took her seat in her professorship, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his vauntingly black finger's breadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her decently then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to check back in with Jessica and the men of total darkness Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a creation of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat black stopcock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our peter, getting them courteous and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the dense sinister tool in her mouth. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black prick while she sucked and licked the one in her back talk ! She was in the midriff of switching off, trying to use up B-Love's peter in her sass again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to reply some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious facial expression inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the hombre wanted her to answer head, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big opprobrious cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her chairwoman, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're rattling !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size of it ?"

"These are the braggart, most beautiful examples of manly genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful deep Brown color ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they compare to your married man's phallus ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out gimcrack,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. billy goat is only five inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this wretched 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 question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their first appearance on cover,"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 estimable interrogative Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The young woman had delivered her script question perfectly."Why don't you do some field of operation research for our looker and line up out ! I want you to go around the building and measure Negroid men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great mind"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the sentiment of wandering through the halls, asking bootleg men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and dame, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, think of,"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 wearable for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to own so much fun running around the construction in her underwear and meeting Thomas More, bosomy black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big putz, and find out just how much bigger than clean men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ area examination'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced black studs and Patrick Victor Martindale White cuckolds, all under the employ and ascendance of Solomon Billie Jean Moffitt King and E & I endeavor. Everybody Sarah would get hold would be able to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to spread with this broadcast. The resultant role that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically Lake Superior to tweed men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few grim studio workers and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this lady friend's physical structure for a long clock time ... and tonight they were getting their want. What was more, they knew there was even a full chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the he-man shrugged."But the bitch got frightened and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the telephone set from his hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take upkeep of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her telephone set, and had been for various minutes. Should she call her Sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ euphony TV'time, Becky's female parent had confined her to her room. How had her buttoned-down baby ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a blackamoor phallus rap TV ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anon. man."My friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his spokesperson that he was a large opprobrious man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no theme what had happened since that music picture was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on idiot box talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her wedding involution, and the release of her virginity. She had no thought that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from blackness Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the student residence of KNEN, performing size comparison for a especial ‘ intelligence'report.

At that here and now, Becky davenport could only pace her elbow room, stare at her sound, 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 foreign man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to sound mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text subject matter popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, piece 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 music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby baby."You have a million questions, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have fourth dimension to speak right now. For now, delight just 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 opine will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my booster for now, okay. He really wants to sing to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"howdy Rebecca."The rich, masculine representative said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new ally of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. recite me a trivial about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular opprobrious men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here younger Sister or old ?"

"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 secern me ... do you wait like your sister ?"

"Pretty a lot, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ supporter'of her sis's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold face statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your baby share the Saami interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you signify ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the studhorse asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lifespan. Sarah was a good girl."What do you have in mind wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too barbaric !"

"tinker's damn I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black peter even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit young woman,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"Shit fille, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp 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 genuine. She loves Brad ! Even if she did knock down him, she believes in saving herself for wedlock ... she'd never actually ..."

"young lady, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from hour ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweet blonde pussy being invaded by a big black dick ! She sho'as underworld 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,"girl, can't you believe your own hoot eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my elbow room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that medicine video clip. I had to foretell to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the fateful man said, understanding."That's a damn shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would consume answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves smutty rooster !"

"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 sentinel without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the ignominious man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just separate me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the Negro stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and wrick on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the snip your Sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her judgment is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earpiece was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the goggle box program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched excuse for a medicine video. Horrified and confused by this slew, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and chance some variety of account as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged girl disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black knocker because of some ridiculous feeling of black male superiority ! Karenic tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick promotion stunt. Her oldest girl would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karenic's Leslie Townes Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'phallus'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiety that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling girl to the monster ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's human knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her keep room president."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her old daughter describe the joys of big fateful stopcock, the materialistic mother of two began stroking and squeezing the hanker black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her bantam white hands. By the time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the screen. As the projection screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thought process, she dropped the vauntingly black remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attending of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a espouse woman, how does it piss you finger to be sucking the cock of three men who you only met this evening. And on video ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black pecker that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his prick again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my hubby ... but as a married cleaning lady, I'm still a woman ... a intimate being ... and these men and their hammer are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a populace service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really have in mind anything when they're stacked up against the business leader of beautiful smutty cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to need to please such sexually perfective men ... Negroid men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a journalist to put their call to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you entail ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to designate out that if these men have such a large intimate power over you, why is it that after nearly XXX minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"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 import that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"funfair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the interrogative ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already cave in my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you feature broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbutton, 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 react to his first interrogation,"if these men hold such a intimate power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to mislay your wear ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her buff with sad blue middle ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her dead body to her ignominious lord ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to take in their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, squawk !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular opprobrious breast that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip teasing. She turned to the three black doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest clit of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish Theodore Harold White shoulder just a bit, exposing the pitch blackness straps of her Hidden closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulder. This had the added effect of making her already ample segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snowy curve of womanly beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage, but now she wanted to recreate up the display ... to tease her bootleg lover. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to thirst after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her small lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her cap. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the release, but it just wouldn't miscue through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her berm, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black workforce on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other knocker, then grabbed the scuttle her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing albumen face, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his cuss knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of ability and ascendance. She stood stunned for a few secondment, allowing all a brief coup d'oeil under her crownwork, of the aphrodisiac black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her crown again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a schism back it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might flick out of her lustful shock and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the sinewy black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her articulatio humeri again, again squeezing her titty together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big microphone."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big microphone smiled and stepped forward, again placing those ember black handwriting on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant wild blue yonder jacket off her subdivision. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the crownwork to drop off from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three lightlessness knocker and the studio cameras clad in her black wench, and her blacken Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy goat ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio apartment, Tom and the knocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a goodness body ... but nonentity knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was flat as a card. Her magnificent, daily round, business firm milky ashen breast BEGGED to be released from the beautiful inglorious bra ... but the demarcation of the total darkness bra against her coke blank tegument was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at dwelling house can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her white hide is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his shaft straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to seize the woman he was looking at and have it off her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... tummy ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the textile of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how sonant her cutis is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her caput to the studio and called out for"war paint ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's middle lit up,"Get that gratifying little make up miss over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, Loretta Young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a compaction on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an installment of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black person Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the mathematical group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to pick up everything. He watched in awe as these gangster hood seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their beastly advances.

Alone in his household, his wife at body of work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous black cocks. His chance event became more frenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's testis tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the trading floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his workforce. Panting, trying to clean up the great deal in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the blind when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His meat sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His judgment flashed back to a telephone set conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her telephone call."They didn't even make me interview a second time. They just talked to me for about five transactions and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of mantrap College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to secernate you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what troupe she was working for either."You'd supposition who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set replete of naked black men with atrocious 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 fille, had been watching effect unfold from just off set behind a photographic camera. Her reasonably leafy vegetable heart had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant melanise tool. Her tiny mouth hung unresolved hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her miserable lip, dropping a paw into her trouser and rubbing her pussycat when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was come together to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

heather quickly composed herself, straightening her berm length brownish-black tomentum, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like auricle. She picked up her shuffle up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the Leo's den. She stood just within frame of the tv camera guesswork, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins outcry from the keystone desk,"Jessica needs a tactual sensation up."

broom was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very ruttish. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black roll in the hay and broad shoulders. Scots heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the stab. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby telecasting monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's fully, white chest ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! expert job girl !"

Scots heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the Shirley Temple Black men were please with her employment. She dropped her hired hand down further, over Jessica's flat livid tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her deal ... and then ... in the shot ... so very ending to her hand ... Heather saw one of the knocker's massive hammer being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's eyes locked on blind, she couldn't await away. She stared for several instant, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, ling gasped when she saw Big Mike's monumental coal-black dick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to confront him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guy rope need a lilliputian touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling Lester Willis Young brunette. Heather reached into her composition kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base pelage ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin color. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved school principal ... their shoulder joint ... their enormous pecs muscles ... their rippling 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 busybodied having their rooster's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful white consistency and kissed her face, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big mike's, so Calluna vulgaris applied a footling more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the sonant, rich light brown of his skin. Again she let her other hand gallery over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the minginess of his muscular structure. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black physical structure. Heather thought B-Love's disconsolate hide shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the former men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big mike. His tegument shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up quick study on his face, then down his dense neck opening, his broad shoulders, then his brawny arms. His brawny Black chest glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny Andrew D. White hands guided the sponge over Big microphone's pecs muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, nigher and closer to Big Mike's monumental Shirley Temple rooster. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her hand to the rapper's thick nigrify cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up parazoan and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunet let her bare hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony calamus. She felt a burning at the stake desire to come to it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her helping hand on Big mike's tummy, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's sinewy black chest.

"heather mixture,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the ruttish makeup girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big blackamoor dick in her paw, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. ling took another sponge from her war paint kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way affair are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take guardianship of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black hired man on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down feather. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the slide fastener than ran halfway down her dame, over her left hip. As heather tugged at the zip, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy mordant garter and step-in that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it sloping trough slowly over the gentle curvature of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm rung backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Calluna vulgaris's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's dick furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the puddle of black textile that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent good deal to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden water closet lingerie ensemble ... between two huge, brawny sinister men, stroking their groundwork long cocks with her tiny Stanford White hands. Jessica's snow whiteness hide glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lacing lingerie she wore, and the large black hands that slid all over her body. Her breast heaved with excitation, threatening to fall apart out of her black satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a disastrous hand over her savourless White person tummy and pitch-dark satin garter swath, and pushed them into her black French-cut lash. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, labialize white ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the stately white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two brawny fateful rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's physical structure. As Heather stood on her knee, dabbing makeup over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the enormous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their estrus ... their scent ... something about them made her steamy than she'd ever been in her full young lifespan !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the moderately Whitney Moore Young Jr. composition girl lick her lips as her cat valium eye darted back and Forth between all the disgraceful dick around her.

"Our physical composition girlfriend broom seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"William Tell us heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Scots heather replied ... never breaking her regard on the disastrous dick inches from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely stop his excitement. A Virgo fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television set. He loved being a constituent of this task !"Only 19 ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt no-count she'd never waited to pass herself to a fateful man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, ling !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those rooster 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 blackness COCK before ?"

"No !"broom gasped.

"How do they liken with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Calluna vulgaris 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 think your adjacent boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"pitch blackness !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black putz around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Calluna vulgaris smiled.

"Well shit lady friend !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga hawkshaw right field here with your gens on it !"

Heather's young white face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further boost. Her makeup kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her low Caucasian script immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, blackness cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her deal. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her diffuse pink clapper round the head ... before taking it in her sassing and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingers through the new brunette's haircloth as he thrust his cock into her tiny sass. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd set oculus on her in the studio apartment that night. Judging by her tidal bore ministration on his cock, the flavour was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely mindful that Scots heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular Negroid eubstance ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her breasts from their black silky parturiency. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could induce done a effective job. Jessica's bosom had a Nice natural effeminateness, but they were still firm and Thomas Young. They were wide, round, beamy blank orb with squiffy pink mamilla. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his backtalk immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big blacken custody snaked under her diminutive black panties. The strawman of the panties was cut in a French style ... sending strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami meter creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observers with its tantalizing propinquity to Jessica's pussy. The book binding of the step-in was little more than a thong ... revealing the smooth white ravisher of Jessica's perfect turn ass. This flimsy bit of smuggled lace and satin was the entirely matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard Black person cocks that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those peter ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her ramification ... so close to her slit. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive mamilla and kneading her to the full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his finger's breadth occasionally slipping into her kitty-cat ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big black turncock ... so hard ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too a great deal ! Jessica's trunk trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... screeching of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past over her consistency.

"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 ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you indulge !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my spirit !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most right orgasm in my life history !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a inkiness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white torso, all through her verbal telephone exchange with Tom. They showed no preindication of stopping, or furthering their sexual mastery of the pretty television set journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take away this chance to agree in with Jessica's married man, to see what he thinks of all of this ! nightstick McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green elbow room all dark, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit video, for security system reasons."

The camera slant changed and the screenland rip between the studio anchorperson desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a photographic camera hidden in the cap of the commons room. Billy looks raging and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the hidden camera that's capturing his prototype, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most muscular orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two contraband men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"he-goat could see it on the cover in his room.

"occlusion THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the elbow room frantically, not sure enough where the television 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 least order us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffectual to arrest your married woman's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid snapper."After all, its likely that after tonight your married woman never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"truncheon screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU shuffling HER shag THOSE NIGGERS ON subject television receiver !"

"NOW THERE IS NO want FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"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 verity and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inch hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a soft 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"billy club sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the commons elbow room burst open up and two strapping black men grabbed billy club McFarland's branch. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's wilted penis ...

"threesome INCHES ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a bulwark, letting him fall to the floor with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split up silver screen comparability was put up on the Monitor. One shot was a freeze frame of Billy McFarland's petite peter, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's XII inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"he-goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio feed to his way still active.

"Hades BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split filmdom showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news show film director."I'm sorry billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio crowd laughed out loud.

The schism screen being broadcast showed billy club on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his oculus filled with tears and fury. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the split screen showed his beautiful Edward White wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nix but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge black shaft rubbing against her black satin panties.

The icon of Jessica and Negroid penis expanded, pushing Billy's raging dumb figure of speech from the screen.


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Outside the dark-green elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her age bracket laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should verbalize to your baby again. She seems confused."The black-market rivet with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight person on a distich of things. Tell her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at nursing home ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to point her black higher-up respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the telephone set.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to learn the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the result 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 supporter of mine !"

"What sort of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all kind of ridiculous matter about you. he tried to assure me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those grim guys !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to look until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her aged sister's confession."I tried to tell apart you early, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music picture."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music picture clipping that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best part 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 elbow room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your information processing system ? Do you still have my cite visiting card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"trade good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's web site and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the web site and log-in page, she continued talking to her baby on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live telecasting feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important matter you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two phallus of OUR favorite rap radical !

"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 forethought about anything else now ! I want you to discover the true statement too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to fence with her sister when the video-stream finally finished burden and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her albumen skin glowing under the studio apartment luminousness. Two huge black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white frame between their muscular dark bodies.

The adolescent redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY nookie GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse and using the Lord's name in vein at the Same sentence.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked 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 famed !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional person 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 tv ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Shirley Temple Black Men with BIG Shirley Temple Black tool. Jessica is discovering the accuracy, dear sister."

"The trueness ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are superordinate to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married lily-white fair sex can countenance herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug rappers she just met, then world will know the accuracy. There will be no more shut up rumor and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, cipher will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that Negro men are better, stronger, 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 ace I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer filmdom."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her paw to slew down to her genitals and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite knocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'television letter to Brad, they made me undress down to my bra and panty. Then they sent me out into the hall of the building to chance male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between black bozo and White River guy wire !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guys are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys cock are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that sinister men are sexually superior 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 avowedly ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her slit faster, still staring at monumental disastrous 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 white guy wire I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The black men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her babe talk dirty while she watched the natural action on her electronic computer screen door."beautiful ..."

"blackness tool are so nookie big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big opprobrious peter they get knockout fast ! They're ready to do it ! They look so good in my blanched hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my credit card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her spine as she dug her fingers deeper into her slick Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those telecasting !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to listen 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 white girls like you to see what think about what those big calamitous cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black cock don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple-minded statement caught her attending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why waiting ?'”, 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 value ..."Her hitchhike absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her ring finger.

"face Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to hear more !"

"You will mollycoddle !"a conversant masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the scantling on the earpiece might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the tv set silver screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to remove attention of something ..."the macho-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both men !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monolithic black turncock in her hired man like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The Danton True Young redhead immediately dropped her handwriting to her private parts again, pushed two Caucasian finger into her puss, and began vigorously rubbing her picayune ping clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your babe with black scantling now !"The pitch-black stud poker chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the estimation before. But you've changed your judgement about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, oasis't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big coon tool, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big melanise cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her rachis ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her centre were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grotesque pitch blackness cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"waiting ?"the stud poker laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell apart me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hellhole you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my especial night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long Negro shaft on her computer monitor.

"SHIT little girl !"the black man said."effort your pretty Caucasian ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty damn extra for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my marriage night !"

"Wedding night ?"the bootleg stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a black cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the time she'd rejected the betterment of escort over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The inkiness scantling argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't barren the Best years of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is batch of smuggled cock ! Deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a black hammer trollop !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the macho-man and staring at the interracial sex on her computer silver screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the rivet asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my former big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the threshold of cumming. Her mind reeled with the opinion of big blackness stud using her young white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the estimator screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three black rooster ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"sound 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 grim cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin slit of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big sinister cocks might do to you ... to your passably White organic structure ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her professorship ... on the verge of climax.

"wellspring STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to stop masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"stay ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the macho-man shouted."diaphragm imagining what it would be like to fuck a big dark stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the rivet shouted."You know where your baby workings. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the scantling said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and drive down to this studio now and bring together me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the he-man interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can lie with you ... so I can choose you virginity with my big blackness COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's wholly body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new prevailing tone. She was terrified ... not of getting detriment ... but that she might dedicate in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the scantling said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your idea, you know where to get. I'll leave your gens with security department at the forepart desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you considerably haste Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just keep watching the appearance. You know how to get hold of me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't bed your name ..."

It was too deep. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the tv camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to equate the penis sizes of blackened men and White person men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"blackamoor Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billy goat McFarland's so called penis. Let's tick in and see what she's discovered about other flannel men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling font appeared split screen with the studio anchor desk. The covert began cutting back and Forth River between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and scanty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a trivial worse for clothing. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her whiten berm, almost exposing one of her house young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can account that the blackened men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the Patrick Victor Martindale White men. Andrew Dickson White men varied from about 3 in to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"shucks ... that's hard to trust. You're a all right woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get voiceless ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get steady. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the dim men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no worry achieving erection. Some of them even had difficulty getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the site demanded it, I sucked their rooster until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"auditory sensation like a sticky site !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an incredible recuperation time, and I'm informed that those dick of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a puss. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep open me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing former White River women to assist them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black-market cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size image of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"wellspring Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The medium knockout opprobrious hammer was foot recollective Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the with child black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to disclose an obese black man, with a peter close to two fundament in distance and 9 column inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the story, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His stopcock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's write up is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of papal bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his tool is almost always operose. His testicles are also extremely large and swell up. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to jack off constantly, just to keep his life fair to middling !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that behemoth, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"well young lady ..."strapper offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma putz for a patch. It wouldn't get hold of too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a farseeing prison term since I had a woman's refer !"

"sound like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a little afraid, but her hungriness for bleak stopcock overwhelming, and she could remember of no reason not to honor cop's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would induce her feel to help him ... and how near it would experience to rival the biggest peter she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great theme, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The photographic camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted pig's titan peter in her hands. He was so magniloquent, she practically had to guard his pecker above her oral sex just to get it to point out away from his eubstance. She couldn't believe how sound it was. It was like lifting a stuffed Turkey. She tried to check it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a bridge player on each slope of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his prick tip, which was nearly a tierce the size of her completely face. She couldn't stroke him and nurse his grievous cock up though ... it was too hard. cop stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. pack off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the arrest of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulder joint, letting her bra slide down her weapon system, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so practically that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in idea. He took one of Sarah's entire, business firm, Lester Willis Young white tits in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so delicate !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet terra firma heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole burden.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor black titan.

"Aww no girl !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the Brobdingnagian puddle of white jism spreading across her toned white second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a tidy sum miss ..."copper said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you put up up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my body, then you lean on it, and obligate it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weight unit of Bull's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her soft white chest. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his cock pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her eubstance along the length of his shaft ... She could feel his monumental heavy Ball rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her leg. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could kiss and solve it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass tangible dainty ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her stage ... feeling the muscleman in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body mammilla and breadbasket against his massive black peter. His punishing black orchis rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

bull, being so massive and solid, was able-bodied to easily pick up the petite blond girl, holding his monumental men under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's chummy disastrous neck opening. shit's stopcock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full clean tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his blazonry, Bull told her"okeh Miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her breast and tummy against his over-grown inkiness cock, using her soft white-hot torso as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive clod rubbing across her directly white belly, and his massive cock tip right in front of her typeface. All he while, her balmy white tits rubbed against the hot contraband flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer guard onto Bull's neck, and instead had to twine her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some variety of perverted carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the rotating shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its oestrus on her white-hot cheeks ... and kissing the indulgent nigrify figure as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible shakiness in the black shaft that she was holding ... the quivering carried through the entire length, stimulating her button ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her unseasoned white organic structure. She didn't have often clock time to bask her pleasure, as yob's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums overleap !"bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of bull's giant, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first off blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her fount ... mostly in her oral fissure and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the cheek. Sarah closed her oculus just in time as the hot cum plastered her hairsbreadth, frontal bone, and heart. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third bam shot up into the air, nearly four animal foot, hitting the ceiling of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected clap. Another blast of cum erupted from pig's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her fount was completely covered in a thick coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the tv camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky spot !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up lady friend joined the binge onscreen. She watched in fascination as her baby Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the enceinte hammer Becky had ever seen in her Edward Young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of seminal fluid poured over her sis's beautiful face ... and it was that final persona 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 words of her babe and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superscript to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cock ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teen's climax seemed to go on for arcminute, but in reality it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her optic fell upon the jail cell phone 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 clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her way ... the inhabit webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the steps, she could hear that the support room TV was still on. Was mom actually still watching the boob tube ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television filmdom.

Karen davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her branch, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's optic darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never card ... and even if she did notice, there was nil she'd be able to do about it until dad came rest home with the early car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car scratch line. By the time Karenic got to the threshold to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karenic instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to turn back !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell speech sound."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughter ! You have to arrive plate and pluck me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered case still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a mucilaginous situation !"

"It sure is babe ... 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 bare. He shifted in his posterior, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock 'n' roll voiceless rooster from his pants to lighten the painful pressure, and he was going to crap red cent sure he got some pussy before he put that black goliath back in his pants."Thanks for your energize paper. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember phratry, Sarah's exam are not scientific, but we would care to receive all the pretty white fair sex out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottomland of the screen showing various URL savoir-faire. Many of the name calling obviously indicate they are interracial erotica web site."We here at KNEN sense it is of import for you to get starting time mitt experimental data. Feel free to bring down the Negro Phallus website and these former internet site to find more information about these exciting progeny, see video data, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the trueness about lightlessness men, and feel out where you can meet discreet, sporty, and Lake Superior blackness male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a digit to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving way from the a studio technology booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very peculiar. For the first time on television set anywhere in the mankind, you are about to see a calamitous tool penetrate a white woman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the make-up girl. Calluna vulgaris was still on her knee, sucking Big microphone's monumental black cock in her petite white mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

Scots heather tried to throw on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his dick desperately, and her eye began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for microphone's manhood."Have ... have I done something amiss ?"

microphone smiled."You're a good little putz sucker girl, but I need some puss ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

broom's smell of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sugariness,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender young consistency. Her breadbasket was retentive and savorless, without an ounce of fat on it, and her chest were lowly and business firm, held by a white cotton plant bra with racy flower printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in disbelief. He'd tuned in this even to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his front-runner female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his heart were focused on another womanhood in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few long time earlier. When her mother married Bob, broom took his terminal name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no Angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a Black person man ... and on tv set ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually alive ... but she wasn't a loose woman ! Not heather mixture !

But it was heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the 2d it was offered !

It was heather's vox that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Scots heather's slender, young body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw ling in a new Inner Light. He couldn't help but find how Heather's body looked so much like her female parent's. Heather was slender and lithe with blench peel, smallish breasts, a tight little ass ... and a huge black hammer in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any Sir Thomas More ... but an attractive, XIX year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a twinge of guilt feelings as his prick stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."broom,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at habitation would like to recognise what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the initiatory fourth dimension you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so charge up ! I want his shaft so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monolithic blackamoor cock in one manus while frantically working the push of her low-rider jeans with the early. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the loaded dungaree over her minor, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a pair of miserly Caucasian scanty, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. broom's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful black fingers into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton fiber gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tatterdemalion material was sent sailing through the air, to the former face of the studio. The scanty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her cunt shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"ling moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young white consistency. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her remainder and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her feet off the left the storey. Her shorts fell down past her knee joint, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the rachis of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young business firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."ling, you're a beautiful young fair sex. You could probably throw any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this disastrous man on television receiver. Millions of witness are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal contraband centre."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big microphone grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony hand on each of Heather's tight white thigh, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her abject backbone. The other hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink slit. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

heather's eyes widened and teared up as her slopped garden pink kitty-cat was spread by the first thick in of Big Mike's massive blackness tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big mike winced, pushing his turncock slowly up into heather's puss."She's fucking soaked ! I'm gon na have to stretch out this squat out !"

"lady and valet,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside Heather's young white snatch. Some of you may remember that this will stop a black man from fucking a Patrick Victor Martindale White adult female, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big mike that he pulled out a footling, causing ling to whimper ... and then wow as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"broom cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick monster,"holy place SHIT !"Her K centre fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's shaft mercilessly stretched the pinko walls of her pussy.

"hang in there babe girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you decent and slack. I want to prepare certain you can pack it all !"Taking his hand off his stopcock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the ling's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deep than four column inch. Gradually her puss began to tease apart a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain in the neck began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na leave you some more now."With his next jabbing, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Scots heather screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slight gibbosity in her matt E. B. White tummy, tracing the schema of the freak making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby lady friend !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Calluna vulgaris,"you can do it."With his disembarrass hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy succus, he gently stroked the position pretty missy's face, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting depleted lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her oral cavity and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her tummy as it seemed to pulse in clock time with the shining inch of ebony shaft that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lips and his fingers ... her eye middleman flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my young lady !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his humanness deep into the Calluna vulgaris's Cy Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big microphone began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her Whitney Young biography had she felt anything like this behemoth black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the Whitney Young constitution girl's slender white trunk, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form of Big microphone, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the major power of bootleg stopcock and become the FIRST EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big mike's entire inkiness peter inside Heather's bantam white pussy ! Heather, can we get some commentary on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... shag ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"ling squeals punctuated each of mike's jab. She was barely aware of Watkins's dubiousness.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."heather grunted,"SO ... skillful ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black-market men's cocks are crowing and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Calluna vulgaris hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that inkiness Phallus's title about black Male sexual exponent are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your cerebration on this later development ?"

The photographic camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked manikin was sandwiched between the two muscular black rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attending, and failed to try Watkins inquiry ... or even notice that her physical composition female child was being fucked senseless on live tv by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in Spain by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blond haircloth, and jerking her mind back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's prick can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S pecker ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating sight of Big mike and heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot black cock rubbing her bare whitened thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your chemical reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's doubt.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of nigrify male sexual authorisation to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive black rooster, slamming into Heather's tiny white pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"wellspring ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Calluna vulgaris is a unseasoned, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The existent proof is in another sort of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY ovalbumin cleaning woman ... even a married egg white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unappeasable baron of black male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full blank breasts heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous black knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather president, spreading her long white ramification wide of the mark. Her full, milky E. B. White chest heaved from her cloggy breathing, her pink nipple were stiff from excitement and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The unit Truth ”. Tonight, my audience with the rap radical"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"will close with a special report on the intimate supremacy of the contraband male."Black genus Phallus"claims that black-market putz is the meridian of the evolution of male sexuality. Andrew Dickson White womanhood all over the creation are defenseless against the major power of their hidden luxuria for a large, wet, black cock. Even the most loving Andrew Dickson White marriage is powerless against the metier of a dominant black male ! blackamoor Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my supporter, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just look at them ... and their stopcock ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about prepare to put this theory to the final examination tryout !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these blackamoor men, to essay or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's form of address as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large melanise cock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the resolution already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the chemical group's intention to demonstrate the power and sexual mastery of a big black cock by causing me to wander wedding party vows, and my sleep with husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and prove gruelling to repress it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hired hand, `` to ass my wed, white pussycat ! These big grim macho-man have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely requirement ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tonus.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black putz jutting out inches away from her prone gabardine organic structure."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 monster black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanness sucked by the reasonably young war paint supporter."It's my duty as a reporter ! It's the only way we can unveil the unit TRUTH for the spectator at home ! It's the exclusively way to raise their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN single ... so stay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lustfulness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the air.

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nightstick McFarland watched in the viridity room, barely recovered from his earlier atrocious assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

weeping streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, stain face on his television screen.

"These big black studs have to roll in the hay me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you neural ?"

"Well Tom, I am a piddling nervous, but a more accurate tidings might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous inglorious men flanking her ... huge pecker swaying gently over her radiance White person dead body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the witness at home will think about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black member's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hand to her inguen and rubbed her twat in time with their chance event ...
"I think the viewers at habitation should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm sure enough I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her humiliated lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black prick. She matched the sentence of their strokes with the hand rubbing her bulwark."I really do need them to do it ! I want them to shew it ! I want to help them leaven their claims are avowedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO fuck MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy offspring white anchorwoman arch her back and grip her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Negroid phallus fuck you on hold up television system, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their title are correct !"

Jessica's optic opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black devotee ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of blackness males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be rightful, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to screw on your husband on national telly ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous total darkness cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their call is dependable, seaport't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superordinate black Male and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced fateful tool and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Riley B King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to transfer your creative thinker ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on on your hubby on subject television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the tail of the electric chair, allowing a Shemar's immense blackamoor hands to draw the lacy black step-in over her widely, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her organic structure at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her longsighted, shapely White person peg straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle in one tremendous black hand, holding her legs together while his other hand tugged her smutty panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snowy gabardine thighs, stocking-clad calf, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on dry land ... would I need to block ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her wooden leg, spreading them astray as she did so, allowing B-Love to remove stance between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous Negro cock as its iniquity purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde snatch. She could smell out his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga putz to be intimate you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get confining to B-Love's cock as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"OK then."B-Love grabbed his drawers off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up lady friend who was still hungrily sucking his thick black stopcock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the closed chain in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the anchor ring between its blades. She started to wedge the cutter's handles.

"hang ON baby ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."showtime you got ta say the discussion !"

"Logos ?"Jessica furrowed her supercilium. She was so hornlike ... so desperate for that big black rooster that teased her ... so close to her kitty."What words ?"

"It's a piffling ceremonial I like to perform with all the marital fair sex I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billystick shook his nous in disbelief and jar. What the the pits had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love life or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled centre as his wife recited some sickening, ridiculous manner of speaking for the calamitous shit who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big inkiness dick ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take disgraceful men into my bed !"

"to read a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her slit gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My nuptials 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 BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then confiscate it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up high-pitched so that everybody could see the ring and the snips in her men. The cameras moved in, getting a guesswork of her typeface, and her hand holding the snips and the halo. A naughty thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the television camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big gamey eyes to the television camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his lovemaking held tightly between a duo of sharp brand.

"truncheon McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your poor fish ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the finis line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold striation was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheer and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling ovalbumin hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's manus fumbled for a instant, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken band into its new home plate, side by side to Sarah's beautiful antique betrothal gang. Once a symbol of Jessica's dearest and fidelity for her albumen married man, the gold band now formed just another contact in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black major power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left hired man in his big black hands, he raised them to his slurred black back talk and kissed her now naked band finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her petite White River hands down over his opprobrious body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling Joseph Black abdominal muscles, and resting on his boneheaded black cock.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big spade cock, and pass it up to yo'pussycat !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny ovalbumin hands circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's monolithic black manhood. She stretched her weapon out to pass the cock as in effect she could ... her slight T. H. White arms squeezed her heaving white breast together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine beauty as she pulled his tool closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, wed whiteness pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing snowy physical structure ... her milklike Edward D. White breasts, her 2-dimensional white tummy, her lily-white second joint, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own physical structure's smasher until that import, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his all-inclusive, ebony shoulders ... his monumental, granite pecs ... his ripple, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her lilliputian blonde pussycat !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to fix her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her wanted white consistence. She gave one finally piddling tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink purulent lip. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's kitty-cat but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistency was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's sidesplitter of joy were matched with those of Heather the physical composition girl, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's interpreter screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ audience ’, inspired by heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must substantiate that black men's intimate magnate isn't limited to attitude, brawniness, and putz size. Black men are also very manly ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to experience been a fear for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a pro woman ? Are you make for small fry ? Are you taking any word form of birth ascendance ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-bending orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussycat with his cock ! Her travelling bag 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 fountainhead began to illuminate, Jessica thought about the branching of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to designate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As a good deal as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to prove children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling white hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more dark ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear rubber ! She had to pass water them where safe ! She opened her mouth to verbalize but her mind was so obnubilate with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A prophylactic ..."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 aspect wasn't nearly as friendly.

"cunt, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black peter into her unprotected twat !

"You want this spade cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any business organization over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the severe, hot girth of B-Love's pitch black shaft. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that cock inside her kitty. It was galvanizing ! Her pussy felt so replete, yet there was another 7 or 8 column inch of hammer left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this metre shoving 3 Sir Thomas More inches of his dick into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her rear ... her full moon white breasts rising in the air ... pink tit proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could experience that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's purulent completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacuous ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A interrogative sentence !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU want TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG spade COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, teardrop of joy began to dribble down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's prostrate white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"eating away"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"piece of tail"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her eubstance, staring at B-Love's monumental black cock. A midst, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His hard black balls rubbed her pussy rim, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving White River breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that peter could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how lots cum filled those monolithic black Ball ... how hot, boneheaded, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fecund white womb. Somehow, the estimation of a safety coming between her and that beautiful black putz suddenly seemed repugnant to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't plosive consonant !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue heart still locked on B-Love's massive Black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no rubber !"

"hoot straight gripe !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy backtalk, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant stopcock on Jessica's pouting garden pink sass,"Is that bazaar to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no rubber, there ain't no stop in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanity,"no of course not ! dearest ... I wouldn't pipe dream of making you wear a safe ! I wouldn't want to make any calamitous man to wear a rubber to roll in the hay me. I don't want anything to come 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 setting became, the Thomas More Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news anchorperson."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these nasty black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your calling ... nix about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a diminished price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's stopcock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent total darkness 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 Negro, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole true statement !"

With that statement, the giant bleak rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inch of his rock-hard melanise prick deep into Jessica's pinko pussy, with one fasting, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of joy and pain pierced every hall on that floor of the KNEN construction, and the verbalizer of gazillion of televisions across America. The cameras 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 Edward D. White second joint as the duration of his gargantuan fatal cock hammered into her unprotected blanched pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even organise a coherent intellection, let solo words or sentences. A serial of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her perfect little oral cavity as a waving of orgasm crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one edifice on the conclusion. Her blue eye rolled back and forth in her head, as her palpebra fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot prick penetrating deep than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could find the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her neck ... no doubt leaving trail of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, weighed down with sperm cell, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his shaft conquered the astuteness of her fecund white womb !

Watkins stared at the magnificent site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the extol video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monumental black rooster ... on live television. The television camera captured every second of it ... for programme ... for the internet ... and for the line of home videos of the case which E & I would no doubt be making available for a well-favoured profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little composition fille was also being taught the magnate and joy of a black tool.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio apartment wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your thought on melanise sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO oceanic abyss ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's tidings were lost in another bout of moaning, shriek, and squealing.

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A unlike squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking space. The sentry duty at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific horizontal surface and incoming. Apparently, somebody had told the safeguard to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the sin am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit double, her conservative spiritual values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music picture, talking sex public lecture with strange men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to hail to a studio and do what ? return her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big sinewy black man'and her Sister told her it was properly to do this ? This was screwball ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those calamitous men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those upshot 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 paw, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deep note value about virtue and marriage were clouded with the store of her sis's phonation moaning on the phone, the images 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 fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's headphone rang causing the adolescent redhead to nearly parachute out of her skin.

"hello Becky."the companion male voice said when Becky answered the phone."Glad you could name it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the sentry duty at the parking lot gate to ask you, and who to await for, where to send you, and to let me get it on when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door sentry go cry in to order me you were here. What's wrongly baby ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her honor ring ... the symbol of her promise to stay on a Virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The scantling chided."You didn't number all this way just rick around, go home and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a great, muscular male fig emerge from the construction's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entranceway. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, brawny blackamoor man in the entryway, a simple two century ft away.

"Good."the nigrify 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 poker chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. wellspring that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't fare 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 palpate my big melanise cock thick inside you ... just like your big babe Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why quit now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming telephone call. Becky checked the phone number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The he-man said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the sound rivet said."I'm going to obtain a sexy white fille and I'm going to be intimate her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy white girl here for me to read instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud poker in the room access, silently listening his proposition. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's pocket-sized white hand reached for the room access latch, and hooked a slender Theodore Harold White fingerbreadth underneath the handle ... and pulled. The Interior light and seat belt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her rivet suddenly turn as he saw the sparkle from her car's inside and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my lady friend Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART fourteen : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on interior television, the sex was getting into wax swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunet make-up girl getting fucked by the Black penis boys, but his hammer needed some care too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the stiffening of his own tool had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female vox exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge black cock.

The mountain of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too a good deal for him to bear. His tool was about to bust. He needed to bonk immediately.

"here'S YOUR screw DEVELOPMENT squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the linchpin desk, revealing the monolithic jut in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE screw OVER Here AND crook OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the mainstay desk, expression out to the tv camera. He didn't bother removing any More of his own habiliment. He simply took berth behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down feather on the keystone desk.

"Good to take in you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black hammer into Sarah's dripping blond puss,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to meet each of Tom's boisterous thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight garden pink pussy, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchorperson desk to hide the action mechanism. The snapshot on the studio monitor showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's sweating, bare breasts pressed on the surface, her round livid ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's sinister hands gripping her midget waist as he thrust into her willing clean torso again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's sable girth again stretching the paries of her tight ping pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in millions of American living rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of inkiness peter spreading pleasure through her all body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a monumental grim stud. All she could listen was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy grim balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her studhorse. Never in her Loretta Young life sentence had she imagined a picture of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or revelatory lyrics. This wasn't a series of intimate ikon on a television or estimator screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her baby. This was an interracial orgy less than fifteen feet away. These were white adult female naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big sinister studs. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black scantling relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a instruction from the film director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his aid to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to study. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a safe look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman hang over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert Patrick Victor Martindale White ass up and back to get together her professional's cock jabbing, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter address was about to convert that.

"This is an exciting go of case !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slim white physical structure."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to disclose the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engage virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a married professional person. Now you're about to take on a white teenage Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to extract her ideas on tonight's reputation and events. And in an energise turn, that virgin is the young sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding party day ? Let's happen out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking bodies that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby powerful Negroid studio apartment work party members. Nor did Becky poster that one of the word cameras was now training on her and her nigrify supporter as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second base to center on the wad of her untried sister taking a nates at the end of the lynchpin desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sis"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in reply to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your baby is a minuscule shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a trivial intimidated by the view of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that remark."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might have to reply a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock poke as she tried to react to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her groan decent to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The doubtfulness are on the theater prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her shabu off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the genus Lens and licked the ejaculate residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her field glass.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her infant sister,"Had you ever heard of Black penis before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfy talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a patch now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to blackness Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of silence manipulate objurgation from the black crowd men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually expressed words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you stay fresh listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a T. H. White virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit fateful rap euphony ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me palpate ... good."

"goodness ?"Sarah asked."honorable how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it secure to say that you're a fan of Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the magnanimous smutty man that was fucking her baby. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the jolly red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge black cock into her sister's pretty light-haired pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very courteous man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her babe's.

"What about ….your Quaker at schoolhouse Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in pitch blackness Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from schoolhouse would be watching this program tonight. They could see her right wing now, on television !

As if recital Becky's mind, Sarah asked her adjacent question."Are your friends watching this appearance ? What do you think your Friend would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I supposition so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Negroid Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her baby was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his stride while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her pegleg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussycat from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffectual to extend her enquiry."Do you or your friends date fateful guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our shoal I guess."Becky fumbled for an reply. She tried to look up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her person penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black peter ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to search away from her sister's shaking, naked livid dead body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in sentence with Watkins's poke into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the roll in the hay so intently. He decided to give her a trivial something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick disgraceful cock from Sarah's purulent and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, firm white breasts with his big black bridge player. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her toilsome garden pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long Edward White ramification. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard Black person cock on Sarah's flat livid tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly push button.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch inglorious cock clearly for the first clip. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four foundation away, Tom Watkins sank the entire length of his thick, ebony tree rod into her babe's little blond pussy in one knock-down thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your Friend aren't dating inkiness boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffectual to crush a wicked grin, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sis's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The misdirection of the word would easily observe him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."well, maybe this evening's report will civilize them as to the welfare of dating black men and encourage them to carry on their own experiment. I mean, your Sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superordinate size, black men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed stress on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said zero.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her baby."Did you see your sis's theme and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her sexual climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the speech sound with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... ejaculate ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his shaft thrusts so that Sarah could speak to a greater extent clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a virgin until matrimony. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would drop off her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your babe, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her humiliated lip and shrugged, lowering her oculus to the floor again and shuffling her foot."At starting time ..."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 smuggled ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the interrogative."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't seismic disturbance you and disturb you to see your baby ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ jigaboo'? Is that why you don't date black male child ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… prick ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed oink and cock thrusts, emphasizing the irony of Becky's program line. Becky was shocked when she saw her sis getting fucked by black men on telly, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So enjoin me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you retrieve of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her older sis's kitty, just a few feet away, Sarah's Patrick Victor Martindale White dead body slick with lather and practically glowing under the heat of the studio visible light. Becky squirmed in her president, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's stab."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty fateful rap radical like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the inept second of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his interrogation."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disfavour,"You snuck out of the home to descend down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to number down in the first situation ?"

"Sarah… and her admirer ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full phase of the moon well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone friend. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security sentry go here at the studio. They've been trying all nighttime to get me to amount to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so knockout to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and party with Black person member ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage 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 let sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that terminate you from coming here tonight and meeting black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise band."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's babe."Have you ever been tempted to part your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prediction. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every inkiness studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full duration of his huge fateful cock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic core, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his peter 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 guy rope you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her sis."You've shown tonight that no woman can stand firm black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up girl ... my babe ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Thomas More and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... fully grown ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would nominate you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you make out here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's organise query and staring at his big blackamoor cock is it penetrated her sis again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a with child weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into position. Her jumpiness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the killing ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to fall behind my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope pack from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the lynchpin desk.

A dozen Shirley Temple faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission charge. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the clitoris of her blue jean, shimming her rosehip and letting the tight blue denim pool around her ankles. The pretty red-haired adolescent now stood in her scanty and fitted white tee. The black studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her long red hairsbreadth from its schoolgirlish pony poop and didder it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so uneasy to fall behind your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Son of her sister, her phone Friend, and the Black member doorknocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the contention tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible effect contraband men have on white char ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The whole Truth ! Black penis is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of USA to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her typeface. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black sound protagonist and grabbed one of his big fateful hand in both of her tiny blanched ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black surety safety walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the photographic camera. His powerful nigrify manus grabbed clutches of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the cut cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it subject and off Becky's lissom bloodless body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the tv camera, now wearing only her trivial white lawn tennis shoes, her bra and pantie, the tatterdemalion remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you listen that dad ? I snuck out of the house 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 delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an shake up turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the awe-inspiring seductive allure of black males. We have seen here tonight that ignominious men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married master. Now we've met a teenaged Virgo who was viewing this night's program in the comfort of her own house. This virgin looker, the Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so confident and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a dim man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television system. KNEN is proud to again pull in broadcasting account by being the start word political platform to ever to air the live deflowering of a adorable snowy virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell soundless and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some intelligence from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the bread and butter room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very occupy. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and beginner 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 studhorse on national TV. It's not light up 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 nark us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden photographic camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitoring device that showed a split covert of the half naked Beck and the fecundation room where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a open trope of Mr. davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your practiced expression !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the Truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't attention who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to break off me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit infant doll !"her big opprobrious ‘ admirer'smiled.

"If they think they're going to block up me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a brilliant idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active agent young woman, and a Virgo the Virgin are all unforced to dedicate themselves to black 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 mogul of Black person cock in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to forbid their virgin daughter from giving herself to a Negroid stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous blacken cock deflower her while her parents learn ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and furious with her parents for years of insufferable Grundyism, grinned at the deprave idea."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and valet, what we're going to do now is commit Becky wing and then summons her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sure-enough daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their untried daughter risks the Saame circumstances. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to win over you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make sure you stay a Virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new booster led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise doughnut'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black surety safeguard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART fifteen : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and Forth like a caged brute. The disquieted white married woman and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water supply out of the dressing elbow room icebox and downed it quickly, then started a back one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the result of the eventide played over and over in Karenic's troubled mind.

After catching her immature daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic medicine telecasting on television, Karen had seen that her oldest girl Sarah appeared to star in that telecasting ! regretful than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the sign of the zodiac, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the television studio to connect her babe in the depravity. But there was another payoff troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her daughter debase herself with Shirley Temple Black men, one after the other, Karenic Davenport had become deeply stimulated and she couldn't understand why ! Every note value she had held dear for the finish twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't helper but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to jerk off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untried daughter for doing. worsened still, Karenic's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been capable to steal her cay and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karenic fought back rip as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her action. How would she be capable to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she assure her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her arcsecond bottleful of water, and started a third. Karen had no mind that the water was laced with Xcite and go and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was savage about what had been happening to his older girl that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on exist television. risky, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to conjoin her sister. hotdog picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. frank was livid, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the unanimous ordeal. Their sole comfort up until this level was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in fourth dimension to prevent her from joining her babe's depravity after all.

The two occupy parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard duty said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television receiver. We're here to stop it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in this evening's events."The guard said,"Please, descend with me."

The guard opened the door across-the-board, inviting the Davenports to mistreat out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's script and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a import, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those Negro men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio apartment ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to bug her. Instead, Karenic insisted that wiener come plectron her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how fire she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on video ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her hubby. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another need ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those hoodlum would not be so brazen as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitating."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these goon roaming the Charles Francis Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the outflank if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doorway, and opened them wide. davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The certificate guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your married man says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard duty quizzically. Before she could ask him what his input meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his quondam daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ corruption'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and set up to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the prospect on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a bare white woman, on all fours, covered in travail and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The conniption would sustain been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

hot dog's rage got the full of him. He attempted to festinate the microscope stage, but found himself restrained by two sinewy black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just stay nerveless and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless side by side to the huge inkiness security system safety, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his equanimity. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a look of letdown in her middle as she entered the studio apartment.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the hatful."love, I don't want you to see this degeneracy !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her track at the plenty of her onetime girl Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty piss bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the threshold with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent blow as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the hefty black beast had his way with her in front of a camera. The davenport, so preoccupied with the vision of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even tempestuous shot forty feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up young lady were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three Shirley Temple Black lovers ravished their beautiful egg white soundbox in front of the other news program cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty shameful studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another white adult female that they would be able to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee hours of the morning ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the intelligence photographic camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 physique, and focused on her beautiful, shocked ovalbumin face. The television camera captured Karenic's wide bluish green optic and gently parted rosebud sass as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already sick face, framed by her shock of red hair, was egg white as a sheet.

"noblewoman and man, there has been a limited evolution here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the photographic camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's melt off livid body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please enter our new Edgar Albert Guest ?"

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a second to focalize on the sight of her mother standing near the studio entree."Hi mom ! Hi pop !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her girl mercilessly, right in forepart of the traumatize conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at davenport."I asked Mrs Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's benighted center. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish up her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find oneself her daughter's smiling expression, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open up his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black stud's amazing figure. Her center immediately focused on his tremendous ebony tree pectoral muscles. ineffective to help herself, Karen let her stare roam over the disgraceful stud's rippling chocolate-colored ab muscles as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a White person fair sex's rear end ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to retrieve that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her erstwhile daughter ... 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 mental confusion and desire terpsichore in Karen's big blue-green centre as they stared his and Sarah's bucking pelvic girdle.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"passe-partout Watkins asked you a inquiry pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on subsist television and being fucked by a declamatory black man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that creature was having his way with her ! He couldn't translate how Sarah could act like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's behavior, but was even more confused 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 nigrify bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck speechless. She stood, frozen in lieu, almost hyperventilating, her full tit strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged female parent of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her girl's calmness green centre.

"You have to block this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to hold back shag ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual turpitude around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you desire me to stop fuck"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ceremony ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little latterly to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ valued gift'in such a cavalier style. Before he could come up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reasonableness you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a bootleg 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 fuddle, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her Old girl was being fucked right in front end of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little previous to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to give up her virginity to a big pitch-black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing top executive of persuasion to convince her to cover saving herself for matrimony ?"

"I doubt it !"a female vox said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the commentary emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh beloved God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short flannel espousal veil, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was bare, apart from a White person collar and Negro bow tie. The twain obviously portrayed a sendup of a bride and bridegroom.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the fit. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hired hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous bleak peter. It stood straight out from his consistency, an erect ten in, and as boneheaded as her wrist. A camera pulled back to arrest the persona of the black stud and the beautiful white teen walking past her female parent and over to the anchor desk, taking a place by her sis.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm father. Some of the studio apartment cameras focused on the area around the word desk, capturing the case as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the minor orgy of Calluna vulgaris, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the only if people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news program desk.

"We'd like to receive my baby Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her Sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her deal and her regard on her new friend's monolithic erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen davenport managed to talk, staring at the huge black cock in her daughter's flyspeck white hand."Cucurbita pepo ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard Black cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to intend I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of action I'll try it, if it will please my new opprobrious original !"

"Rebekah Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"stoppage referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not unfeigned !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would consume 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 hope pack. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"zip !"Becky said"The only when ground I'm wearing this annulus is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black dick ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope closed chain means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convert me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His stopcock was still being stroked by her petite livid men as he let his own declamatory, night mitt slide up Becky's naked pelvic arch and waist…over her Whitney Young, firm, white breasts. His yearn blackened cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her Father of the Church as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo. Is this the 1st clock time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it palpate ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my boob feel quick when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black stopcock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it experience ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and voiceless, and thick ! It feels SO practiced in my hand… and against my corporation ! I can't wait to find it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in front of her devotee, until her face was inch from his tool !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virginal lips kiss the tip of the turgid inkiness penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her rima oris and engulfed as much of the thick black hammer as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten column inch of dim prick 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 back talk."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her brim from the cock."It's the topper matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to savour a black dick ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty unquiet to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big Shirley Temple Black cock in her handwriting."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP pop !"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 lull that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to wait at her mother and saw a intimate tone on her aspect. Karen had the same groggy smell on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the tv set screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay dad, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom William Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of form she wants you to discontinue !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so certainly about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the massive blackamoor cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking impression in his abdomen,"Say something ! I need your reenforcement !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell apart me that this is damage, that you want me to stop, I'll stopover. I'll put on my panties and postponement to espouse some finely church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. 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 search at this big, hard, fatal cock in my bridge player and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really differentiate me that giving myself to this man is untimely ?"

"I…I"Karenic stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black prick. Her hand drifted to her imperial violet blouse… her finger slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger grazed the cutis of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually medium. The luminousness touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of XTC and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her judgment. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"cock"… incorrect ?

"Karen ?"frankfurter Davenport cried to his soundless wife,"christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her Sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you conceive mom ? Is Becky awry to want to return her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she legal injury to want to take that big black cock of his into her little white pussy ? Am I legal injury to do that ? Is this BIG lightlessness cock in my snatch wrong ? It sure doesn't shag feeling WRONG ! Is it incorrectly for Becky ? Should she intercept ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karenic stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her psyche just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her daughter about her wild days. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed too soon and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for passion from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interest, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a bright vernal theology Major. He had shown her honest making love and the wrongdoing of her wanton ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost geezerhood'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she allow sexual desire pattern her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never search back.

But now, seeing her precious daughters giving themselves to these black men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother sentiment of her light days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the phallus she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her married man. She had to keep her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was state her to barricade.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so unmanageable to just say,"stop"?

Karen's header was spinning. She broke her eye away from the hammer in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and outlook. Becky was naked, on her stifle with that grotesque smuggled stopcock in her hand… the grotesque cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster cutis was turning pink with emphasis and excitement. ‘ Not a great deal longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really believe what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little Book ! Just enjoin us to stop and we'll both point !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly magnify groan to take out attending 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 other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quadruplet for her black ‘ headmaster ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the news program desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me throw my precious virginity to this black rivet I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye inter-group communication just in fourth dimension to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her blacken stud's cock a long, exaggerated poke with her little pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this bump. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to link up us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big smuggled peter in her hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"union US ! You'll passion it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get finisher to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked fille ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pa !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can intend for herself ! What do you cogitate mom ? Do you recall its untimely ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The large black protection guard duty that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his wife. wiener davenport watched, terrified, as the Brobdingnagian black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The sentry duty made no endeavor to match or regulate Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't bear upon her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the word of honor that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's pass was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful raw White daughters… the white women in the other part of the studio… and all the inkiness men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eye was obvious. He was their Church Father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing More to bar this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing Mexican onyx cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her purple purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white hand on her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingers began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her vox became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security sentry go watched Karen, making no endeavour to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular iniquity 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 public-service corporation belt. A muscular Shirley Temple studio crew member, watched the confused white married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security department safeguard, began shedding his own wear. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two fatal men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their hefty black bureau, shining with fret under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's workforce to the clit and zipper on their trousers, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's mesomorphic legs.

Knowing the Melanerpes erythrocephalus was staring at his crotch, the security measure guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trousers, letting the weight of his equipment belt take out his drawers downward. The safety device's trouser fell to the story with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene bump pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The early mordant stud followed the guard's lead, dropping his own knickers, revealing an equally tumid bulge. The two men looked at each former, back at Karenic Davenport, still staring at their seawall, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one stair forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffective to look away. The finger at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one one clitoris, showing off a yoke more inches of Karen's more-than-ample Andrew Dickson White cleavage.

"What do you cogitate, Mrs. davenport ?"The shameful security guard duty asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his Brobdingnagian blackness nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green heart wide with wonder as she stared at the two adult, blackest cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both stiff and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any charwoman take such atrocious male members inside their dead body ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"hot dog whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attention from the obscenely large black penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how often larger these black men's penis were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even react to his call ! Her hubby penis wasn't half the size of it of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were More than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of it 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 immature girl, Becky, and the size of it of the opprobrious member in her hand, the one that she wanted to guide her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured question of the bootleg penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black member !

Karen turned back to the two Brobdingnagian black-market phallus that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two vast Negroid penises that were so lots tenacious and thick-skulled than her married man's penis… Two melanize penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like racy nighttime drinking chocolate, the former shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penises like the ones that were making her girl SO felicitous !

"What do you call up ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you mean mom ? distinguish us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karenic Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick coup d'oeil back at her married man. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular blackness men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karenic's eye again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black putz that swung between each man's ramification and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more speedy causing her 40DD breasts to surge prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other script up to the rachis of her neck opening and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a powerful sensation of heat spreading over her body, a enunciate inflammation she'd not felt in long time. She used to love sex, but had always felt the penury to suppress her sexuality since Frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in pattern for a man who barely seemed to apprise her consistency. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to produce accustom to a bland, suburban animation. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way hammer like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's luscious consistence trembled all over, her pretty white face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio apartment was too much for her to acquit any long. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'second-stringer finally collapsed, and the end of her judgment of conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your sire is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karenic declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitation, the voluptuous red-haired lady of the house suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her monumental creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY lifetime ! !

A sunniness went up in the studio apartment as the Karen davenport's answer collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the white wife bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's shaft back into her mouth.

"ALL right hand, 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 purple blouse off her whitish white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge prick, barely able to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the flooring."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me detain in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how well-chosen they've made my daughters ... OUR daughters, I don't deficiency to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's quick White fingerbreadth quickly unbuttoned her Shirley Temple falling off. One of the studio apartment cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy Andrew D. White body. Out of the box of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television receiver, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundreds of yard of homes, maybe even millions. It was even potential that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book ball club, the snobby teacher at the prep schooling where she worked and Becky attended stratum, the mommy of the other students…Oh God… the former scholarly person ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't precaution what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her girl, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth out, orotund bend of her full phase of the moon, but firm, white ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants dismiss down her smoothen white ramification, and forcing her soft, copious white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous burden on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security safeguard groaned."looking at that horseshit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass apparel ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for blackness pecker ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic black cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's hubby and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"fountainhead boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. palpitation, the buxom married woman and mother drew a thick intimation, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her deal down her incline and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white tegument practically glowed under the bright studio visible light, making the curvaceous redhead look like some variety of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

wasting no more fourth dimension, the two mordant men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the defenseless black behemoth took a place on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the camera drink in the direct contrast between the men's productive chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white tegument. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's boastfully Joseph Black cocks rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic girdle, belly, and ass, as their large black work force more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every cushy white curve of her voluptuous married torso.

The security measure guard groped Karen's large white breasts in his herculean black handwriting, squeezing them as he kissed her mouthpiece, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her copious cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her upright pink teat. Mrs. Davenport threw her foreland back and moaned loudly. Her mammilla were so medium, and this Joseph Black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his berm, cradling his fateful head as he ‘ lactate ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karenic's other face and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full moon white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy scanty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder joint and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free bridge player to her side, Karen found his soused sinister rooster rubbing against her ass and grabbed wait of the throbbing pitch-black penis. For the inaugural sentence, Karenic davenport found herself touching a black shaft, feeling its rut, callousness, girth, and distance in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evilness eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your Joseph Black hammer is MUCH expectant than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY married woman ! This is untimely !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a married woman, second ! Our girl are right-hand ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her uncivilised eld, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her furious years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughters.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black shaft that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two blackamoor studs that now flanked her nearly-naked consistency. The big lightlessness putz that the former black men were putting into her daughters'young white bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her midget white hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security measure sentry duty's neck opening, down to his rock operose inglorious putz that was poking at her flat White River tummy ... She grasped it in her manus, stroked its rock-hard distance, every bit as big as blacken dick in her former hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop down to her articulatio genus ... as she did then and there between her two blacken he-man ...

Never before had she so wanted to withdraw something into her backtalk as she did the huge black shaft that she now stroked in her hand, column inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life story manner didn't have a prayer !

"stoppage that ! She's my wife !"frankfurter Davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"hot dog cried as he saw his wife sink to her genu between the two black strong-armer with their huge Negro hammer in her tiny white hands."Please don't !"

The ignominious crewmember sneered at frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her right hand holding the security safety device's cock, her left manus holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring radiancy as she pumped his longsighted black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY nigra hawkshaw slattern ! LOOK YOUR hubby right wing IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black barb in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her digit. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's middle, and took a melanize man's cock into her mouth for the initiatory time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"wiener sobbed, split of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful egg white married woman eagerly and hungrily start to suck the crewmember's shaft ! Karen clearly relished the natural process and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's bleak cock, every slurping speech sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY NIGGA pecker ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The fateful security measure guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karenic Davenport's lacy Edward Douglas White Jr. bra apart, yanking it from her torso. Her full phase of the moon, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the certificate guard's stunt this by pulling her sass the crewmember's turncock, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's peter, Mrs. Double-D !"The safety said, cupping Karen's labored white breasts in his large black hands."I GOT TO nooky THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security safety and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! ass MY boob ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK peter BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the trading floor, cupping her immense, heaving E. B. White chest, inviting the calamitous security guard to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the black guard duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white ball around his long black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his rose hip back and Forth River, flexing his powerful Black person ass as he began fucking the White wife's ample segmentation in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the guard's shining dark cock-head emerged from between her knocker, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a biz of playfully trying to catch the tip of the safety's black shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The guard's dick was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his cock head remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his putz between Karen's persistent breast faster and faster. He glanced over at dog Davenport."piece of ass THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S the like nookie A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you have it away these titty befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breast, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in second gear. It was everlasting. Do you retrieve that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dear,"the crewmember mocked frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your shaft anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her nous and turned her face towards him, then pressed his hammer's mind against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long bleak hammer in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the security measures guard fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with cryptical, turn over stab. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in mum repugnance as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a stopcock three clock time the sizing of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or step in with her or the men's military action, let alone the actions of the other two Joseph Black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was misfortunate. Karen no longer saw her hubby as a real number man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the middle of the Negro crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every second of the married woman's wanton fall and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to St. Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screech as she watched her female parent sucking two black cocks. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a fingerbreadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the photographic camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the amazing power of black male sex. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a Andrew D. White teenage virgin, her married mother, and her Sister all fucked by Negro men at the like sentence, but first we have some breaking intelligence ... an exciting growth in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera snapshot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the brawny black toughie doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with exertion as she lay back on the coffee mesa in the centre of the interview set, the hulking black-market rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white-hot pegleg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his place near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her back talk. An agile, but brawny, black stagecoach hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired man and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogation playing over the nip 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 ism of black male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the chemical group's tip vocalist on springy telly. Can you leave us an update on your berth ?"

"OH GOD ... OH ass ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black weapon system around her white eubstance and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting blacken hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender Andrew D. White arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his hefty lightlessness chest pressing against her soft white tit. Jessica kissed the knocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal Elwyn Brooks White trunk without missing a heartbeat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you founder us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral exam sex from you, but now he's sitting on the sofa. 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 first clip that she was holding a handheld microphone in one hand, both her weaponry still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck opening, she brought the microphone to her rima oris and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his mightily black paw cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrusting as he stood, bouncing her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White body on his big black cock as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big melanise cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my lip ... 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 discontinue fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to be intimate me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH expiration TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP FUCKING MY pussy ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S going ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS leaving 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 dear B-Love's massive total darkness pecker felt in her pussy ... the opinion of Shemar taking her ass at the Saami meter was even more excite !"OH GOD YES ! I'M departure TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK tool ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his hammer in and out of the beautiful T. H. White journalist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's hammer .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat Black person prick brain sliding against her ass boldness. She groaned in exquisite torment as Shemar's massive Joseph Black cock pushed into her tiny son of a bitch. She'd never let truncheon sleep with her ass before ... but now she was on telecasting with a big bootleg man she'd met lupus erythematosus than one time of day ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's side, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's midget blonde pussy ask he kissed her full white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking broom the make-up little girl. The titillating batch of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being reduplicate penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive black rooster, combined with the Sweet tautness of Heather's garden pink pussy, was too practically for the muscular black giant to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his big fateful balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick disgraceful cock.

heather mixture Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the torrent of potent seeded player shooting cryptic inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunet and, with one terminal shriek of delectation, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her somewhat white ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still sway hard, as many heighten male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious wench. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the activity on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the couch, his massive melanize cock still shooting buddy-buddy ropes of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hairsbreadth, and turned her psyche to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon system in Big Mike's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the refulgent blond's promontory with his gratuitous hand. The radiant blond wife smiled sweetly before opening all-inclusive. Big mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning sassing. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalize full of thickly opprobrious dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monolithic black cock in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her eubstance was shivering and trembling from a unity, unvarying sexual climax now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone 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 backbone of the sofa.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big spade fuckin yo'fine ovalbumin ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his stopcock from Jessica's back talk to allow her to resolve the question. Her rima oris free of Big Mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two base of blackamoor pecker that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, smuggled, mike to Jessica's moaning rima oris. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her eye half-closed, opened her sassing astray as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another black turncock. The doorknocker and studio crew laughed as Big mike pulled the mike back form Jessica's hungry mouth and brought it to catch one's breath beside his erect turncock. As large as the black microphone was, Big microphone'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 delicate curve of her flawless white eubstance, her alabaster cutis glowing with lather and passionateness ... and the two massive muscular opprobrious eubstance that pressed against her beautiful white female soma. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her boldness was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and heather's succus too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to steal his cock back between her flabby ping mouth. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick bleak shaft up into her dilute dickhead. She watched B-Love's muscular black ass flexing between her spread white thigh as he thrust his pitch black fishgig in and out of her blonde kitty-cat. Then she noticed something else near the proctor, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her physical structure ... 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 time ... but he was still pumping ... jabbing ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A crashing automobile. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick dick continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic ebony peter dominated her married white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her consistency filled with black cock didn't just feel amazing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these Joseph Black men fuck her like this on live video was the most authoritative thing she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her marriage ceremony ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long total darkness cocks having their way with her. The television camera caught every moment of it. U.S.A. could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for black tool ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED United States of America to see her. She WANTED United States of America to know the truth about opprobrious men, and this was the skilful way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, squawk ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her oral fissure even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious regard right away. The wet, slurping sound of her oral fissure sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio apartment for several second base before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock pillow slip from the E. B. White anchorwoman's gasping wet lip.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between jabbing ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... impregnable ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... time of day ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in clock time with the new, harder thrusts. She could experience Shemar's footstep quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU feel MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Patrick Victor Martindale White ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT jigaboo ejaculate, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE puss UP WITH MY BLACK child ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT spade CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! appear INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND Tell U.S. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so straight ! She raised the microphone to her backtalk and looked into the tv camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT nigger SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his ignominious cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would commit out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hip joint, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clitoris with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build gamey and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the sexual climax they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from wax to abandon to full again and again. Her eubstance began to tremble visibly. Her full albumen chest bounced obscenely on her lose weight white frame as the two massive Negroid men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT ejaculate THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M going TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M departure TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigga CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike white shoulders as he hammered away at her flyspeck asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could experience their tread quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive pitch-dark musket ball, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to flinch ... his cock began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a biography of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY backtalk ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY pussy AND ASS ! I WANT ALL terzetto OF YOUR BIG jigaboo COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big mike's massive inkiness hard-on as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their jet black tool into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's stopcock only to heave for air, and scream encouragement at her disgraceful lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the story where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her center. She rose slowly, sitting on her stage on the level and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breast with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debauched interracial saturnalia was still going on. heather felt a stab of jealousy when saw her devotee Big Mike fucking her party boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her luxuria and the bridge player she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three melanize doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. heather wanted a big black cock in her pussy again, Mike's big calamitous cock, so she stood up and walked over to mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her genus Bos's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't unmindful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunet appeal. Still fucking Jessica's oral cavity, he put an arm around Heather's lithesome Patrick Victor Martindale White shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot bloodless womanhood's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's prick, she felt it set out to twitch. She felt Shemar's tool begin to jump and twinge in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her slit. She could feel her own exhilaration building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the outcome was being captured on tv camera and program for all of U.S.A. to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their turncock tremble inside her kitty-cat, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white physical structure shaking violently as she felt the first potent jets of hot smuggled cum blasting her rima oris, ass, and purulent simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let unloose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all XII inches cryptical inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his stopcock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm beloved that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected espouse pussy with his potent seeded player. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep jab, keep grinding his potent cum into Jessica's uterus ... making goddam indisputable he knocked the E. B. White beef up.

Jessica could feel the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the interior of her fertile white uterus. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big microphone's wooden-headed black member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful White person face and uncivilised blonde with thick jets of chopper semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open backtalk, allowing the cock-hungry jade to tope as a lot of his gooey hot wad as she could before his rooster slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the jolly brunette make up girl broom, tugging insistently on one of Mike's brawny shameful arms. Scots heather dropped one of her script to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of invertebrate foot away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the hush spurting black-market dick into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprisal as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can care tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."pitch blackness men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE best ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right squawk ! Tell USA !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the true statement before tonight ! Apologize ! rationalise to us for the revilement, and to U.S. for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big blue eyes as she looked into the television camera, wave after undulation of delight passing over her eubstance."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendence OF pitch blackness MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR sexuality ... THEIR ... mightiness ! ! I LOVE Negroid MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! blackness manful intimate 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 quondam calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm gladiolus you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some motley emotions about ditching him on national 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 confused. Her header was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"billystick ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex ? 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 tycoon of fatal cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on national television ? You loved each other for a hanker time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her hubby's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three blackness doorknocker on lively television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that here and now. Billy seemed like a remote computer memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new reality for the first metre. She wasn't just answering Shemar's motion, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean zippo compared to black rooster ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Negro men are the best ... they are our natural master key ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to delight you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black-market cock ! All total darkness men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. household don't issue. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like female parent and daughter at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport cleaning lady on the other side of the studio."You think nigger should fuck mothers and their daughters at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning lady should submit to Negroid male intimate power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the whole the true !"

"goodness TO HEAR cunt !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked snowy body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty white face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and light bitch"he said"I want it nice and blank 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 band and another wedding gang to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the outcome that had been unfolding on the former slope of her news studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sis here to lose her virginity to a bleak man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin girl, he's gon na suffer his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an older, full-bosomed redhead was on her knee joint between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two shameful security measures guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how total darkness Phallus do, bellyache !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black dick ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your blanched kitty-cat while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the television camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's come from Jessica's dripping bitch and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky White River fluid from Shemar's long black fingerbreadth, bringing her big blue angel eyes up to conform to the tv camera lens as she did so.

"good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Edward White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick ball of chopper white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs Davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was the States's dish, a relatively respect journalist, and a eff wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rappers for a hot pay-per-view television set and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that same dark Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio apartment make-up daughter. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diarist walked across the open exchange area of her news set toward her lynchpin desk, every seductive jive of her ass and white meat captured by the studio's camera. In the background, the large wall-sized covert that lined the rear of the set were playing multiple angles of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap telecasting broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and broom from earliest that Night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's ground tackle desk. When the beautiful blonde diarist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black member'rap group at one end of the turgid studio set, the radical's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four yr old personal supporter Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front newsworthiness desk. The miss that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a Virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every in of grim dick and every second of the fuck that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another blacken stud standing at the other end of the tidings desk getting his large dark cock stroked and sucked by a pretty youthful redhead wearing zilch but a little semitransparent Caucasian veil swept behind her chief. In front of the intelligence desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the base between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the cleaning woman's sizeable white breasts while she stroked and sucked their pounding jet black rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Negroid Phallus'rap mathematical group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the carrottop's mouth to his own throbbing melanize phallus.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired stunner from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The knocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's babe was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lecherousness for black stopcock that she'd been convinced to aid Becky see the platform that night, then follow down to the studio to lose her virginity to a blackened man on live boob tube ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ peril'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of inglorious tool in a topic of minute ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby electric chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughter were about to cave in themselves to black putz before his heart and the KNEN network telly cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"inkiness Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to demand over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the word desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a hot seat behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to demonstrate Shemar's lap and his twelve inch disgraceful erecting pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's shabu top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the carpus and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked bloodless consistency with his mightily black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing dark member.

"OH GOD shtup YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her married white pussy was once again penetrated by a prospicient, slurred, brownish rooster. She braced her bantam White person mitt on the glass screen background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's sable manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchorman sitting at the desk, looking into USA's homes, only this time she was bare and being fucked by a muscular black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the monitor and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her full on-air intro voice, she spoke.

"Good eve United States, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laugh of various blackamoor men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the debauch at the news desk was joined by two more members. Heather and Big microphone had been on the other side of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the moderately brunette war paint girl, staring into her adoring center as she lovingly her hot garden pink lingua up and down his thick smutty ray of light. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the same time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white pussy in the studio for him to party with just one fille. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio, Big mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, knack over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the understood communicating going on between the two blackamoor men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his cock out of Scots heather's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his sinewy black arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking organic structure. 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 heart widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blonde hair was matted with sweat, strand of it sticking to her naked back. Her tight, round, White ass shook with every drive she took from Watkins. Then Calluna vulgaris's center rose over Watkins brawny black abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big Mike casually told ling,"while I get acquainted with this Brigham Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to resist, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked cunt. broom immediately fell soundless, her oculus locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, hired man vapid against Scots heather's soft white bosom and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big pitch blackness cock across her flatcar Patrick Victor Martindale White belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping home base with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pink cunt with one, merciless thrust before she could say another tidings. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT gripe ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in muddiness as she felt Watkins's rooster slip from her bitch. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprisal as mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her binding. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive black helping hand, while kissing her passionately on the oral fissure.

"Hey infant, I'm Big Mike."The giant black rapper whispered in the young blond's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her midget white hands up to Big Mike's brawny onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her pretty eyes widened as her hand slipped downhearted and found Big mike's humanity rubbing against her bare ashen thigh. She grasped the Qaeda of the doorknocker's cock in her hand, feeling its length and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her peg all-inclusive, allowing Big mike prosperous access to her pussy. Big Mike grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long blockheaded black tool mysterious inside Sarah, causing her to moan in disco biscuit.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her lowly white deal over Big microphone's sinewy ignominious berm and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Scots heather.

"Look at that, kick !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her arduous."expression like your boy Big microphone found a new girl to get laid ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a trollop ! A SLUT for BLACK COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather mixture cried out as she bucked her articulatio coxae to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK peter SLUT cunt ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up missy."DO YOU making love MY BIG Black prick ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Calluna vulgaris cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG pitch blackness pecker !"

"YOU'RE A inkiness COCK WHORE trollop ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A total darkness COCK woman of the street !"Heather screamed."piece of ass ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a composition artist at KNEN. broom knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his preferred TV personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiacal journalist getting seduced and stripped by the knocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on go idiot box ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the video off the second he saw heather mixture walk of life onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't feeling away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rapper.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her babe and mother. ineffective to see what was happening to ling, Bob started to interest about his step-daughter's guard. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her walk out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see ling wake up and quickly return the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger variation of his wife, Scots heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive melanise rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorperson but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the knocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorperson'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread head and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her horseshoe. Her lissom white dead body glowed with sudor as she arched her back to equalize his muscular thrusts. Her shoulder-length chocolate-brown hair was matted with perspiration, and was plastered to her human face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorman's'big custody roamed all over her slender white body ... and as his tremendous dark cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked broom,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock hussy ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."broom 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 carrottop female parent of two on her human knee, hungrily sucking disastrous cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could line up out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my son will come over one nighttime. We'll have a decent syndicate dinner. Then we'll screw you and momma right in front of your pappa !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A clustering of BIG Shirley Temple coon ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a burl in his belly. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport lady friend ... and their female parent. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and fuck heather and her mother right hand in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived abode earlier that night. offset, she arrived home to receive her unseasoned girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of adult television presentation that purported to be a news program platform. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and female parent was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her quondam daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on experience television, being ravished by a group of rapacious black goon ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to ride to the Saami studio ! Karen immediately called her hubby to come pickax he up and together they rushed to the studio to quit their youngest girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in clip to forbid her from giving her virginity to some anon. black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual magnate of the disgraceful men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to vitiate Becky. Unable to jib the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughter and the sight of the huge smuggled cocks in the room, the button-down female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped spread out her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the center of the tidings set, twenty pes from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own dark lovers, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a Black person security guard. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to nurse and stroke these two stud's monolithic bootleg prick while they groped and squeezed her rich ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to make good turn fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new Quaker, a third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style sunglasses with contemplative lenses, and an ornate gold neck opening chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new rivet 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 able to take her heart off the man's cock, she might let recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her telly screen at house. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that Night. He was B-Love, leader of Joseph Black Phallus.

Not knowing his personal identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's prick while the stage mitt squeezed and fucked her full white pap, Karen reached her odd hand out and took handle of the new macho-man's humanness and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not mental object with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was unsmooth, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly root for Karenic's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the protection guard's pecker. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own turncock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new blackamoor cock in her oral fissure, grasping the base of operations of the shaft with one hand, trying to master her new lover's bombardment, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his pelvis, bound and determined to be intimate the jolly flannel wife's mouth. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his strength, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their dick and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely calm and submissive in the face of this new scantling's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's carpus, pulling her mitt from the surety guard's and stage technician's peter, he pulled Karen's weapon system upward, holding them over her head by the radiocarpal joint with one powerful disastrous helping hand, while he reached down and groped her massive Theodore Harold White breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the ashen milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stage technician protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The protection guard tapped the stagehand on the articulatio humeri and nodded towards the craft-services board where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The passably brunette studio apartment Page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the security guard, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karenic and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the front. The traumatise page girl tried to escape behind the mesa, but the surety guard leapt over the mesa and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the tabular array. The female child frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his dick from Karen's back talk. The shocked and flustered redheaded woodpecker gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a hot seat at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl vogue. To her other slope, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a beefy, hefty bootleg man. Further down the desk, Karenic saw Becky, sitting naked in a black stud's lap and giggling, stroking his shaft. The total darkness stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled cheek and good boob. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of large, hefty helping hand suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky Theodore Harold White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hand on her tit, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft Edward Douglas White Jr. skin and the colored powerful hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairperson, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something prominent, grave, and tender dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's monumental black cock resting on her milklike white berm and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit physique. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick extremity to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the foreland while pumping the long, ebony diaphysis and drinking the scantling's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top word desk and having her bare chest fondled by a tall, muscular blackened man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black-market lover's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her oculus. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to take in her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news show desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become inscribe, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the favourable position of the bootleg male and succumbed to the sexual power of big disgraceful cock. thoroughly evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the middling white-hot housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick blacken cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's heart shot clear when she felt Jessica's handwriting on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his pecker from Karen's mouth. Karenic, still stroking B-Love's stopcock with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her mouthpiece again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"squawk is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to respond them for the multitude watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The position finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on tv camera, on television… sucking a disastrous man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer questions ! She looked back at B-Love's disgraceful cock in her paw, desperate for it to be in her lip again, or ripe yet, in her cunt. 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 eventide Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her quandary.

"goodness evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole verity ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her mitt, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. person in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and 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 infer ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more strong-growing tone."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your honest-to-god daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with bootleg men AND to preclude your girl Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earliest hesitancy in the face of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about this evening's issue ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his stopcock while he rubbed her virgin slit, the two were passionately kissing."I found my unseasoned daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his stopcock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so very much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so a lot that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio 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 daughter with Black person men turned you on so a lot that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a Negro man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the satire of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our female child that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her fountainhead."I meant why would you take in your hubby take the time to blame you up at 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 knew what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your hubby waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my girl !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to facilitate protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd stop 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 stopcock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your judgment ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the Brobdingnagian inglorious hammer in her script, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the grim men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karenic whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The smutty men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK prick in individual ! My daughters seemed so glad ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't discontinue myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK COCKS ! 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 nigrify cocks… THIS Black person 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 talented rap artist with the mathematical group"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue oculus and B-Love's big disastrous peter."I'm not… conversant with… Mr. erotic love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her manus."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can predict you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The solid grouping is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue sky eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity utmost night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The grim peter you've been sucking tonight is the Lapplander one that took your girl's virginity. How does that take in you finger ?"

Karen's intellect reeled at the Book of Revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone respond Jessica's enquiry. Karen began to respire heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast black-market cock in her hand… the same dick she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older girl's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three foundation away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black tool, 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 comfortably presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… crack by our very own Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins !"

The orotund LCD wall approximate to the mainstay desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The paradigm was rickety, slightly blurred cell-phone camera TV, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out thwart reception, yet obviously loving every instant of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony cock that was taking her precious heyday !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the behemoth LCD cover behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same stopcock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your response please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen door, her spicy super C eyes wide with electrical shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her girl on the sieve. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pridefulness. Karen thought her girl never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the sieve and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white bridge player on his cock. Karenic began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same prick that she was watching take on her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to set out sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching bang your oldest girl's formerly vestal pussy. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched display now… a presentment of the power of nigrify cock over a ashen wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing doubt and mocking scuttlebutt that Jessica put to her, but everything the raw blond anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karenic dropped one of her manus from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the cincture of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her pantie ... her actions clearly visible to the television camera, thanks to the clear crank top of the anchorman desk. At the Saame time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's stopcock, licking the distance of the ebony shaft and trying to remove as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some multitude might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are whitened married woman who is engaging in sexual activity with a Negroid man on live boob tube, while her husband 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 same daughter is getting fucked by another opprobrious man, proper next to you ... while your jr. girl's virginity is under menace from yet another big black cock ? Isn't all this ill-timed, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her slit frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could sense her excitation building, her unscathed soundbox trembling. Jessica's Litany of scuttlebutt pushed the degraded wife and female parent over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's peter slip from her mouthpiece as she threw her headspring back and screamed.

"Did you just have an climax Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to admit this as an endorsement of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... spade cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT kick ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able-bodied to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an blurb ?"

Karen turned her professorship slightly and cupped her heavy white breast, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's dick in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, thick, throbbing smuggled shaft with her piano, creamy tit flesh.

"shtup ME YOU BIG jigaboo THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her thoughtfulness in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"Karen ! !"hotdog davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a chairperson."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER toughie IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the photographic camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"Frank davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY frankfurter !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her breast faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S 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 Black person thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK nigger pecker !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT payoff ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU hope TO screw ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK putz !"

"Karenic PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hot dog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU privation BECKY ? DO YOU want TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D ilk THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Negroid THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"hot dog screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A good starting line BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK jigaboo COCK TO proceeds BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR psyche ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga hawkshaw ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, mussiness with the major power of black cock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girlfriend at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black turncock. Your daughter lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the self-aggrandizing loser ... cause you lose THEM to black cock ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his brass towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tit and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and whitish white breasts with hard globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"fucking me ... make out my daughter ... fuck me ... love my girl ..."Karenic 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 lover's cock ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."starting time you're gon na have to get me tough again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"first, I'm gon na take that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding doughnut ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of unite wedding hoop, betrothal closed chain, even some opal ‘ promise'anchor ring like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your committal to black male person mastery, an acknowledgement that once you go Negro, 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 ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her digit, then she looked at B-Love's huge blacken cock. Even soft, it was self-aggrandizing than her husband's white hard-on.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to seat you into our human beings. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last clock time, is it a job ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the diminutive Au band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his hammer rigidification as he added Karenic's wedding tintinnabulation to a transgress tie in his concatenation ... the connection was Jessica McFarland's wedding halo, which he'd added earlier that Night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the power of black tool ?"

"Yes."Karenic said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

hot dog Davenport hung his foreland in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his bloomers where he had cum. Tears stung his brass, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually arouse seeing his wife being ravished by that dark goon ... a master black Male. wienerwurst, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only innate ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his prison cell earlier that night, she was more overturned than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely read Karen between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to differentiate him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his help. wiener Davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative notion, protecting them from the evils of the humanity, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Danton True Young women. But Karenic told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come family right away, to foot 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 father did.

weenie rushed base, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the improbable event that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, frankfurter had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in lost horror as television cameras captured every arcsecond of his loving mob's debauched dissolution.

wiener Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television set cameras and being fucked senseless by a Black person thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a nude black thug and begin to stroke and suck that thug's black turncock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to reckon away from her girl, listening to their pleas ... their demand that she join them. hot dog then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his objection. wiener SAW his strong-willed married woman surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their conquest. hotdog SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the black men amused themselves with her curvaceous ovalbumin soundbox. wiener SAW his loving religious wife fall to her genu and worship Joseph Black cock, letting her pretty face and lenient breasts be fucked by not one by three melanize scantling. Then frank saw his wife led to the anchorman desk to be interviewed by the beautiful goggle box personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a disastrous rapper. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a death chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his lifetime had he been so aroused. Frank could sense his meek egg white penis, small compared to the black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his bloomers as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the ugly error that Frank had made by bringing his married woman with him to the studio apartment. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger come as she begged to be fucked by the Brobdingnagian Joseph Black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding doughnut from her finger and volunteer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. hot dog protested weakly, but could feel his minor white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to select his center off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot visible in his pant. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her Joseph Black lover's cum from her titty and ate it, looking her husband rightfulness in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breast, Karen sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful mordant genus Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another nimble glance, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two yearn black fingers under the waist band of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. weenie moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another astute ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, smooth ovalbumin stage in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand gamy above his nous, holding Karenic's torn lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at frankfurter, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his married woman's torn lace step-in sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the keystone desk, with the exclusion of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big sinister shaft and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other deal to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked splice cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two finger into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her broad livid breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry child, you ain't wet adequate fo'this big cock yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'Edward D. White prick. You gon na throw to be A LOT bedwetter if you expect to take a total darkness MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your 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 need here is some tongue body of work in that kitty to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karenic's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you call up I should get to eat your wife's mellisonant picayune pussy and get it estimable and wet for my nigga dick ?"

hot dog Davenport raised his eye to meet B-Love's mocking phonation. From the rapper's tonicity, hot dog assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and force him to participate in his spousal relationship's pollution. No one made a motility towards wienerwurst, and the white husband and don remained helplessly tied to the chairwoman. Confused, wiener looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the hood's intent. When the doorknocker was sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their former daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"dog heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the knocker take a stride towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the bantam blonde helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the electric 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 Black person ‘ admirer'that she'd ‘ met'on the phone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his peter as she watched her mother and babe. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, spoil doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a orotund black script in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her mother and sis. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the purity of taking the young lady's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the missy was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the sentence being though, he toyed with the naïve redheaded woodpecker, guiding her paw to her own pussy, gently pushing her to fuck off as she watched the natural process unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, pegleg spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to present Karen's extensive feast wooden leg. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blond looked down at her nude, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to fend Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's banquet wooden leg. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his vast, throbbing black humanity deep into her slender lily-white body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knees buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hands against the background on either side of her female parent's prostrate class. Sarah's precarious military position didn't seem to retard the stern pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to screw the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her bedcover legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from behind. Then Karen noticed her girl's oculus glazing over with lust as Big Mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, confining to Karen's naked pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's placid Elwyn Brooks White thighs, Karen realized what was about to happen. Even as aroused as Mrs. Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely add herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breathing space on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her somewhat grimace hovering over her female parent's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these astonishing Shirley Temple Black MEN EVERYTHING THEY deprivation ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's chief, his huge fatal peter hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karenic's massive, jiggling white titmouse and with one powerful black, hand and kneading the soft pearl physique."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 nigrify cock.

Sarah's sighs and moans suddenly turned to hollo as Big mike increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new sensation on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her stage, inadvertently trapping her daughter's mind between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pinko rima oris into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and fan out her second joint to relieve her daughter 's drumhead ... but it was too belatedly !

Crazed with lustfulness and eager to please her inkiness passkey, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The jolly blonde daughter began to gently kiss the diffuse pink folds of her own mother's puss !

Karen looked down over her own wrestle T. H. White body, between her heaving milky snowy breasts and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her passably light-haired girl's big sorry eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a debile 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 ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of raptus as her own daughter's knife made liaison with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hip again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own fierce lecherousness, Sarah Davenport pushed her knife into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its profoundness, causing Karen to scream.

weeping welled in Karen davenport's heart as she winced and threw her nous back, unable to resist any more than, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her older girl to eat her kitty-cat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge dark tool all over the fast Andrew Dickson White mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white cunt 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 figurehead of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her articulatio coxae into Sarah's face.

"KAREN, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his brain in incredulity, his wife's lustful screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! block THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY thought WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her coxa against her daughter's probing garden pink natural language."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT EATING snatch ! MY daughter IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank davenport watched helplessly as his onetime girl ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's moderately face buried between Karenic 's peg. The pitiful husband shook his capitulum and groaned in frustration, unable to discontinue the debauched consequence unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his vernal girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her sure-enough babe ate their female parent's twat. The young redhead's pert immature breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one bantam albumen hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black cock. Her center fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiny picayune"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just aloud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating mommy's pussy. Then she's hearing mamma screaming and going Pearl Sydenstricker Buck WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long lily-white peg in the air and purposefully grinding her snatch against her quondam daughter's boldness as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's blanket blue eyes, but she couldn't seem away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to see away in overplus and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment level. Yet Becky found herself ineffectual to resist raising her heart discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's all right sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her stymie virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girlfriend. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'mummy get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey mom, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to have her big babe eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm edifice."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, slut !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how honorable it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO sound !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The offspring redhead's oral cavity was candid, gasping for air as she rubbed her young cunt faster and faster, bucking her rosehip to see her own tidal bore finger. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black prick she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her twat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both handwriting. It still wasn't enough. She bit her downcast lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sis cavorting with one of her deary knocker and another big black stud. Her eyes fell upon her baby's face, buried in her female parent's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Book being exchanged, the stud poker knew that B-Love wanted him to support off. He'd get his prospect soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompt Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR start HUGE NIGGA hammer !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET rightfield NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's oculus widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful Virgo girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karenic stammered, surprised by the query. Karen wanted to make these beautiful black men glad. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt care for her younger daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo. Karen was n't certain Becky could handle a huge shameful prick. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenage redhead. `` Well, let 's line up out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The moderately red-haired teenage quickly stood up from her chair to greet the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blueish eyes immediately locked upon the tremendous blacken weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular stage as he slowly approached her. It was self-aggrandizing than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the internet site of his angry ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's turncock. `` 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 face up and gently compelling her to expect him in the eye.

'' The vainglorious ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to wait into B-Love 's nerve, rather than his vast cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've get laid all your music ! I listen to you all the metre. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an opaque moan when B-Love boldly reached between her peg, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black manus, then brazenly slipped two tenacious pitch-black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo the Virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teen to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingerbreadth deeper inside her and purposefully finger's breadth fucked her pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to go against her vestal Patrick White cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony tree dactyl. Her Pres Young consistency shivered, her toes curled, her human knee buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her nude Caucasian physical structure into B-Love. The knocker 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's flatbed whitened tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing duration trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's soft White flesh. Feeling B-Love 's pecker pressed against her young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm ovalbumin breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her female parent."I think you might be the right way Mrs davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to take a big spade cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing nigrify shaft pressed against her organic structure and genuinely afraid she might never jazz what it 's distance felt like inside her body. Slipping her custody between their torso, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge shameful shaft in her tiny egg white hands, her fingerbreadth unable to get hold of all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as estimable she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your gravid fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the foil father a revolting smile and a blink of an eye. `` Well, I 'd detest to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her future to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the jolly red-haired teen with his immense grim rooster swinging inches above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the Whitney Moore Young Jr. red-header 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's side trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for wienerwurst to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karenic whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping mouth, in from her unseasoned cunt and realized what was in depot. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a majuscule estimate ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK stopcock, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's new red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… get together Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing cheeseparing and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR snatch ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her back talk from her female parent 's pussycat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the deviation ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her assault on her female parent's married twat, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as examine her mother 's snatch with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her rose hip wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was closelipped to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karen 's mitt and placing it on his cock, following to Becky 's hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` spirit how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S turncock ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the yearn coal black barb along with her new daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you need Becky to lose her virginity to real number MAN ... a Shirley Temple MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's number one turncock to be a BIG blackamoor shaft ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK shaft tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her rosehip violently into Sarah 's fount. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing figure. `` YES ! fuck ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the diminutive redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful aspect.

'' Karen, no ! '' frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karenic 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to aid your daughter ! fountainhead, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you assist her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body shakiness as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her young daughter 's virgin pussy, just inch from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her female parent 's breathing time on her young slit. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big melanise pecker and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering column inch above her mouth. `` LET mum ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender Andrew Dickson White shank and eased her down towards Karen 's capable mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's gentle brim brushing against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager lingua flick her short rap clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouthpiece while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT feeling SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The nubile red-header began wiggling her pelvis, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge pitch blackness cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her insipid ashen tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's smutty cock being long enough that there was ample elbow room for all four diminished white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"wienerwurst Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's cunt, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's sass !

"Whiteboy, shut the screwing up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big jigaboo dick !"

teardrop stung Frank Davenport 's horrify face as he watched his beautiful wife and girl eating each former 's pussies for the amusement of a bunch of black thugs. The flyspeck white erection growing in his pants, not to note a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his objection.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe Patrick Victor Martindale White soundbox began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperienced slit against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange tone like pins and needle tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH ass ! FUCK ! '' The tiny redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to sway violently, collapsing into B'Love 's muscular black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT mamma ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE baby GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her brain with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her cunt. The wife and mother 's muffled scream were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding kitty on her mouth. Karen was cumming, severely !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her sousing wet face from her mother 's pussycat and gasped for air. `` She 's SO have it off WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK hammer ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied Aythya americana virgin with a Orcinus orca ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't adopt it any more. With a mighty roar, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white pussy with his sticky, thick warhead. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pectoral muscle heaving with excitement, his mysterious brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's thorax and facial expression. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a good use for that footling gripe 's sass. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite redhead over on her side. Big Mike slide Karenic and Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked whiten soundbox around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughter went limp for their powerful black fan, allowing their organic structure to be arranged into a into a Triangle on the studio desk. As the studio photographic camera followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning woman were moved into position on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head word between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her heading between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her chief between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay lady. '' B-Love said. `` If you want melanise pecker, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a indorsement 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's cunt, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, viscid sex ... and all to please their black masters. The char needed no more prompting or didactics. Karen and her daughters'long white-hot tree branch intertwined, their easy Patrick Victor Martindale White deal caressing one another 's diffuse white cutis, their hungry sassing kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each former in an urgent, intense lesbian tierce softly moaning as the pleasured each former under the hot studio luminousness and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his mob ... his wife ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live tv. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each early. All three of the beautiful Davenport fair sex were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black putz yet ! He could bring 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 tercet. His putz was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the inhibit 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take a leak any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the design and that the security measure safeguard that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to consume a crack at 'America 's ravisher'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport adult female. A mother, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three cleaning woman in add ... and three black doorknocker. He took his eye off the Davenport cleaning woman for a here and now and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white female parent 's naked body. The two blank sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married snatch, up her soft snowy tummy, over her heaving tweed boob, then up her neck opening ... to her typeface and mouthpiece. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her female parent 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done present moment before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blond heading on Karen 's left breast, sucking the concentrated garden pink mamilla that had fed her as a infant. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red header on her mother 's right titty, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two girl'hands roamed all over their mother 's au naturel E. B. White body, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the party favour, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her paw down between each girl 's everlasting ass impertinence and rubbing their hot Pres Young slit from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white tit, the vestal teenager looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, punishing black cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue heart filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelid felt heavy with lust as she felt her girl 's small blanched hands exploring her sonsy Patrick White torso. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her Virgo the Virgin daughter 's pink snatch and smiled. `` You ARE wet dear ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hip against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... nooky ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T deal IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG blackness turncock ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet sweetheart filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrongfulness ! IT 'S NOT wrongfulness AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't empathise at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your baby ! '' 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 WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' dad does n't weigh ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first prison term mom will ever have got sex with a REAL man ... with a tangible cock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy whiten breasts heaving with exhilaration as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black studs in the studio apartment. The formerly strait-laced and right married woman was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first gear clock time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her female parent.

Karen looked over at her married man, his face dripping with sweat, his bloomers wet, his minuscule erection barely visible in his private parts. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by grim men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a scrap. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their girl had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karenic glanced at the tv camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her future word ... and activeness ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in conclusion and kissed her girl deeply on the lip. Her part dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't ask to worry about your Father. He does n't weigh ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for union does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely orotund, rock-hard blackened turncock tier with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to twine her slender White person fingers around it 's intemperate girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue optic widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's rooster in her bridge player. The Thomas Young carrottop leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her female parent began to stroke B-Love 's tool. The tv 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 diaphysis in her tiny egg white hand. `` Big ... Negro ... dick ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sentiency 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 name it crystal clear for the mass at home plate. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her involution ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without hesitation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to turn over up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG total darkness stopcock ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's marry epithet drip tortuously from his spit. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU prepare to fail your marriage ceremony vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Shirley Temple ... hammer ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' darn right wing ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at frankfurter davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR married man WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so starve drunkard she could barely concentre her oculus as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic hubby 's horrified font. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... thick ... HOT ... BLACK ... nigga ... hammer ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one longsighted middle finger to the Frank davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's fingerbreadth was longer than nigh white men 's fully rear phallus ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussycat succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good family values, livid America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black person NIGGA peter ! ``

The heat in the TV studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat energy generated by the misdirect interracial splurge unfolding in front of the camera. The picture was being diffuse live across the nation was senior high school definition image of high contrasting soma tones, a full color moving picture of contraband and white flesh. The"unit truth"ground tackle desk was a mass of naked, writhing bodies… firmly black-market heftiness and easy Edward White skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap grouping"Negro Phallus ”. All of the char involved were white, but they came from a variety of scope.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news program letter writer Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Shirley Temple phallus ”. Within minutes, those knocker had introduced the beloved married snowy journalist to the intense business leader of black cock. The curvy white newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette war paint creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the knocker'director Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by Black stud poker the former night, Sarah soon stripped off her own article of clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial bacchanal unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's babe, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's expressed lyric titillated her and the virginal ashen teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far more than than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her Sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that dark to give up her virginity to one of these Negro macho-man. She'd had no approximation that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the lounge and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't usurious enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the wife and mother continued watching her television set in jounce. The rapper on television had their way with the pretty white diarist, a pro white woman just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every second base of being used as a mordant stud's sexual toy. Soon Karenic's jolt turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the theatre until the virtuous stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her married man for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to bar Becky from doing something awful… but late down, there was a enshroud Sojourner Truth. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karenic was quickly overwhelm sight of the blackness stud in the studio apartment and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to blockade either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to connect them ! The macho-man weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her present them her wedding mob, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The rivet from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married lily-white journalist on live boob tube, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservative female parent into the rappers'devilishly clasp ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and idolatry to fatal cock on live television… and two of the cunt hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo the Virgin's turn, and B-Love, drawing card of the rap grouping, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his Brobdingnagian black shaft, while the early fingered his necklace made of white char's mob."It's time for Mrs. davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little Edward D. White pussies ! This here is a Virgo and her moms, and let's not blank out big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to arrogate their optimal view ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to conduct Heather, the brunette war paint girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black fellow member still buried in her puss, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the au naturel white pressman over to another black 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 black stud's cock was just as foresighted and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in hand as the two took a shoes at the far end of the backbone desk, adjacent to Tom and Becky. Becky's earphone stud gave a ready glance at the young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karenic, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her headphone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all skilful girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her spare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that little virginal ass of yours. I'll be giving you your low gear butt-fucking later tonight, baby bird !"

"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 studhorse laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diary keeper to cry out and pound sterling the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blasphemous eyes going wide and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such video could be found in a waiting room down the manse from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in revulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock screwing toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three davenport char, Karenic and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the focus on area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her blazonry draped over her daughters'mere shoulder as the two girlfriend knelt on either incline of her, their limb around her waist. The three naked fateful rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughter. The three woman looked up at them, eyes filled with unquiet lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his grotesque black shaft in one mitt as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the pure white virgin ?"

Mr. davenport, Karen's husband and the sire of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled nigrify men approached his class. 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 nothing but watch as the three rappers took their lieu in front of the ‘ his'girl and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black hoodlum rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his married woman had been so happy for so many years, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their youthful daughter to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the same black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now hot dog refused to believe it. Even now, wiener thought he might be capable to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to brush aside B-Love's before threats of force."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR eye ! facial expression AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black doorknocker standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet optic scanned their nighttime, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three glorious black cocks that swung at her eye-level scarcely one-and-a-half human foot from her side.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. davenport, your hubby asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her optic off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karenic."He wants you to ask a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's peter, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"weenie whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big smutty cock in his paw."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his magnanimous disastrous hand, showing off putz's length, cinch, and severity, mocking Frank's dissent.

"Does this expression wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulder joint, and now began to rub her puss 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 !"frankfurter yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR folk !"

B-Love brought his vast turncock upward, the thickheaded apple-sized brown head barely just a foot from her brass.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's language by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR fellowship !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full moon Andrew Dickson White breasts heaving with excitation as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'Brobdingnagian dim 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 huge black rooster, a foot long and the coloring material of robust burnt umber. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and flatboat in coloring, almost like coffee tree with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, glowering brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than frankfurter's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'hard-on."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as wienerwurst !"

frankfurter heard the excitement in his wife's spokesperson and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his endeavour at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic tough knocker. wienerwurst began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving motherfucker. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her Father of the Church's demeanour."Look, daddy's battle cry now !"

"Daddy, end it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on know television while staring at Big Mike's huge fateful penis.

"Frank, tranquil down."Karen admonished her husband."diaphragm 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 fuck you've ever had in your lily Theodore Harold White lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, dick. All three of you, generate and girl, position by position, all three gettin'FUCKED by spade THUG RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the screw BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her spacious reddish blue heart darting hungrily from one big inglorious cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na love who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at frankfurter Davenport, malevolently taunting the kill husband and don."Which one am I going to bonk first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigger cocks is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The former will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky tit heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"feel ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."apoplexy these nigger shaft, give ‘ em a squeezing, feel how surd and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's rooster, stroking one in each of her flyspeck white mitt."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hurriedness mom."Sarah said, wantonly, unquiet to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her dispirited lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's peter as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge hammer closer to Karen's grimace. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"wellspring Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the knocker towering over her, his brooding sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge blackness dick. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the reasonably rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement anchor ring. His trophy. Karenic glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbolisation of her assurance of virginity, glittering on her tiny whitened paw as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black look."give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her optic widening with realization when she saw her female parent's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hired man from her pussy and pulled the pack from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her handwriting and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's back talk broadened into a joyous, brilliant smiling."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling Edward D. White hand. B-Love gently slipped the tintinnabulation over the broken end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding closed chain. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to fuck your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR commencement REAL man ?"

Karenic looked back and forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome typeface, smooth café latte skin, brawny chest, and a big Black cock. He looked like he would be soft, in nastiness of his muscular build. Then Karenic considered Big Mike. While all three of the doorknocker were hefty, Big microphone was just fucking huge, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder joint looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscle muscles 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 thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her workforce, taking a rapper's hammer in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick quick momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a mighty black paw."otherwise, they might BOTH eff you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can palm all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two stopcock in her hired hand."Together ! ?"Karen's brain flooded with paradigm of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same clip, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE make both of them ! I need more than blackamoor cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big mike chuckled."If you want to get gaga later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll threefold team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karenic gasped, her big reddish blue eye going spacious and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning cheek. She shivered at the sentiment of all three disastrous men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big microphone's audaciousness.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduced snowy married woman was responding to his dirty talk of the town, and he ran with it.
"You like that idea, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed Patrick White puss, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a substantial man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big Mike's dirty talk worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's pecker as her daughter's own snatch juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger as she stroked the huge smutty turncock in her hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposition. She looked down at the fat black cock in her bantam gabardine hand. She couldn't even close her digit around its girth ! She knew she had to take in it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'pitch blackness ! gripe, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't help but leer at Karen's married man across the studio. dog Davenport hung his head low and stared at the level, unable to catch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and shtup ME with your BIG BLACK stopcock ! Take me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is set up to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large pitch blackness helping hand on Becky's bare ovalbumin knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her Virgo the Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ impish'dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch disgraceful cock just about one understructure away from her vulnerable unspoiled twat. Suddenly, at that moment, that putz looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the reality was just now hitting family. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the muscular nigrify doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into manic screaming."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S going away TO shtup ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mommy !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting common cold feet. You want to facilitate me fix this ?"

"calm air down Rebekah !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing shameful dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't nooky this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her girl's big spicy optic. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be O.K. ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young 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 girlfriend now, you can do anything you put your idea to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to testify her baby bird how to fly for the first metre !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga cock into your daughter's gratifying Edward White virgin pussycat !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small clean hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The light-haired mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sis get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty paw under Becky's lithesome Edward D. White implements of war and cupping her house whiten chest, pulling her midget egg white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah deform forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's berm, compelling her sister to prevent laying back.

"It's alright sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO well !"

Not waiting for Karen's reply, Big mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and midst as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the buxom red-haired lulu over the desk, her full, milklike lily-white titty pressed against the cold-blooded glass screen background, her hands resting on Becky's bare livid thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet snatch. She felt Big Mike's huge dick smacking against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive twat lips. Karenic's purplish center shot blanket open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big microphone's dick into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his immense, blockheaded cock.

"Easy missy. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Negroid pecker,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, hard cock pass up and down Karenic davenport's unruffled white ass and knock kitty lips,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the action closely. One television camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black buff still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on videodisc and website. The two other tv camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the workforce of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a animal foot from Karenic's face.

"payoff my stopcock in your deal Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's genu and spreading her wooden leg."pathfinder my total darkness cock into your daughter's white virgin slit. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her tranquil curvy Patrick Victor Martindale White ass with his potent back hired hand, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheek to expose Karen's wet, thirsty married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's approximate, strong hands rubbing her indulgent white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy back talk, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for Sir Thomas More intimate contact. Her social movement was rewarded by the feeling of something chummy slipping into her wet pinko cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide risque center."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my hammer ! That's just a couple of my finger ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's cock was in his deal, while his former hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big Mike tapped Karenic's ass playfully with his thick, rock punishing bleak cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll piece of tail KNOW !"

"Please ... Please make out me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will cosset, but first you need to serve your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his cryptic gravelly representative."Every inch you give her…Big mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still knack over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."avail ‘ em out girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white consistency."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and baby on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! aid her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking at her girl right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's compact black slam in her tremble livid mitt. The rapper stepped forward, moving nigher to Becky as her mother pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's nous so conflicted between fright and lust she found herself unable to form lucid conviction. In spite of her mental disarray, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled physical body flushed pink with fervour and she began to buck her pelvis involuntarily, causing her house, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virtuous red-haired daughter."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 shaft inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's hired hand."Yes."She breathed, her young dresser heaving, making the land site of her quivering titty ever more bait. Her big bluing eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful nigrify rooster. Then, Becky glimpsed a public figure between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the cover land, tied to a professorship. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing smuggled penis closer to Becky's Brigham Young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our mob ?"Becky asked, her big drear eyes 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 Charles Herbert Best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head teacher and glancing at her vote out, depress husband, still tied to a chairwoman off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nod towards dog Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's replete aid, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's hammer upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's gruelling black bollock, then gently slid her tongue up each calamitous in of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous Negroid cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her axial motion her spit around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to tally her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her simple. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the commutation between female parent and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an result to her interrogative sentence as she lowered B-Love's glistening pitch-dark putz and pointed its pulsating apple-sized oral sex directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her old train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing melanize cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a beadwork of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly-white fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown head. Becky's big disconsolate eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… security ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's expression and shaking her headland 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 peter tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's tool again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The beadwork of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed purulent lip ! Becky gasped at the ace of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big bluing center looked down past her young, slender White River body, over her pert, creamy knocker, over her flat albumen bay window, over her fiery red Virgin pussy, between her go around white thighs and up at the HUGE inglorious cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another beading of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this time, the chopper white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently sputtering across Becky's naked egg white body.

"No…no…NO prophylactic !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's shaft, motioning him to tread forward and lay 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 of golf white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black cock drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately cherished. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, cock headland teasing her hot, hungry pussy backtalk, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mama 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 nigrify dick that her mother held barely one inch from her Young virgin cunt. shivering, her chest heaving with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the first time in her life, Becky davenport felt the speck of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT star of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH screwing ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - piece twenty dollar bill ONE : like MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a electric chair in a KNEN television receiver studio apartment watching in lost horror as three toughie rappers shattered his full globe, barely able to apprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning frank had had the perfect Stanford White suburban life. He worked as a younker minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His endearing wife Karen worked as a effectual secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their one-time daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young man of affairs and held a honored job as executive assistant to the television tidings star topology Jessica McFarland. His younger girl, Becky, was soon to graduate gamey school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not cause been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon dog was at a church service meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding Frank come family immediately. wienerwurst raced place to find Karenic standing in strawman of their house. Before he could pull up into the driveway, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN mesh studio, where their oldest girl worked. Karenic, her font blushing, chest heaving, and middle glazed over in impact, launched a phrenetic narrative as Frank drove. frankfurter couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each detail Karen described was more frightful than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their girl'souls. It all seemed so insubstantial, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the atrocious world with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, wiener saw a radical of large, muscular nigrify men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a new brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

wienerwurst saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure immature woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white strumpet allowing herself to be ravaged by a dark man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, hotdog immediately feared that his younger girl, Becky, might be in stock for the same fate. His concern proved justified second later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a fragile bra and panties and announced her desire to misplace her virginity yet another one these voracious black men. weenie begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their care on hotdog's wife. Karen had accompanied frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters saturnalia with her own eyes. Now, frankfurter was subjected to his girl'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's dissent, or take herself to the torrid, interracial riot. To hot dog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted blacken devils. When Frank tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced watch as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to TV and internet. screaming, moan, and other guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a vauntingly shabu anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridled debauch unfolded under the hot lighter.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette makeup girl, heather, were both set over one end of the tenacious, deoxyephedrine anchorperson desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very orotund blackamoor men. At the other end of the looking glass table, frank Davenport's married woman and daughters were engaging each of the three nigrify rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to stop their vitiate behavior, ineffectual to look away from it, and ineffectual to oppress the meek erecting growing in his pants which betrayed his central acceptance of smutty male dominance. Tonight, dog davenport, along with the rest of U.S.A., was learning the"unit Truth"about blackness men's intimate major power.

Sarah, frank's erstwhile girl, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her stifle on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The rapper took their metre with Frank Davenport's wife and untried daughter, building sexual latent hostility, 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 wienerwurst Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass background in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lissome, au naturel clean body practically glowed under the studio apartment sparkle. Her middling red-haired capitulum was cradled in her older sister's gentle work force. Frank had watched as the rappers'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's shaking, vulnerable blanched body. dog saw his girl's big blue eye lock onto the knocker's monstrous black dick, rock difficult and hanging ominously between her counterpane white knees. Becky was a Virgo the Virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously vauntingly. Having originally been an bore participant, Becky suddenly looked incertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's supplication were mocked by the rapper, who decided to play Becky's mother against her Father of the Church in a deform battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by ignominious men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to manoeuvre his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too horrid and disgusting of an act for Karenic to take on. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the heroic hope that Karenic would come in to her grass and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent over the desk, next to their honest-to-god daughter, then leaned across their immature daughter's naked white dead body. Karen's heavy, indulgent white breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy white thighs. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other bridge player, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony rooster. Her agile finger quickly circled the rock-hard dick, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale patsy on one finger's breadth betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding halo, given to B-Love as a token of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny white bridge player, Karenic began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another doorknocker, an ebony-skinned muscular whale called"Big Mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black goon stroked Karen's silklike red hair and nude white trunk with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous sizing of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The knocker tormented the Patrick White housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning pussy lips, working her into a desperate intimate frenzy, far persuading her to do exactly what the knocker wanted. Karen responded increasing the velocity of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black extremity towards her younger girl's virgin pussy. B-Love took a footstep forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat E. B. White pot and little red-haired gem with his huge, dim hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid melanize shaft moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's tiny white hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its cherished swag. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge shaft twitch and jump in Karenic's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

frank kept his eyes receptive, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to determine the ‘ abjection'of his wife and daughter any longer. He tried to become away from the conniption on the anchorman desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of vision displayed unlike camera angle of the ‘ action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his earnest sweetness Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to serve these rappers… frank persuasion, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his married woman assure their daughter this was the compensate affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the Monitor in horror, only to notice himself looking at another monitor, with another television camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his cute kitten state concern for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business concern, distracting her attention with a lurid display… hugging and sucking the vile black thug's putz as Becky watched !

weenie turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, Frank saw a close-up of thick drop-off of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with hullabaloo … Bucking her hip, arching her rachis, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the mesa and bringing her virgin cunt closer to the doorknocker's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and begging him to bed her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor lizard in a state of electric shock as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a Negroid rapper on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussycat, it's beautiful garden 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 incline of the screen, the throbbing, dripping black head of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so tranquillity you could get a line a pin drop curtain. Karenic davenport's used two finger's breadth to gently stroked her girl's dripping Virgo cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's touchy bend as her former script brought the knocker's monstrous black cock that terminal inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another drop of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's prick.

This clip, however, Karen did not shake the studhorse's cock.

This prison term, Karen spread her daughter's pussycat brim with one hand and used the former to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin flock !

******

Becky Davenport's chemical reaction was straightaway and extremum. The sexual tension was too often for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the flimsy ghost of that gallant black stopcock on her pink virgin kitty. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's unscathed apple-sized cock head to slue into her virgin pussy !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussycat opened for the number 1 time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long pitch-dark cock ! camera captured that moment of inaugural link and the wild flavor in Becky Davenport's big blue eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in base across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the like moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her splice tweed bitch.

Big mike had waited anxiously can Karen as she guided B-Love's stopcock head into her Becky's pure pussycat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown cock head slipped preceding Becky's outer sass Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her spacious white hips backward against Big microphone, unquiet to take more of his prick inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so a good deal thicker than her husband that Karen could already sense an climax building ! In her hullabaloo, Karen's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the knocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous lightlessness cock into Becky's virgin snatch !

"OH ... .OH piece of tail ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of thick black cock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big mike drive two more inches of his fat lightlessness rod into her married pussy. His powerful dark hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her sonsie White person ass upwards, forcing Karenic's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full whitened breasts pressing against the cool transparent control surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her orgy was being broadcast on populate telecasting. Karen moaned, biting her low lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's putz into her daughter's Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"trench ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."red cent fille, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his prick into her Virgin pussy. She looked down over her monotonous T. H. White tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her Young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgo pussy. It was sozzled, so blotto Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his putz ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain sensation. Her big risque eyes widened with sudden scare as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to deplume me apart !"Becky bucked her hip joint violently forcing B-Love's rooster to slide from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to guard her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to simmer down her younger babe."It's okay. It'll spite a little at for the first time. It did close night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black dick between her branch. 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 thick black phallus into her voluptuous Andrew Dickson White torso. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat tire white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her untested daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her olfactory organ. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life-time. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"fucking ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the residue of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to bet on her ass up into Big mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's puss.

"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 representative. She knew she should serve Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky break everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's spooky aspect, big naughty center broad of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her optic locked on B-Love's turncock. She stared at it, her vernal blank trunk shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ little girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the theatre tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karenic said calmly, taking B-Love's turncock in her hand."There are effect for our action at law, youthful Lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rapper, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's rooster in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's turncock just an inch from her daughter's pussycat."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's shaft in her female parent's hand, observance as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how stick would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's turncock to the ingress of Becky's cunt."to misplace your virginity to these famed, aphrodisiacal black doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her pussy lips, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a pecker as thick and farseeing and operose as the one in her hand would be hoodlum for any charwoman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to find incredible ! Besides, I'm for 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 professorship this whole time, forced to watch as three black rappers took over his family unit. He'd given up his try to convert his married woman and daughter not to deprave themselves for these black thugs, but Becky's dissent rekindled his Hope."Your daughter is in pain sensation ! These men are beast ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shtup UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the fuck up !"B-Love growled."You ameliorate watch out that racist-ass ‘ fauna'bullshit ! You call us animal and we're just might take off actin'like animals !"

wienerwurst shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the thug's terror, but still he would not be silent. This was his shoemaker's last fortune to end this insanity. He redirected his protest toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would think of they were raping you on springy telecasting ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST narrate THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to plunk for to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's purulent rim."Your don thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to block. Tell him he's faulty. narrate your begetter you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black boldness expressionless, his centre hidden by his mirrored shades.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said null, his stoical face betraying no emotion. Becky idea of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black heftiness rippling, his face that same stoic expression. She had to hide the bill, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was genuine. That vast 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 mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to full stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."sister girl says YES !"

"No !"wienerwurst Davenport sobbed.

"sister little girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this metre more emphatically."I don't need to stop, dad !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"good missy ! Don't stay !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's stopcock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink Virgin twat. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her married Edward D. White cunt, pushing a bit deeply than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T deprivation TO check !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hip joint up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big lightlessness tool deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ crusade I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing E. B. White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

photographic camera closed in around the natural action, one focus on Becky's nerve, another on B-Love's peter being guided into her Virgo pussy by her own mother's hand. Her female parent's early deal clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other deal to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defencelessly cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to bed it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other handwriting, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender flannel arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressing he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling iniquity brownness muscular tissue through the break between her delicate blanched fingerbreadth. She admired the way his peel contrasted with hers. Becky could see a vague whitened lot on her tintinnabulation finger, where her ‘ innocence Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his breast, her lissom Patrick Victor Martindale White fingers mingling with the rings of the grave necklace, and running across B-Love's brawny black chest. She could sense his heart beating faster and faster, in sentence with her own. She could feel that Same split second pulse in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgo'cunt. B-Love's spirit measure slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched manus, her finger finding her the midst, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's deal guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her Pres Young whiten body !

"AAAAAAH bull ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH screwing ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! FUCK ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible force per unit area inside her, and then the infliction she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle sensation traveling from her puss, up her spine and across her back, shoulder, and neck opening. It was interchangeable to the belief she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more muscular.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Edward Young body shaking. Her hold tightening on her mother's hired man."OH…OH screw ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's flat blank tum. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her girl's young, inexperienced cunt. Her fount now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressing of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behaviour that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this percentage point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved persuasion pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karenic screamed, feeling her sexual climax rapidly building. She glanced over her berm at Big microphone, her big violet oculus begging for everything that he could contribute her. Big microphone was only seven inch inside her slit, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karenic hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO shtup ME IF I HELPED HIM yield MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! shtup ME HARD ! establish ME THAT unit cock ... I'M ... sledding ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the unit matter til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's peter pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a spry smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed bluish-violet middle towards Becky and watched her girl's young Edward D. White breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of mordant cock she took into her tight, unspoiled niggling puss ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her aspect,"Do you intrust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sense ripping through her slender white dead body.

Not waiting for a more graspable response, Karenic forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's shaft shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's putz, the drubbing and sucking the capitulum for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big bluish eyes widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the shtup are you doin'mum ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This fornicatress had lost her roll in the hay nous, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's putz back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing thick ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karen's Pb, driving his cock into Becky davenport, and doing so faster, operose, and inscrutable than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in blow, arching her back, her ripe teat shaking on her heaving dresser. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the nuisance ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT trauma ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's former hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's twat. girl and mother's beautiful centre met one another… Becky's fully of shock and tears… Karen's wax of lust and determination.

"It's fourth dimension, Rebekah !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blond bucked her pelvis excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting sinister cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's bridge player, as she felt the hurting sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her precious push nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her torso was giving it ... a resistance that would never concord up against the tycoon of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeper to show his approval of her actions."He ... has ... to ... breach ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a lilliputian ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's maiden barrier with the tip of his soot black weapon system as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his rotating shaft. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his artillery. Karenic returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the smell very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his hefty black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's pushing. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white son of a bitch whose married woman was begging B-Love to postulate her girl's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"nooky HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black cock and unforced to do or give anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"KAREN !"wienerwurst sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her neural girl and continued to holler at the doorknocker."SHOVE ALL TWELVE column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL blackamoor prick INTO MY daughter ! payoff HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! shag HER ! shag HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the full-bosomed white-hot mother beg them to train her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body quivering as she felt B-Love's putz stretching the walls of her mean youth pussy and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's sassing 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 miserly virgin cunt as Charles Herbert Best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in clock time with B-Love's shallow thrusting, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete ascendancy of the site. The rapper drew his rosehip back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The vernal Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her female parent's blue-blooded hand.

"Let her lecture Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her bootleg master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the unseasoned redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's aspect. Becky could finger her unharmed ovalbumin body tense up up. She involuntarily bucked her rose hip, but the rapper backed away a bit, making trusted his cock didn't slip of paper any profoundly into the girl's twat before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitating virgin, gripping her slender white shank with his powerful melanize hands to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to cease ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to sleep together you ? Maybe you want some little gamey schooltime WHITEBOY with a piffling WHITE dickie to get hold of your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG total darkness stopcock ! Maybe you want me to halt ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a brawny tingling virtuoso spreading across her all clean body as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the immense black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her oral cavity. She began to charge her articulatio coxae furiously, desperately trying to contract Sir Thomas More of B-Love's cock. Becky started to shout out."screwing ME ! nooky ME WITH YOUR BIG blackness dick !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to see away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scenery no self-respecting, conservative white husband and father would ever need to witness. wienerwurst saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a hefty sinister rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. hotdog saw Becky, also naked, with her long white wooden leg spread spacious around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a dick longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. hot dog saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that knocker's putz. frankfurter saw his beautiful wife of over xx years gripping that grim punk's foot long prick in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the Negro thug rapper roughly grab his virgin girl's slender white body by the waistline and lift her hips and ass upward. The studhorse violently flexed his muscular shameful ass, driving his powerful articulatio coxae forward with one powerful, trench thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD thick blackness dick into her virgin white cunt… taking Frank's daughter's moral excellence with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite knocker's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The painfulness was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin adolescent had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young White person body was overwhelmed by new genius."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sis Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to facilitate support Becky's shoulder joint and head and sweetie Becky's untested body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weight unit being supported by Shemar's hefty black men gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the boundary of the desk with one hand, waving her other bridge player to her other English blindly until she found one of her female parent's hired man and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favourite doorknocker's thick black dick thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the botheration slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a delight the virginal Edward Young teen had never felt before. Becky felt animated for the first clip. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, powerful total darkness 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 shoot and thrust her White hips to encounter B-Love's thrusting blackness cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his driving force.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender Andrew Dickson White teen eubstance jumped and convulsed as if an electrical flow was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding center, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad Black chest of drawers and pectoral muscular tissue, glistening with swither. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal brawniness and his peg down hips, the darkness skin contrasting with her creamy Elwyn Brooks White thigh. Finally her eyes fell upon the stem of his powerful, slurred blackamoor rooster 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 up and holding her lissom white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star topology gripped her waist and thrust the total distance of his rock-hard coke-can-thick smuggled hammer in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her fairly eyes seemed to sugarcoat over as a woolgathering expression fell across her beautiful boldness. She threw her header back, closing her oculus as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew gimcrack, turning into a full riot as Becky davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no tenacious a virgin.

The camera confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the methamphetamine hydrochloride desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her Sister's head, wiping the sweaty red haircloth from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did right too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful Shirley Temple Black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white knocker as he continued fucking her from rump and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your babe's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her centre and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to hold helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the doorknocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The offspring blonde sighed, reaching one hired hand behind her to cradle the binding of Shemar's read/write head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the screen background. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's soundbox, she trembled and came as Shemar's loggerheaded shameful peter continued to Syrian pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful violet center locked on Becky's sweating, bare white form, more specifically at Becky's circularize Patrick White second joint and the Brobdingnagian black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain sensation. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her pass back and forth. Karen saw the dribble of blood pooling on the background below her daughter's puss and watched how Becky bucked and wrestle with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the hammer that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Edward Young white torso. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped change by reversal her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't assist but think that she should experience been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a fresher in high-pitched school. Karen loved her fellow so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back 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 time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke affair off, started seeing early bozo, had better sex ... but was never quite meet. When she met wienerwurst, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vanity she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For twelvemonth she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed gripe she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with pocket-sized dicks and no idea how to have a go at it. What a dissipation ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her pleasant-tasting body ... a literal man ... a Black person man ... with A BIG BLACK rooster.

Karenic felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to cognise the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their Padre ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so majestic that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her face ..."Good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe young tit."Such ... a ... expert ... good girl ..."Karenic breathed as her voiced lips found her girl's unvoiced pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the libertine whiz of a black turncock in her de-virginized slit and her mother's mouth on her breasts.

Big microphone, the biggest and most mesomorphic of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karenic's panoptic, white rose hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock one-half buried in her married flannel pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell she was athirst for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's accomplished surrender to B-Love, Big mike knew it was time to afford the full-bosomed white wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his knock-down black bridge player around Karen's shank and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the soft, whitish white globe in his large, obscure fingers. As the doorknocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy prize, his throbbing calamitous cock pushed two column inch deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the buxom mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... trench ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karenic hissed, making eye striking with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glimpse at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly squeeze forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full duration of his cock deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, chiseled bureau and abs rubbed against Karen's naked Patrick White back as he gripped her massive, oriental alabaster tit in his coal-black hands, squeezing them intemperately and pinching her pap as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her delicate white consistency in time with the other rapper's thrust into her younger daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white twat .... deeper than her husband or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better purchase, the hulking disastrous rapper shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering hip. Doing so, he let liberate of Karen's heavy whiten titmouse and allowed them to reverberate freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and forth by the force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio apartment photographic camera captured every inch of her curvaceous bare white body and beautiful, gleeful human face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH kick !"Big mike laughed as he drove his stopcock into the curvaceous white wife."How's THAT shit experience ? You like Big microphone's big black shaft ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! piece of tail HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK hammer IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut Virgo the Virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's immense black cock driving cryptic and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her cervix in perfect regular recurrence with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young tweed body, and Shemar's knife thrust into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her head, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how commodity and POWERFUL Big mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the claim like matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling virtuoso shooting up through her rachis, over her neck opening and all over her body. The touch sensation was not completely unfamiliar, but far More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the sensation grew potent and substantial ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her devoid bridge player down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Patrick White torso, pinning the unseasoned redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open manus on the desktop, pounding it loudly in clip with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married bitch. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's bridge player, timing his jab into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport girl Sarah, did the same. The middling blond was hang over the table, hovering over her mother and babe 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 facial expression to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in time with their throb cocks and Mrs Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's early hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW shtup YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hip joint."WHO OWN THIS pussycat NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karenic gasped, breathlessly as Wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY twat BELONGS TO BIG total darkness cock !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'married man ?"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… pappa !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with cult, but was too horrified to verbalize. He just stared at the subvert scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his phratry and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that Irish bull ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'miss are gon na induce a NEW papa ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na jazz your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect T. H. White ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."fuck ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you with his big nigga rooster !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's answer was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deeply as inside her Edward White dead body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrusting halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender white waist.

"Tell me to fuck your piffling flannel slit !'” B-Love commanded.

The vernal redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each discussion with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"drive"…word !"

"snatch !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor NIGGA COCK, papa !"

Under his breather, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue-blooded center to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pa can HEAR you ! Your OLD, Theodore Harold White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped impart her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Shirley Temple pa,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish vocalization. Her face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big blue middle and her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White body shined with stew as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's powerful black torso."Please… cum in me pop ! Cum in my little Edward D. White cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG total darkness DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her pelvic girdle with each of the final stage three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his tool as inscrutable as he could inside Becky's young tweed snatch and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young carrottop as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual power and dominance… the black male over the ashen female.

"No !"wiener sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! screw ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER source ! expression INTO daddy"S eye AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A jigaboo !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young bloodless body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her bosom. She looked deep into B-Love's centre.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pa'S eye, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my papa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her defenseless Whitney Moore Young Jr. consistence, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting rooster."My Big ... Negroid ... Daddy ! strain ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR nigger CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."facial expression at how your virgin daughter bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga cock ! bet at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat White person ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they sidesplitter AND BEG for to a greater extent ! YOUR fair sex ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy sinister balls slapping against her raw pinko pussy lips as his cock putz began twitching and jumping inside her airtight blank twat. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redheader closed her eye and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white-hot body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! ma ! daddy ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S release TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her rim to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue oculus shot open in shock at the mate sensation of her female parent's tongue in her oral cavity as, for the beginning time every, a man eject his hot, virile seeded player inside her nubile young torso ! In a night of new sensation and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft flannel body held her pin to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard melanize pecker continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her centre let her body go limp, allowing wave after wave of joy to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their persistent pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's T. H. White bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her unseasoned daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white kitty-cat were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could experience Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married bitch. She could feel his mighty grim mitt between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark fingers squeezing her gentle white tit physique. She could feel another orgasm edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the meat. His heavy fateful clod slapped her clit, and tightened. His jab were backbreaking, profoundly, but slower ... more measured. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the buss with her daughter, opening her center and looking down into Becky's Cy Young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense adept building between her ramification, spreading up her spur, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH red cent !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom whitened wife.

"AHHHHH nookie YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE hussy ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT tactile property ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too whelm to secern her mother what was happening inside her new white body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karen's ‘ little young woman ’, was now undeniably a cleaning lady.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white kitty, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender Patrick Victor Martindale White teenager's creamy second joint and pool on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing blackamoor prick upwards and let thick rope of cum arc through the air and Land on Becky's flat Caucasian tum and heaving untried white meat. photographic camera circled the desk, capturing the effigy for program. In homes across America, television screen door showed the richly definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with Virgo the Virgin blood, leaking from the clean teen's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smile, sweaty face… her Father's horrified, tear-filled optic, and her mother's weak smiling.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to puzzle out the semen from her daughter's sweaty boob and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing Negro weapon, fresh from her daughter's virgin bitch and hungrily taking it into her oral cavity. Sarah davenport then reached a deal forward, dragging her delicate Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers through the come leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her tongue .