E & I EXCLUSIVE - region ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Black PHALLUS ...

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The electronic computer screen flickered to biography with the image of a blaze sun. A small subtitle appeared in the lower left corner of the sieve :"The wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Shirley Temple Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at first, just the episodic pluckiness of a lonely guitar string. The exposure whites-out then refocuses on a route in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its toughie. Finally, the car's engine splatter and it pulls off to the face of the route. The tv camera angle undercut to the interior of the car, showing a Patrick White family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white married woman sitting at his position. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college predilection brochure, is their jolly blanched daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 histrion. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girlfriend looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the slope of the road and she rolls her center. The wife doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the cap. vulture 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 hand from the heat energy. The daughter sees her Fatherhood shaking his hand and prancing around the straw man of the car. Again, the luxuriously school graduate rolls her eye, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her prison cell phone. She picks up her cell speech sound and starts entering a telephone routine.

The photographic camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front end seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the girl's bridge player wiretap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE saboteur"on its cover. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her heading at and nods toward her forefather. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the daughter. The girl shakes her head and again fling mom the speech sound. Mom takes the earphone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling piranha again. The family now has all the car room access open, and are all sudation. The married man has stripped off his crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white chassis. The wife sits beside him, several blouse release undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The cap of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her Bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a windlass drives up beside the syndicate and parks in front man of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a boastfully black mechanic gets out. The music for the video finally starts properly now, a grueling aggressive rap heartbeat, the same one barely heard on the girl's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is improbable and very brawny, wearing some loose fitting jeans and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her founding father and female parent get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The married man opens the cowl and attempt to examine the locomotive engine again, but the towering total darkness mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The machinist glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive engine, pretending to be interest, her arms stretched over her caput, clutching the car's exhaust hood and showing off her lithe, scantily clothe eubstance. The stud poker grin, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbutton revealing her internal segmentation of her sizeable breasts and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how much hide she's disclosure and turns away, blushing from superfluity. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her gloomy lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to vacate the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own straight midsection. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight fiddling ass in her denim short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's bantam boxershorts, over her flat tan belly, her business firm sweaty breast, pouting lips, and ice blue centre. The stud makes eye contact with the young lady, making trusted she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the spliff. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the shop mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the locomotive, making trusted to shit a couple of extra implicative push as he drives it abode. The mother pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap pulsation continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound character on the video is misfortunate, but lyric can be made out :

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

The automobile mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful black blazonry, he pulls his shirt over his oral sex, revealing his darkness, powerful torso, rippling with muscles. Mom's big blue sky heart widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the auto-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the mechanic's pouch and sees the pair of baseball mitt he COULD have used to give the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the railway locomotive over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The grease monkey bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the travail making his black skin shine in the sun. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of in, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The auto-mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt tending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his rap. With one swift motion, he yanks the belt from his pant and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* strait. The husband start in fright and covers his oral sex for protection. As this happens, the camera slant changes to express the black machinist in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the automobile mechanic violently yanks his belted ammunition off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the medicine television would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The photographic camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, eyes wide-cut, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the grease monkey's cock. The camera returns to the late camera Angle within a endorsement, and the shop mechanic is pulling up his pants. The hubby, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

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

The automobile mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the windlass, lifting the front of the car from the route, then gesture for the household to join him in the motortruck's cab. The machinist opens the passenger door for the family, helping the girl up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the car-mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her round ass a little push up into the rear end. side by side, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to ingest fear of himself. The mechanic then walks around the presence of his truck and climbs up into the driver's fanny, but as his monumental black skeleton squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four the great unwashed will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the grease monkey's lap. Seeking to debar an out or keeping situation, the husband motility for the wife to sit in his lap and make way for the girl. The wife declines the fling, and before the husband can take a firm stand, it's too late. The girl hops into the auto-mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the car-mechanic's broad black facial expression. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the shop mechanic's bare, black-market torso. The auto-mechanic starts the truck and begins to aim as the blanched adolescent wiggle and giggles in his lap. The words continue :

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

The husband and father looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the blackened mechanic's lap. The machinist move his headland left and right, trying to see around the daughter's point so that he can force. The girl continues to wrestle 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 psyche resting on one of his broad black shoulders. The car-mechanic glimpse downward, getting a raspberry's eye persuasion of the teenage girl's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to possess trouble steering the motortruck, and the married man glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The car-mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty albumen wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the splashboard and the driver's arm to retain from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the category's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not sufficiency way in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a mo, looking at his girl, trying to draw up herself as she sits in the pitch-dark macho-man's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might come about if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The hubby then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange antsy looking, the married man glance again at the mechanic and his girl, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in trouble, and the wife smiles at him, as if to evidence him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The married man takes a rich, exaggerated intimation and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the married man pats his place on the truck's bench keister, indicating the married woman should scoot over and name way for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the folk car's driver's ass, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the midsection of the terrace seat. The mechanic begins to beat back away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the great stern windowpane of the truck cab. A distressed feel creeps across the husband's nerve as he sees that in spite of the supernumerary room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very rough ride in the towed kin car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is cognizant of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench ass is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the car-mechanic and her daughter. The married man can see that his wife's cheek shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck number one wood's attending. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the work bench and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the device driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his tail end, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his expression. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her blazonry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his girl is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a seat on the far incline of the truck's cab. The husband is about to breathe a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first off, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the auto-mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to keep her spine. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the hand truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grab her work force and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of survey. The married man looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her grimace. She is not trying to rise over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to advertise her mother closer to the car-mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her caput and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the automobile mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's behind window. He mouths the dustup"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and wave at her father. She then go for her script up, decoration facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her oral cavity, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite see and starts hitting the trumpet again and again until he sees his wife's principal pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His reasonably white wife is gasping and wiping her lip. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her unembellished bloodless ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The father scout, back talk agape, as his daughter climbs back in front line of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the motortruck begins to veer violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert flatus !

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

Desperately, the married man blasts the car automobile horn yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to stop. He sees his moderately white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick blue eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it loose, revealing her ample, bra clad boob. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the shiny desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring digit up at him and slips the wedding band from her White River script, 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 last clock time, blowing him a candy kiss with one paw and wave arrivederci, before reaching up to the ceiling of the motortruck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's lure releases the fellowship car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a tatty crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safety catch as he watches the wrecker driving off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the subtitle appeared in the small corner of the screen :"The tow truck ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Negroid Phallus / recording label : E & I Records ”.

Two senior high school senior turned away from the covert after watching it with such finish attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring dewy-eyed at the computer concealment. She was the more innocent of the two little girl. Like her best Quaker Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with yearn red hair, alluring jet eyes, and a perch sprinkle of freckle across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her house was very spiritual. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her quondam Sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian values. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul oral communication, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these regulation with no job. Becky however, was a bit disaffected and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had oceanic abyss concerns about the fact that Becky had done thing like worn mid-riff stripping tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with band of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative cover covered more skin than did nigh of the other tops worn by her match. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in cattiness of the issue of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her moral excellence was no footling feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity pack, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would stay on a Virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as violent as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state streak that Becky did own, secretly, was her sense of taste in euphony. Becky loved rap medicine, and her champion Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"Black person Phallus ”. The songs were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more than of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few linkup that she found for"Black genus Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on erotica sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's information processing system prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. blackamoor Phallus CD's seemed inconceivable to find in topical anesthetic music computer storage, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her acquaintance. Some of the girls at shoal were surprised that cautious Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the language were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm method and heartbeat made her want to dance. What she didn't credit to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasion that buttoned-down Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Joseph Black genus Phallus song to attain the best climax. Sir Thomas More and more, she wanted to take heed their music and learn about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her protagonist Lauren came over to chaffer, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music television that had been leaked online.

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

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

"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 ‘ machinist'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. feel, it's a legitimatize video recording, I got it from their website. It's the 1st one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing."

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

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you inquire if the rumor are true ..."

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

"The rumors about their call being based on literal events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you think what variety of guy would pull out that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

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

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

"What consultation ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT INTERVIEW ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not love 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 eyes widening, not fully believing what her ally was saying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would riff out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's judgement was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting Black genus Phallus !"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 music being so pop in the clubhouse, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ endure no-holds barred, exclusive audience and show America and the rest of the world what Black phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a course credit board, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to admittance a television consultation with a rap chemical group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The internet site said that black penis is planning to show some of their other music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"tow truck"video recording was denotative, just conceive of what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was hard for her sheltered mind to imagine how much racier the pitch blackness Phallus music picture could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her intellect began to wind, thinking about a just how sexually explicit pitch blackness phallus might pee their medicine videos. The persuasion of seeing erotic panorama unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ unfounded ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's report of orgies and sex company that the knocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just pathetic history, neither girlfriend completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her view were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come in over to my berth that night, rest over and look on the consultation on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP bye ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her grok friend."I ... I think I should call my Sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWO : PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH audience"

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In the two class since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected untried womanhood in American idiot box journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communication theory battlefield, and immediately found employment with a overseas telegram news network. It was a safe job too, as an"entertainment letter writer"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should stimulate gone to somebody with Thomas More experience, but Jessica had the spring chicken and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer figure, flawless white complexion, dazzling grinning, and big puritanic centre. Her beautiful case was framed by a dense plenty of wavy, silky, blonde pilus that she kept cut above her neckline. Her part was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a sort of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'cheek, ‘ not-so-innocent'representative, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news story. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a family gens. Before long, her picture graced the screening of dozens of powder magazine, and she received many lucrative go for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attending, she was let down that it seemed to sharpen so much on her show. Money and pic were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or mould, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and dally down her youthful figure of speech, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her celebrated form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer case in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a jolly expression who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in nastiness of the fact that her presence had increased the network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted to a greater extent money, she could take the assorted modeling and advertising offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to establish.

When her contract came up for rehabilitation at the end of one yr, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and Thomas More say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do Sir Thomas 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 young ‘ entertainment newspaperman ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and look for greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-run memory. With her husband Billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a phone call from a touch network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar passel as the host of a word program for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a wax faculty at her disposal. What's more, becoming the principal anchorperson of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to purport chronicle ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment fig. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that depicted object because the altogether network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was little risk in taking the job. The net was going to pay her half of a yr's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, baton, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this web, unlike her current employer, would move over her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her noted, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly affluent and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and spring chicken mart. To appeal to this audience, KNEN combined grievous current intimacy reporting with an edgy youthful range, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male person seemed to comprise the majority of the tribal chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive mesh. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had new fruit and bottled Caribbean spring water in her binding room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite high. The exclusively affair that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

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

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all grim men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. nightstick felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make thing spoiled, Jessica's felicity with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually belligerent. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and nightstick's exhaustion and tenseness kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able-bodied to micturate love to his Thomas Young, aphrodisiac wife to a greater extent than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. billystick knew that he was the but thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could order there was something wrongfulness, but as a good deal as she loved nightstick, and as eagre as she was for their sex animation to return to formula, she didn't have time to find out what the trouble was. There were other matters on her head. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black 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 lyrics created images of extreme fury. What was unusual was that pitch blackness member's lyrics weren't controversial because of wild imagery, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on TV, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black genus Phallus refused to admit any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video epithelial duct refused to air the video without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the former Joseph Black Phallus video were never aired. They didn't even make their videos uncommitted 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 group had managed to become very popular in belowground R-2, and beginning to have an shock on democratic acculturation. Thus every clip, television course of study, and news meshing remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an audience, yet nobody could ever appear to get one. And then, as the level went, KNEN scored the insufferable. Black member agreed to an scoop interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after workweek of extended, surreptitious dialogue with KNEN administrator. The negotiations were so secret that even after workweek of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more storm to come across that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best chance to testify that she could be a truly provocative diary keeper, rather than just some deskbound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the consultation. Aside from this being her first major ‘ intelligence'audience, she'd had very little meter to do any enquiry on the mathematical group. entropy was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of fuss tracking down a copy of the group's CD and video recording, before one was finally provided to her by pitch blackness Phallus's phonograph record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course of instruction, Jessica was worried about the conceding and correspondence that KNEN had been forced to produce, before the controversial chemical group would accord to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap mathematical group, a springy studio performance, and the rightfield to point any or all of the never-before-seen euphony video that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the grouping demanded that KNEN devote a completely ‘ premier clock time'eventide 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 sort on the interview, nor on the music video recording. Further, the group also wanted their own engine driver to man studio's equipment, so that a lot of the normal KNEN studio apartment work party would not be pose. What was more than, due to the controversial and rabble-rousing nature of some of their language and political sight, the group insisted on additional protection mensuration, including security control of the studio for penis of their own security department team. Finally, the radical demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain day of the month, due to their tight schedule. This last precondition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three Day to organize for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cablegram news mesh, KNEN was in a position to gratify the radical's requirement. The John Major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To forefend any potential FCC obscenity violations and issues, the web had suggested the thought of the pay-per-view consultation with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the cognitive content may be of a"graphic or sexually denotative nature, and inappropriate for those under 18 class of age, and some former TV audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's website, and Black Phallus's website, with the same obscenity admonition. Of form everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to perform some variety of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked millions of dollar bill worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In malice of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided consultation would be worth the risk involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the consultation was set up.

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

The truth was that both Negro Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Saami arrangement, Solomon baron's Ebony & tusk endeavour, Inc. To help obnubilate this connectedness from the journalistic art of sure newsman, the alone interview that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various concern, all with one John Roy Major docket, the intimate dominance of melanize men over clean women. For the well-nigh constituent, E & I controlled stage business were very insidious in their advancement of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to raise calamitous men's flesh and sexual top executive.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical substance,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable intimate foreplay in women, and cause impotency among men. The bottled piddle with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was criterion in operation procedure. Over the class E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual cleaning lady and even unhurt business sector, and then use them to create interracial pornography or other materials to advance E & I's agenda. For security system purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'patronage that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a answer, E & I businesses operated with yard of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agendum. The only connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Negroid men, and trusted deputy to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial base. The plan was that the tempestuous unseasoned blacken male and malcontent livid juvenility that listened to rap medicine would hear this message over and over through the medicine, and would be psychologically conditioned to conceive every word of it. Negro males would become more sexually strong-growing, and be encouraged pursue sexual skirmish with white women. White males would begin to see bootleg males as sexual superiors, and palpate embarrassed about their sexual inadequateness and small member. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white male person as undeserving and black male person as the most desirable sexual specimens.

lightlessness Phallus was the linchpin of the Ingredient X recording label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced black men, part 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 black men, and subverting clean male sexuality. The philosophy that the group advocated was that black men were the intimate alpha Male of the human airstream. As such, inkiness males had the right to fuck and engender any char, every cleaning woman, they wanted… even matrimonial womanhood, and especially white charwoman. What unspoilt way to essay their claim than by seducing a beloved, married American icon on video ? So it was that Black Phallus's first single interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its wizard reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss 's exposed function door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"Shirley Temple Phallus"CD and medicine videos 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 papers on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit studious or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with recollective dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing iniquity colors, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unfashionable manner of eyeglasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her peach and figure were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attending a endorse cerebration though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite bright, with an fantabulous inclination and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's motive. They had formed a conclusion, sister-like adhesiveness in the few month they'd worked together. They were on first name price, though Sarah thought it authoritative to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything lupus erythematosus might undermine Jessica's say-so, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to progress to sure as shooting she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a behind and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 circumstances in your problems with the reckoner ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was comical to take heed to her. Sarah was a spiritual girl and never swore. She never used the noble's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, moans, and grunt of foiling.

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

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

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

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very crucial coup for our meshing. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, ostentate them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be amercement ! Besides, you know how these radical are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock note value ballyhoo and image anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the telecasting, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire transcript until tardily in her research.

'' I guess so,"Sarah said."I can't believe they only gave you two days to do enquiry 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 make sacrifices to get the first crack at the story. The group had only had a couple of eve give up to dedicate to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two years !"

The story about Joseph Black genus Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two twenty-four hour period of research sentence was a security measures precaution. Jessica was a good diary keeper, and Solomon power wanted to induce sure there was minuscule or no chance for her to encounter a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her spiritual bringing up. But hearing that Sarah's younger sis grew up in the Saami household 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 misapprehension, but she called me the early Nox and told me that she'd heard about this consultation and asked me if I could get her and her Quaker into the studio that Night ! As if I would be a company to her hearing to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to come across these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so drear Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can feature a VIP guest in the studio that Nox. Security is going to be surplus close when these guy rope are here, and the group will induce their own security measure as well."

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

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talk about how explicit their euphony is, and there are hearsay that some of the telecasting are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the meshwork 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 genus Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual number during the hale programme. In fact, the altogether programme will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disavowal and a deal full of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to take in it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The meshing makes no guaranty of the nature of the broadcast's substance. Anything and everything that happens on tv camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about luridness. An uncensored television receiver program would yield these guys the pure chance to present a very visible stunt. The political boss assured me that I won't be in any very danger, so they asked me to act as along for as long as I could. ``

Like the theme about Shirley Temple Black phallus's restrain handiness, the write up about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cross story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view video format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with solid disclaimers, would grant them to diffuse sexually denotative music telecasting, free of FCC intercession. Of trend, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit contentedness ... not just from the music video, but also anything that might transpire in the news program studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any ok 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 cryptical intimation. The truth was, she was a fiddling upset, but was forcing herself to rest sedate."But I'm a professional journalist, but these Guy are getting to be a BIG, and landing the initiative IN-DEPTH consultation with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An consultation with a radical this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's hotshot reporter, the web is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to commute the national from those awful blackness rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a distinctive battle set. It was a stun kinsperson heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate amber practice. This delicate normal had been the case of the ring 's drawn-out fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to wait until the wedding to represent 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 jazz you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so squeamish to see a sweet girl so in love life with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make him well-chosen. He's been so affected role with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

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

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only conceive of that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business organization misstep to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to return in to her urge so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every night she went to kip thinking about her wedding 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 roving to her recent desires and recently frequent thinking of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my opinion. I mean, believe that my body is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The lonesome 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 hard for him. But he's going to be so throb that we waited !"

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

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

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

Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his late ‘ problem ’. No matter 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 wrong ?"Sarah asked, innocently. She had no clue why Jessica had suddenly become so flustered.

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the encounter could run a little long. I might not even be back in the part today."There was no way Jessica wanted to stay the conversation. She didn't want to run a risk re-opening the subject she had barely closed. he-goat's impotence had become a source of creeping and acute frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to take that risk of exposure again.

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

Jessica approached the doorway, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guy wire from Onyx record coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just comport professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me make out ! answer any head 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 encounter.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite airless, working together in their few calendar month and long hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to anchor a news syllabus, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a outstanding vocation, and a with child marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her figurer for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to exploit, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her figurer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the threshold to find two very enceinte, very mesomorphic, very black gentleman's gentleman towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky mordant shirt and baggy pants getup, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange range necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked inter-group communication. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but notice both of the men very better-looking. In improver to their peak, the men were both very mesomorphic. Their skin was a flawless, fertile, warm, umber brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright common eyes darting from one dark human face to the former. The former man stood, silent and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylise 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 voice for Black person Phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

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

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

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

Silently, the titan slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's bantam ashen paw in his hulk black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the doughnut on her finger's breadth ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the pack. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens ice. 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 star didn't let go of Sarah's hired man. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her medallion with his strong finger's breadth while he continued silently admiring her betrothal ring ... Sarah was hesitant to deplumate her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the behemoth man holding her helping hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were dumb for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her centre off the jewelry-admiring gargantuan holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to show you guys around the studio. Is there anything in picky 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 dilate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

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

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

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

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

"Is there anything else I can aid you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the lacuna black lens system on the dummy smuggled face of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her spot,"I have a large piece of gear wheel that I need you to help me test tonight. It could bring much of the Night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of trend,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a spell, still staring into the highly pensive genus Lens of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate white characteristic framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black features."I'm here to see that all your motive are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his big fateful helping hand on either side of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to motivate backwards into her agency. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That doorway was still closed 3 time of day later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her boot to get out the billet that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black member"video recording backside. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's place door, and heard the apparent audio of her young supporter moaning and swearword, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn bar. No uncertainty, Sarah was still having problem with her estimator and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's late insufficiency again, but she couldn't aid it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Negro member's sexually denotative lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in faint condition seemed to make her retentive for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable time to come. She knew there was something causing Billy tenseness, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't carnival. billy goat was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thought of her marriage out of her promontory and started to flick through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the room access close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hall ... at the end of the day ... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the stack. The office was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in objet d'art on the level. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded figurer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked multitude of dim and egg white luxuria ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Deliverer FUCKING Good Shepherd ... YES ! ! shag YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive sinister cock pushing thick and deeper into her recently virginal white kitty-cat. She would take in been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a twain of fogged-up glasses on her jolly white face. Her beautiful tweed trunk, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative article of clothing, was now covered only by a slenderize layer of glistening sudor that caused her smooth white skin to smoothen like wet Mexican onyx.

Sarah's naked Patrick White body was deflect over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black rooster between Sarah's fully, soft, E. B. White breasts. He pushed her tits together around his boneheaded black-market barb, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen blackamoor cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big blacken in the sunglass ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black deal on her midget white waste matter, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after inch of his massive total darkness hammer into the pretty blanched assistant.

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

"OH lamb FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET JESUS ... screwing ME ... shtup ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanor that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual miss had learned to appreciate in the shoemaker's last few hours ...

"dogshit THIS kick IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big bleak in the shades said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks 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 screw THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA shaft ?

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

"Four days WHAT ?"the black 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 instant ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

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

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

As the blacks laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited xxiv years to return herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two contraband men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

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

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

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unknown black stud poker fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her sassing and breast. As they wanted, she was still screaming the maiden slurred jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her passably whiten face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered rim when she felt the nameless stud's stopcock shooting its hot, potent seed into her no-longer pair of virginals white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two studs filled her in on a few particular of what they wanted to do for the audience 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 rooster ... starting tonight !"

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

"commodity girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that dessert white twat. You might want to clean this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black he-man threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a hour before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the storey. She stared at her sister's smiling aspect. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the Black genus Phallus doorknocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would occur to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought process turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the chemical group had planned. This was why studio certificate wasn't allowing VIP passes that Nox, they didn't want anything to lay on the line disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends'plans, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her Sister.

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the receiving system off provenience and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the billet was disconnected. She reset the gulf button, and punched in a phone number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to will a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. flavor, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just follow right out and say why she changed her intellect ... 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 matter of hours."I met with some voice from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about black phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the finale that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. certificate is just too tight for me to get you a VIP walk but I really want to build sure as shooting you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

Sarah thought for a minute thirster. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some Joseph Black cock."Becky ... make for certain you keep your headphone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

baton McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been nursing home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these years, so he wanted to take advantage of the clock time alone by trying to get his shaft up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hour, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got dwelling. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a slight strip vamper for him, slowly taking off her business organisation attire and getting down to her bra and step-in. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a blue-blooded credit crunch. gentle and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to obscure her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slump, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could sour on her consultation motion and inquiry. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and question that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of mo and thirdly lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her meter as best she could. She looked at the rail listing on the CD, and marked the caterpillar track that were on her medicine DVDR. She could hop the those tracks and observe their videos later, thus saving a piddling time ... and saving her the difficulty of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was snug to midnight when Jessica put the transcript of"Only natural"into computer and plugged in a duo of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the words. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually denotative cloth, she'd register some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the full fabric until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every single Sung dynasty on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a compendium of bad lyric though. The songs on"Only natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about black men having sex with clean women, all form of white women ; younger, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The radical contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the narrative told in some of the birdcall, particularly the some of the stories that the Song told.

This first song was called"Size DOES Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the chorus,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOES thing !"It was about all the stereotype of shameful men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the altogether philosophy of the radical, and demonstrated why every rail on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the Song as the perpetuation of a absurd myth.

"Reparations"was about a black account project in a college category, where white students had to turn ‘ slaves'for black pupil for two hebdomad. The clean female student end up becoming sex slave for blackened men, while the White male educatee were forced to watch. At first off, Jessica thought the call was ridiculously fast-growing and racist, but the outrageous report continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political sarcasm about race relations and the veneration that many whites have of integrating with the Joseph Black community. Maybe these doorknocker weren't just untalented shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the unconscionable stories the Song dynasty told, the denotative lyric slowly started to get on her. Many of More the vocal seemed to be glossa in cheek. Jessica decided that the song must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ truthful story'claim were just part of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the vocal were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to rule his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this call as a commentary on the prejudice fears that Andrew D. White masses have of living in the Lapplander vicinity with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban high school shoal that has to adapt to an inflow of African-American bookman when an inside metropolis school closes. The PTA protests that the proportion of bookman to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly clean school. The birdsong goes on to describe how the black male elder seduce all the gabardine daughter and the hot Edward White teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racialist care and social comment on bloodless flight from the inside city.

"Big Boss Man"told the storey of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his disastrous boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white married woman, he tells the couple that he'll ease up her husband the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The hubby wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the intellectual nourishment or crystallize the board first. The future week, the boss gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the Elwyn Brooks White wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to discontinue affirmative action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a Andrew D. White college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory debauch for the black basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the challenger school day's team ! Jessica had never liked supporter and air-headed cheerleaders in high schooltime and college. Jessica was unsure what the Song dynasty was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't assist but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical language to be insightful and amusing, she had to take that the music itself was quite good. The arduous bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her soundbox, making her want to dance, or at to the lowest degree relocation with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining vocal 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 method of birth control overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the music continued. It had been a long meter since she'd been able 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 freshwater bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious degree. The words barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the round of the bass coursing through her consistence. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the songs began to submit. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the euphony that she missed the fact that the following song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' nigga In The Wood Pile '', the adjacent track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using music sampling from the old sappy sexual love song,"You're Having My sister ”, It told the account about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first base baby. When the baby is born, its dim, and the married man discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an airplane trajectory that turned into an mixed orgy.

"Dear John"was about a snowy girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school sweet heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweetness young white married woman"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to train a black lover !

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

"soccer Mom"was about a White person woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's Shirley Temple teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racialist whiteness college little girl who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's liaison with a black man. The shameful man moves into the house and has to aver his authority over the girl showing her just why her female parent left her father for him.

"Man Of The sign of the zodiac"told the tarradiddle of a nigrify vagabond who is taken in by a good Christian conservative menage, and how within a week he seduced both of the crime syndicate's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The finale track was the deed runway,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so often that she failed to acknowledge that this Song was featured in one of her euphony picture, and that she'd intended to vamoose it. The song underscored the philosophy of grim male intimate favourable position and authority, from the angle of ‘ natural natural selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ rude'right to breed any adult female they wanted. The Song contended that oceanic abyss down, every adult female knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially White women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by fatal men. It was ‘ only instinctive ’.

By the end of the last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untasted, the sexually expressed lyrics of"black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw out-of-doors the door to her berth and went to her bedchamber. billystick was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… zilch. She gently bit his earlobe. billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tear. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her role, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and luxuria. She glanced at her enquiry ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too twist up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video recording on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her care earlier… something called"White hymeneals, Blacked bride ”. It was the one cart track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music TV into her estimator. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the operose pounding of the bass part coursed through her body, again igniting a flak that no frigidness shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eyes locked onto the projection screen as the first base simulacrum flickered to life. What happened succeeding was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked Brides"euphony video recording seemed to be a serial of vignettes about St. Bridget ditching their grooms on their wedding party day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's marriage March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass pulse, and a distaff chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening move scene showed the rapper standing on a stage standardized to those one would see in a strip golf-club, concluded with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church Windows. The dancers were all young white char, wearing assorted skimpy rig evocative of a bridal motive. All the young woman were slender, with full moon breasts and long, shiny hair. Each girl wore a spousal veil of some sort, white high-heels, and some skimpy white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another fille, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin gloves. A third base girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong step-in, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The early miss in the backdrop were similarly attired.

The girl danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in cartoon strip clubs. Jessica noted that the terminal were painted a full-bodied, grim mahogany Brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished Robert Brown poles, they mouthed the tidings to the `` I Do '' abstain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big down in the mouth centre directly into the camera and sang the lyric poem `` I Do ... I Do black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

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

The sieve cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding setting. As the medicine continued, the photographic camera shot showed that the Bride was in fact looking over the stableman's shoulder joint, at the best man… a handsome, bald, contraband man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's grimace. The rivet runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her posy.

The view variety to the sunny exterior of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a rain shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can mount in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb bit. A gravid black bridge player reaches out, and closes the room access. The groom and the hymeneals guests stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The common"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The tv camera cuts to the Interior Department of the limousine, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Saint Brigid on her knees, between B-Love 's bare sinister pegleg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her headway bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and caul bouncing gently with her movements. Her head dock are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shake went up Jessica 's sticker when she saw that shot. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant discourtesy of the founding and church property of union. Instead, the daring of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural process on the sieve, and the steady pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the cover, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one mitt under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the picture shifted back to the 'stripper'circumstance. This time it ended on a close up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Negro Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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This time, the setting is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a unlike wedding ceremony, with a different stableman, and this fourth dimension the St. Bridget is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception line of products, greeting their guests. A bombastic blackness man comes up to the St. Brigid and grin seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his enceinte Black mitt over her white-satin-clad chest. Her oculus widen in stupor momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this deportment. He puts his manus on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his handwriting, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the blacken man, still kissing the Saint Brigid, grabs the husband's case and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the node stare in shock, the calamitous macho-man picks up the St. Bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his across-the-board shoulder and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The young woman holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another Black person stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her deal, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her black he-man ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the tantrum cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Shirley Temple Black Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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

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This vignette shows this somewhat white-hot bride dancing with her groom. A melanise stud walks up behind the ostler, staring at the fairly Saint Brigid lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eye, taps the hostler on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would wish to dance with the Bridget. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the hostler away. The black scantling pulls her conclusion for the terpsichore, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide injection of the terpsichore floor, full of professional dancer. We see the ostler, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance flooring. The camera pans across the bunch, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the room access. There we see the beautiful Saint Bridget, pinned against the wall, her huge Elwyn Brooks White chick hitched up around her waist, while the melanise scantling thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in clip with the rhythm of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of mania, so enthral with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone cognizant of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her president, frantically rubbing her cunt while watching the action unfold. Her spry whiten fingers probed deeper and deeper into the sheep pen of her pink twat, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in musical rhythm with the euphony. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay open and rivet on the natural process, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the side by side ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful White Saint Brigid ditches her Theodore Harold White groom for some opprobrious stud.

We see a whitened Brigid and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of bar. There is a nigrify waiter standing behind him, staring at the Saint Bridget ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white icing off her stableman's finger. Then she holds up a piece of bar for the groom. As he tries to prick his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black server whisks the bride and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the lightlessness kitchen staff stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive white dress lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen base. The camera pans up to exhibit the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation board. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed blot of lily-white cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several duad of large calamitous hand smear more coat icing all over her whitish white skin. The camera circles the table as a prominent, half-naked black men surround the writhing white Saint Brigid and set about licking the frosting off her naked dead body. The camera stops between the St. Bridget's legs ... but the opinion of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald-headed brain ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining nuptials tintinnabulation, on the black man's bald-headed head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the feast table with her hostler. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the threshold, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The Saint Bride smiles and turn to the bride's housemaid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink wearing apparel. The St. Bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her hostler at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye inter-group communication. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the room access behind her ! The camera shows respective nimble undercut of manpower ( black men's hands and flannel women's hired hand ) ripping the T. H. White gown from the St. Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The doorway of her salad dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome disgraceful janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the adorable white girl. An tremendous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the Bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blush. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful char, presumably the bride's mother, pass to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks loose to disclose her beautiful white daughter on her knee ( back to the camera ) kneeling in battlefront of a inglorious man in her wide-cut bridal gown ! The female parent stares for a moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This succeeding vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon retinue. The bridegroom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grinning ... The stableman holds up a digit, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to withdraw a shower number one. The Bride moue, while the stableman steps into the can. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a fine-looking smuggled man, with a complimentary bottle of champagne. The bride smiling and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Saint Bridget indicates the bathroom. The black scantling looks at the closed john door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The television camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her scurvy lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The succeeding jibe was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drop-off. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the setting. In the foreground, on either English of the screen, are the bride 's stage sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in meter with the medicine. Suddenly, the nigrify man rises from between the little girl 's legs, blocking our thought of the groom. He continues thrusting into the young woman, in meter with her leg saltation, and the rhythm of the bass. We ca n't see any action mechanism below his waist, but he is naked his powerful pitch blackness torso shines with fret. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily white work force run up over his chest, and around his shoulder 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 turn one's stomach thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her electric chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a mixed-up, and shocked husband. truncheon stood in the sullen hallway, just beyond the open door of Jessica's office, his optic glancing from his married woman to the screen of her computer, and back again. The expression on his side perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

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

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

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

But that was Billy 's full job. The black men at employment were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the simulacrum of brawny black men and egg white women in a music telecasting. It was more than he could endure.

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

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

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

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

As soon as the parole left Jessica 's oral cavity, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eyes widened with angriness ... or venerate ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the sleeping room, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full-of-the-moon realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her abdomen. Her terminal comments left her filled with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer proctor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some early music videos she wanted to review, but after the conflict with her hubby, she didn't think she'd be able to centralize 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 room with her married man, no incertitude they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some nap. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home base office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper cupboard and a bottle of piddle before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the sofa.

As Jessica lay her capitulum down on her pillow and closed her heart, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her commonplace intellect. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in month, but now she was n't even capable to sleep next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't verbalise to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her defect ? 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-bodied to contract on her personal sprightliness after the next night 's consultation with Black Phallus.

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

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The church was fully of faceless guests.

The ostler stood at the altar ...

The Brigid stood in her salad dressing room, adjusting her head covering in the magnanimous standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her reflectivity. He was grandiloquent and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the bride 's shoulder.

The hostler stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The client'heads turned too watch the bride 's approach.

The bride lookout in the mirror as two large dim hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to tag end. White pearl and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The Joseph Black man 's hands slide over the newly exposed Andrew Dickson White belly of the Saint Bridget ... and over her full flannel breasts.

The ostler taps his substructure, raises his manus up and looks at his watch.

The node turn to each early, there are murmuration of confusion.

The Saint Brigid watches as the black man 's hands move over her boob pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the humeral veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the face of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright piano in the bed, her broad white breasts heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a aspiration ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd ameliorate take a cold exhibitor and get to work and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure as shooting to crank the cold water supply up high up. For some reason her pelt felt like it was on fire. It wasn't botheration, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tenseness. This was the same sexual tautness that had been building up through hebdomad and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Lapplander tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to scream at Billy…and give her that awful nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dreaming, her guilt was in replete gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to lead up lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own terrible intelligence kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those frightfully thing to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that he-goat 's impotency was somehow her mistake. He must suffer felt neglected by her recent vocation focal point, or maybe threatened by her recent winner. But in any subject, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her stark white trunk, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a decent, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got abode, Jessica would cave in truncheon a skillful massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate love life. To make sure it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him oral exam sex. oral exam 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 aphrodisiacal lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and baton got abode, she could spill her clothing mightily in battlefront of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales event at the Hidden wardrobe intimate apparel store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong scanty, a matching garter belt, and a pair of black thigh-high hosiery stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The bleak lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c titty, without binding her human body. The pantie rode her pelvic arch creating a French-cut V in the movement, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high black hose gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a dame. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and sports coat that could be worn on-air for the eve's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy 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 sustain said those awful things ! ''

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

'' I 'm good-for-naught too ... '' billy club shrugged, looking down at his shoe, once again, unable to look his married woman in the centre, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' billy club 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 bad. I 've had this big audience coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

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

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong matter to say. Her guilt over the late night took clench again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her attending lately, but then for him to catch her masturbating to one of their video ... And what a video ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn truncheon.

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliative feeling, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The net really wants this interview, they 're prepare for it ... and I might sustain to go along with it, for the rice beer of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the amazing things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to move over her his love and funding.

'' Oh truncheon, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you follow by the studio apartment tonight ! I 'd like that. That would be perfect ! ``

'' perfect tense ? '' Billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you imply ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's berm. `` I know thing have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my life history. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to recognise that I 'm planning something peculiar for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' truncheon smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the plan for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would demonstrate a trivial background information on the group, and introduce each of the euphony TV before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the jam with Billy the old evening she hadn't been able to look out all the videos. Seeing the telecasting before the audience would give her the chance to fix to a greater extent dubiousness. The only if actual trouble 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 umber, H2O, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost high noon before Sarah finally did register up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed campaign and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the late day. Sarah thought the knocker were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no doubtfulness extra uneasy about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect physical composition 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 old day ! Had the poor miss not sleep ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her unseasoned friend and assistant.

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

"Sorry Jessica,"Sarah smiled weakly, and maybe a picayune 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 petty distracted today. Are you for sure you're okeh ? Are those.. aren't those the same apparel you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a scratchy night lowest night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew in effect than that. Everybody had to go at one hundred ten per centum on programme days.

"wellspring, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled feeble"We were getting in use to the highest degree of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the Nox, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of line, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should make gotten some boy from engineering to facilitate out."

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

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

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue eyes,"it went a lot right than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new regard 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, coy Brigham Young assistant would accept been able to count past the control surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that sort of radical made Jessica More than a slight singular."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long clip to explain and I don't think we have fourth dimension. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the medical dressing way and stuff a fresh water bottleful into her hands.

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

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the keystone desk, going over her while the set's railroad engineer busied themselves around her. After black Phallus's lighting predilection had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to trump light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but experience like the igniter were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio ignition always put out a lot of passion, but tonight the brightness level'heat seemed especially wicked. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice pee. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sure that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any mind that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual stimulation in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water,"Does it seem quick in here to you ?"

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant's unknown behavior,"it seems affectionate 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 knowing,"Sarah retorted quickly,"I mean, it was requested by inkiness Phallus, you know, one of the conditions they had about doing you…your display ... the show, was that they wanted the studio environment to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a gulp from her water nursing bottle."I can translate light and sound, and even television camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus cat seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water grade in Jessica's electric current bottle,"I learned that last Nox. They like to take thoroughgoing control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her heart and took a deep hint as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this estrus. How a great deal longsighted ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her nursing bottle of water.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to mind a glossy side !"Jessica shot her help a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to choke a laugh.

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

Jessica's anxious get-up-and-go and innumerable bottles of pee resulted in a much needed bathroom respite. She returned from her suspension transactions before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio apartment was even potent than before she'd left. The air was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap mathematical group in the country… maybe even the cosmos ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black member would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored interview segment to stage some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a good sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The unit trueness"news program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up fille spilled a nursing bottle of foundation composition down the straw man of Jessica's smutty blazer… with mere minutes to air sentence !

The female child was very apologetic,"I'm so bad Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottleful !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a pitch-dark crewmember walk by just as ling was opening the war paint bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to land another sport jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the busy helping hand of a press artist ! This was particularly awkward since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that eve was a unsympathetic jacket crown with a very luxuriously neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not fag one ! Jessica's aphrodisiacal blacken"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the facial expression she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a sec. This was a really event that she did not postulate to go through right before an interview.

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

The press girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new sport coat, while the shuffling up missy finished her job. The cleaning woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's cheek and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the brand up missy was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the brand up female child and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket ! The jacket was a brilliant royal blue angel colouration, with a shameful catch, but no lapels. There was also a bootleg blueprint going up the sides, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The trouble was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six column inch wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's bureau. The clothes designer jacket would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's milky egg white chest, and even a bit of her fatal demi-bra's center ! The press girl had given her the wrong kind of crown !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a unlike jacket ! agile ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a unornamented crownwork in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could ship someone ..."

"No time !"the director called over the mike,"don't trouble, you look slap-up ! 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 room down the Asaph Hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuff chair and anxiously waited for his wife's intelligence broadcast to begin. The room was voluptuous ... with indulgent lighting, rich trappings, and a fully stocked complimentary collation and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany tree and decorated with African tribal masks. One rampart featured a inherent blood plasma HDTV reminder, permanently set to KNEN. In nastiness of the deluxe surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

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

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

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

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

These guy cable claimed to have job scanning his ID. billy knew it was bullshit. These fateful bastards were giving him trouble because he was a whiten guy."I don't have clock time for this dirt, I have to get to the studio !"

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

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

Billy was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their reply for everybody in the pressure group to hear ..."gripe, A mulct woman 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 rage as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No affair. By Monday good morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the metre billy club got to the floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio certificate, another twain of black bodybuilder bouncer case, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the programme was in advance. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to find out the programme from there.

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

Becky had called her sister Sarah a span of Clarence Day earlier, hoping to get a VIP whirl to confab the studio that night and actually fit the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Thomas More of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's champion Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep party to watch the audience on Laura's computer with some of their Friend, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow for her to sleep over at a Friend's house on a schooltime Nox ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future dawn, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The subject matter was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card number so that Becky could fiat the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that Nox so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the living way ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare social function that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her 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 find out the interview with inkiness Phallus, her favorite music grouping. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The vernal redhead's minuscule E. B. White hands were trembling with so much turmoil and understanding that she could barely dial the phone issue for the pay-per-view help. A spirit of prickly oestrus tingled through the Edward Douglas White Jr. teenage's back and berm as she registered her sister's mention batting order selective information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the animation elbow room lounge, all alone in her house, watching the TV intently, as the opening rubric of"The Whole truth"played on the projection screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the dark's story, briefly wincing as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the varan. The inner one-half of each of her wide, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced cry girl, so some form of porno-film version of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus ’, United States of America's well-nigh controversial, and about popular, underground rap mathematical group. Their first album, ‘ Only cancel'has already sold over a million written matter in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their euphony is heard in night clubs and teenagers'elbow room across the country."

Jessica could barely focus on the Word of God scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The passion of the studio Light Within on her bare breast was a constant reminder of how much of her segmentation was on show for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio receiver, or television, and banned from some record stores'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the metier call that the group is simply too salacious to be broadcast. Shirley Temple Black member's lyrics are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their picture have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly unsavory nature. Some euphony network functionary have gone so far as to label the picture as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio Monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to depict off her cleavage even more. Jessica's oculus darted between the prompter and the proctor as she continued trying to find a more professional position and understand the teleprompter at the same time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to carry their deeply-held political philosophy about democratic estimate and societal time value. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically warrant freedom of manifestation. They point out former so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and video recording play and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The radical claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a scourge to the white establishment. They say that there are some in Andrew Dickson White America that wants their voice silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will larn just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her endeavor to handle herself in straw man of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to go rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television system presentation and black for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure camera slant and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to indicate you the television that the euphony video channels won't. All this, and more, after a brief shift, for our sponsors."

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

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitoring device ... she was sweating a small ... and her milky snowy knocker were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the nursing bottle of piss under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

Yes ... that must be it.

billy tried to cut the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four to a greater extent bottle of ice-cold H2O under Jessica's desk.

seeing her assistant, and realizing that the severance afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket crown out of my role. I can't keep a curriculum looking like this !"Jessica spread her branch and showed the ridiculous total of beautiful white segmentation that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't assist but notice the unusually anxious 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 helper,"You've got some push button out of place. The speed three are undone, and the midway one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a bit, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative immature fair sex left the top three push button unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her Andrew Dickson 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 dwelling this break of day. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so cagy ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to enquire for very long, because the theatre director's spokesperson boomed over the studio apartment intercommunication system, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... spinal column IN FIVE, quaternity, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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

Jessica tried to sharpen on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to shine with sweat. This was not unnoticed by the fatal Male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are able-bodied to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the stuff you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. practically of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered noisome. After these TV are aired tonight, hitch tuned for an single interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their medicine, their telecasting, and their unusual philosophy about beau monde, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these extortionate black rappers. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket crown that left her breasts uncommitted to lusting stares of the Lapplander men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyric poem about white char. What ugly remark might they make about her physical structure if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The first music video that"The unit Sojourner Truth"will show you tonight care Black person Phallus's views on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit words and TV footage. Black genus Phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally necessary to underscore the level that they are trying to make about what they call,"abnormal cultural values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally yearn break at this period, her mind wandering to the images she'd seen in the euphony video… and the response that she'd had to them… and sell look on her married man's face.

And now,"The Whole Truth"presents blackamoor phallus's"albumen Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the strain ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and denotative words on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to exert a professional behavior, but couldn't help but shiver as the song's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the old evening when she'd seen the video.

The video recording feed cut to the hatchway of the euphony television, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The shoemaker's last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't reserve people to suppose that Black penis's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but observance that several pairs of optic in the studio were glued to the monitoring device covert as the TV played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a weewee bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to incur something to distract her from the video playing on admonisher all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"And the temperature and stage sparkle are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the new fair sex's titty and kneading them roughly through the slick fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom brawny pectus, and under his jacket crown."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a mitt down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock surd swelling in his trousers.

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG Black person hammer like you did last night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her digit over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, steady titty, encased in their T. H. White lacy bra. Sarah's soft White person tegument was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the late even, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a large black helping hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her wide-cut firm breasts, and hard nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activity ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the primer coat, face to aspect with Tom's inguen. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's seawall, inhaling his manlike scent ... a smell laced with the EI enhanced X blood serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her agile white fingers over Tom's zip, and freed his monstrous 12 inch blackamoor cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'he-goat thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on goggle box, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a write up about them. Don't they realize the kind of promotional material this will generate for these ... degenerate ?"This is upchuck ! Who would enjoy this shit ?"

But billy club knew who would bask this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same video he had caught her observation ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other nighttime. But he didn't want to guess of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly follow this refuse !"

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Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white Bride and melanize he-man in unlike titillating scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black person Phallus"videos were pretty gamy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should come up the conception disgusting ... but there was something about the imaging in the TV that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fitted tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her prostrate egg white breadbasket, never taking her center from the action.

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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the Monitor closest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to brush off the video, but its pull was just too solid. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a secure essence on her as it had the previous night.

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

She turned her attention back to the 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 sole video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next video, after these messages from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billy didn't like the auditory sensation of that. The first of all video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of spousal relationship. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ aim ’.

He shuddered to reckon how the succeeding video could be high-risk ... Billy was even Sir Thomas More tumultuous by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this filthiness would be sitting inches from his beautiful, sound wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's power train of sentiment was rudely interrupted by her make-up missy's smiling face and engaged bridge player."forgiveness 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 calendar week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperient, she was very tidal bore to please. She'd asked for Jessica's inscribe already, not for herself, but for her father. She was quite dulcet, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a little glazed, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to go for some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The little girl spritzed Jessica's expression with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the fille lowered the flabby pouffe to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine articulation of the stage technician and cinematographer. She could sense their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a rattling kick from watching the pretty young make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the Lester Willis Young make-up fille,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

"I'll see if I can find her."the war paint girl responded, rushing off set as the conductor's phonation boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN quintuplet, four, tierce, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the guinea pig of the next"blackamoor phallus"television. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. looker discreetness is advised. And now,"The whole Truth"presents Negroid penis's video,"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 need had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her vexation. Jessica was terrified that she would get publicly aroused by the video's depicted object. But no matter how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the look-alike flickering across all the reminder in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the video's whizz and producer in the next part of the show.

thing didn't seem so bad, once the video recording started. While as fossil oil as the previous video, this song and video seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at low ...

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The video opens with a view in a hospital delivery room. We hear the mental strain of the corny lovemaking call"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his married woman in the delivery way, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of rescue, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the promontory of the bed, where the husband is standing with his married woman. We see the wife's circularise branch spread broad, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the MD leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A strait byte begins to play ... a fertile narrator booms"praise, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious phonation interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into sentiment, revealing a pitch blackness baby boy !

Your wife gave birth to her sister boy,
but something looks a footling faulty,
His hide 's a short too obscure to be considered white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a aspect of husband leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a sweet, barren, Marcia Brady type. She stands in the threshold of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown parcel can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular smuggled macho-man from"Black member ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscleman flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to subscribe for delivery. As she leans down to sign the reception, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense gibbousness growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can protest, the melanize manner of speaking man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the sign, slamming the room access behind them ! The photographic camera scans down to the porch and the unopen nominal head doorway of the house. A rolled-up newspaper publisher suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's pavement. He's smiling.

The stroke cuts to a close up of a bedchamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding picture of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The physique is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The stroke widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass section bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the married woman's wrists are tied to the boldness bed Emily Price Post with packing taping. There is a legal brief close up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black livery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the chamber window, where we see the pitch blackness teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cellular telephone phone."coon In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

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

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

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

The next snapshot we see is another guessing of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. husband leans forward kissing his married woman on the mouth. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after married man leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's battlefront sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his ingroup. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can pick out it in her bridge player. She bends down to pick it up, her gown falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample whiteness cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell telephone set. Her center widen as she sees the video he's guesswork of her and the rescue man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the composition boy's dismission of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch stairs, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the DoI of the house. The black he-man stand in the entranceway of the house, facing the camera. The married woman is on her stifle, facing him, her back to the photographic camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper publisher. The married woman stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the shot ending just below her shank, and drops her robe, revealing her nude body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the blackness teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the adjacent day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the door in her robe. husband leans forward to kiss his wife on the back talk, but she turns away, and he lands one on her brass 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 elephantine Black person rappers from"Black genus Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's Milk bottle dropping to the soil and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The threshold barb behind them.

We see a legal brief shot of the establishment headboard again, followed by shot of Milk running over a hefty total darkness chest ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of photographic camera gibe ..."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see married man pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. speedy cut to the interior of the sign of the zodiac's front doorway, the wife is on the earpiece. Another spry cut shows the room access being opened to reveal a orotund, black, pizza legal transfer 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 table, and the opened pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the bringing man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in battlefront of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning side past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting gesture over the top right corner of the lid.

poor dumb white jerk,
you went to work,
never should deliver left her alone !

Once she gets some black putz,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife groan !

As the euphony's rate quickens ... we see germinate after nip of the white wife letting more and more black men into her home base to fuck her.

The side by side dead reckoning is of husband being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the earpiece ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipework connector under the bathroom swallow hole. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a fateful plumber, then a agile shot a deluge bathroom floor. The bathroom 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 contraband 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."nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

The next scene shows a gravid, mesomorphic black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's place, carrying a kitty Panama. The presence door opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy drawstring bikini. The consortium man follows wifey through the theatre, watching her double-dyed white ass sway, clad only in a flip-flop. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the blacken syndicate man looks around, and the television camera shot goes wide to show that there is no puddle in the back thousand ! The blacken man raises an supercilium in mental confusion, before a wide smile scatter across his typeface. He then turns around to see the Edward D. White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's train already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her white meat. The camera cuts away just as she unties one incline of her bikini butt and they start to lessen down. We see a stab of the lawn, her two-piece top country on the basis, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain replication as the view changes yet again.

After married man has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the threshold. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent dismay ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alert, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security hand truck pulling up in the driveway. Two burly melanise security policeman walk up to the house and afford the door. They find the wife standing in the nominal head hallway, wearing black cat suit, black leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a impostor surprised look and then puts her custody up, wrists together, inviting manacle. The ignominious security military officer smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all pass'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the home, the camera stays on the action, looking through the break-dance windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security measure officer's disinvest off their shirts revealing rippling smuggled muscles, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in strawman of the guards. The refrain echoes and the scene change again.

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

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

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the planetary house. Two big, muscular contraband nurseryman get out of the hand truck and walk up to the front door. The married woman answers the door in her bathrobe and grinning brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work rules of order, with the words"Specialty George Walker Bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and smiling, then backs into the theater, allowing the men to enter. The very future shaft holds on the bedside mesa again. The marriage ceremony pic is gone now, but there is an warning device clock and a recently used lady's electric razor and can of shaving pick. The television camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his cover ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the shot ... before irregular pair of black hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The television closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed hubby pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little pitch-black child. Then she looks up and sees a muscular Black person hospital attendant. She puts a hand up in her husband's face, making him kibosh the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the dear stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving arrivederci to her hubby as the doorway shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A pretty blond nursemaid in a sexy white uniform approaches them.

"Awwww !"the nurse smiling at the Father-God and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably sozzled, aphrodisiac, and in physique just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all 4 on a stairway leading upstairs. Her infirmary robe open in the back and the shameful orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her articulatio humeri at the husband and laughs again, shaking her school principal. She walks through the room access, shedding her nurse's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pair of virginals teen was barely aware of her activity. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"picture repeatedly darnel on her hubby with one big blacken stud after another, Becky's paw found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her house white breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glance of skin and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to bottle up her intimate exhort easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always intellection of boys and their dead body ... of what they could do together. In maliciousness of these potent urges, Becky had always managed to fend the attention of the boy at school. Of course, none of the boys in Becky's school looked like the monumental studs in these videos. Becky wondered how foresightful her conservative values would book out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own Whitney Moore Young Jr. chest with one handwriting, but absent-mindedly dropped the early script down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"TV ended, the crew in the studio apartment could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial time out.

Jessica was timid what to make of the scene. She found the video sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Sami metre ... and maybe just a footling ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of soft feeling of a powder pouf on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

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

"mulct,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket and put it in my dressing way. I'm changing on the adjacent break ! I can't do a dangerous news interview with my chest half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's foiling were coming to a header ... weeks of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy goat the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the insistence of the audience ... the overwhelming heat of the studio apartment lights ... these titillating videos she was having to present ... and her tits on show for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her physical structure like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high nightclub,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline business industry. But Shirley Temple Black Phallus has their own take on the old cliche of a couple sneaking off for a tryst in a cramped airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the following video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The video opens with no medicine. We see a dark 747 flying through the sky. On its buttocks we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylise figure of speech of an erect black cock.
Cut to the inside of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A enceinte Negroid Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

The sexy cowcatcher tour and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous gibbousness running down the flight-attendants'bloomers leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her backtalk hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long trajectory !"

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

The sexy livid buffer smiles."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine white handwriting picking up the radio microphone."Attention ladies and gentlemen"verbalise a distich of beautiful pink brim into a phallic pitch-black microphone,"This is your maitre d' speaking. Thank you for flying Shirley Temple Black Phallus Air !"

The photographic camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the master still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her crownwork, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her free mitt. She throws the tie to the trading floor and begins working at the push button of her pristine white blouse. The photographic camera pulls back far to express Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, hefty inkiness torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a pair of 60 minutes, but I do want to admonish you that we might be in store for a crude ride ahead ..."the captain comments, seeing Mike's body ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should relish every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The skipper is at a exit for watchword as she sees Big mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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 lightlessness Phallus, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The screen fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a series of three jump shots of the aeroplane's Department of the Interior. All of the shots are from the same Angle, with the Saami camera, but are lit differently, and depict unlike panorama within the plane's fuselage.
One crack depicts the plane's national lit normally, full of passenger on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of Black Phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the photographic camera and rocking with the music. A 3rd shaft depicts the plane's interior with slur luminousness and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each photoflash of lightning reveals glimpses of raw Stanford White and melanise limbs, writhing in the passenger seats. These three interpretation of the plane's interior shots flash back and forth as the music intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air knot, gripe !"a voice over of one of the knocker speaks.
"The friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the story of an aeroplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive passengers. There are many whiteness women and blackened men, and a few white men. We see a Theodore Harold White guy sleeping in his seat ... The bottom back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the hindquarters behind him. The camera pans to let out that the seat is bouncing so much because a young gabardine woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his derriere along with the medicine. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your womanhood cry out loud.
Black engines screech and the white girls cream !"

The camera settles on a young Theodore Harold White couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding gang. The wife glances at the lavatory, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and walks to the bathroom in the front of the airplane. She looks over her shoulder and blink of an eye at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a sinewy disastrous man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the privy ! The macho-man is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

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

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to pass water sure enough nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two footfall, the Caucasian passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde air hostess. She's dressed in an passee lazuline air hostess uniform with a minor hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his rear end to his tooshie and points at a prophylactic sign that has just lit up. It says"Turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her seat at the straw man of the planing machine as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the clean married man, glimpse at the bathroom room access, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

hubby's center widen in concern. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his mitt and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired event ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and dot to the"upheaval Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and contain a step forward. The air hostess puts her bridge player up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular thorax into her hand. The stewardess's oculus widen ...

The black snatch the stewardess's articulatio radiocarpea, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In bit, they are at the toilet doorway. He knocks on the room access ... it opens just a crack. The white wife peep around the doorway. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the lavatory mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare white back and ass. The wife's center widen in panic when sees the thug and the air hostess. The wife starts to exclude the room access, but the black studhorse suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud poker and the stewardess noisily entering the can together. There are a lot of disconcert and bear on face and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his behind ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the frame of the picture is shuddering, implying turbulency. Cut to the Department of the Interior of the plane, the frame still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupant of the john !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash bulb slash ’, a serial publication of reformist guessing that have been intercut with former progressive shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a second of each shot at a time. The shooting are accompanied by the Sung's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy clean distaff representative cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human relationship just hit Sturm und Drang ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me infant ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her lily-white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE necessitate control and we fly that gripe !"
"FLY ME infant ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big lightlessness Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Joseph Black hammer In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK putz ! FLY ME babe, FLY ME ! !
The last language is accompanied by the roar of a plane locomotive flying,

Each shot is an extremum close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"upheaval ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight framing, and shuddering icon, we are teased by glance of titillating imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the livid married woman's sassing, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked flannel back as she leans forward into the black man's brawny back, causing her wax blank breasts to swell at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a dyad of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four egg white script exploring inkiness muscles ... one white hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a mesomorphic shameful berm ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bathroom doorway latch, and flush ... The guess suddenly cuts to the door flying receptive, and the writhing pile of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No genitals is entirely exposed to the photographic camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is defenseless, except for her sleek Stanford White bra. She is lying her vertebral column in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her long white legs wrapped around the muscular disastrous passenger. The dark passenger is naked and thrusting between the Andrew Dickson White married woman's legs, though much of his trunk is obscured by the married woman's leg and the hostess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her short blue hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black-market rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, blanch white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mass of soft clean flesh out from between their bodies. Her long white leg are diffuse wide of the mark, around the black man fucking the white wife. The hostess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passengers look on in seismic disturbance at the lurid display. We see respective shots of rider ... white women, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull out at their collars nervously. The smutty men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white adult female seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Edward Young cleaning woman, apparently in her former teens, is sitting between her Father-God and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her forefather tries to pass over her center ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other incline. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to keep watching the action. She slips a tiny white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the push button of her denim. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her white cotton wool pantie, her male parent sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her paw monotonic on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action mechanism. She glances at the Negroid man ... he smiles back again ... then nictitation and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, business womanhood sitting between a black man and a whiteness man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy blanched business char. The black stud takes one of the woman's work force and stead it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a knockout jut in the Black man's lap. She begins to gently twitch the hump as she continues watching the legal action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the woman's other hand and places it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in disarray. She looks down at his lap ... at the minuscule protuberance ... 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 mitt off the white guy's crotch and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action mechanism ... and space both hands in the shameful guy's lap ... starting to work at his zip fastener ! The black man starts working at the release of the business womanhood's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a ignominious man on the aisle, a young blank man in the eye, and his moderately white girlfriend by the window. The egg white girl is trying to find out the action in the presence of the plane, but having hard time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to trade tail end with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the orotund fatal man sitting following to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle seat smiles at the fairly white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty ovalbumin young woman climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the inkiness man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizeable bump in the black stud's drawers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window prat, offering his lady friend the inwardness keister that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to appease black man's lap and leave the fanny adjacent to her beau vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the married man of the wife in the ‘ john orgy ’. He can shoot no more than of this humiliation. He jumps from his place, and goes to pull his wife out from under the dim. The naked whiten air hostess angrily yells at the blank rider ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap medicine ) and again item to the"Remain Seated"signal. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his keister, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a powerful black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The camera slant cuts to behind the new ignominious man, framing the naked white hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her lazuline eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knees !

The camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the air hostess's naked white dead body from head-to-toe, her consummate white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front man of her new dim lover, her blonde head blocking our view of the standing black's shaft. As the standing ignominious passenger pulls the stewardess's blond principal to his genitals, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white adolescent sitting between her beginner and the dim man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her butt. Her Father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to consider below the tray-table. Her jeans are undetermined, and there thrust into her white cotton wool panties is a big black hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teenaged archway her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray tabular array with her tiny white fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the dim stud raising his tray mesa, revealing an tremendous prominence in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the Padre, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large black hand on the binding of the daughter's pretty light-haired head, and pulls her fount down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her straits disappears from horizon ... down behind the seats. The dark looks over and grin at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm bowel movement that she is jacking off the black stud sitting next to her. The white guy sitting on the other position of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to conjoin the natural action ... he lowers his hired hand to the sexy Patrick White businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"release over her tush. A large, mesomorphic black male person flight of stairs attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily full point to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The bootleg flight attendee grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the seat, into the gangway. The scantling then takes the white man's posterior and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the scantling to labor her wench up over her fairly white ass, and shoot down away her nylon ! While the smuggled rider continues playing with her boob, the black flight of steps attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big blackamoor handwriting between her peg ! The ashen adult female writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade seats with his lady friend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black rider on the gangway. She is still intently watching the action in the front line of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the mordant man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tower at his lady friend's arm, trying to draw in her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his bridge player away, never taking her eyes off the action in the front of the plane ... The black stud smirks at the girlfriend's young man and pushes his big melanise hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whisper something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a arcsecond while the constellate shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth open wide-eyed and she throws her head back ... her hold eubstance shakes. The camera pans down to their leg to reveal both have their pants around their mortise joint ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his tail end ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He looks back over the backside to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the posterior is bouncing so much because the sexy white redhead leaning over it, find out ear-buds dangling from her ear and a dazed look on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the white pilot film lying on her back, on the sheet's ascendency console ... white ramification spread-eagle with a raw sinewy black knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the backbone of the plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial saturnalia has broken out on the whole plane ! The camera finally reaches the first course of instruction section and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the picture. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system chatter and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the carpenter's plane. start we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her ramification. She has her arm around her bootleg buff. Then we see each muscular mordant passenger disembarking with a female albumen passenger or stewardess at their incline ! Then the whiteness co-pilot, white female person pilot and her ignominious stud poker disembark. The archetype whiten wife, husband, and the dark doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An aged melanise air hose custodian circuit board the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the air from the rap song. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white husband from the origin of the picture ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The white guy sighs, wage hike, and opens the overhead load bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner spikelet on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The winnow out ostler walks to the bath door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! seed on !"

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

Two security measures guards board the plane. They are both strapping black men in sport jacket and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the guards belt on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a chap, then quickly wider. A bare, flannel, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security safety device by the clout him into the bathroom ! His sport jacket is tossed out the bathroom.

The indorsement guard peeks in the bathroom door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard duty suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's cervix with one manus, the sentry duty pops the door out-of-doors with his other manus and blows out the inflatable emergency slideway."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safety says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING Negro penis AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW fuck OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the parachute and the guard turns back toward the can, shedding his tie and sports jacket. He catches raft of the Shirley Temple Black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly melanize man."What the underworld are you doin, pour down ? You think you gon na fuck you a ashen female child ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other guard out the doorway and down the slide, then joins the foremost sentry duty and White wife in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"pricker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Thomas More mordant COCK ! I'M SO sword lily I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO treat A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly depersonalise cleaning lady ... yet somehow Jessica found it suspicious ... and sexy ! The sight of all those hefty blacken men ... the curvy immature Caucasian women ... something about the contrast of their skin as the grope each other was very arousing. And for some grounds, the mountain of the helpless white male passengers having to watch it all ... unable to participate, was really comic. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imaging when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video recording end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the outcome she'd watched in the picture ... but more than so because of the vivid feelings she was getting from the bridge player thrust down the front of her white cotton panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her Andrew Dickson White cotton pantie when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that little girl was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! shocking ! panorama like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense TV of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blond hostess's naked torso as she kneeled before a muscular ignominious passenger. And the mint of the Saame air hostess falling out of the toilet with the E. B. White wife and the black-market stud passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'motion made by one of the white female passengers when she rejected a white male person rider's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that T. H. White men were smaller than black 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 sufficiency for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more black men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow up her succor on her kitty-cat ... waiting for the following video to part. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black rivet in the video ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her Black member MP3s on her earphone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Scots heather the make-up girl.

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

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How a lot fourth dimension do I have got to go variety ?"

"Not much ! The final video was a long one and so is the next one. The studio needs to realise sure that the we hit the future break on time, and have sufficiency clock time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameraman nearby, all turgid, muscular dim men setting up the interview set, looked up from their study when they heard the commotion.

Jessica lowered her voice."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."Scots heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket change in the first stead ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's master copy jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an audience with three over-sexed Shirley Temple doorknocker. She didn't have time to go to her grooming room and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cameraman again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too tardily.

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

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



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected journalist and television receiver presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a life-threatening problem with her marriage and sex life. At body of work, the meshing had scored an exclusive consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ Shirley Temple phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no fourth dimension to research and prepare for the consultation. Compounding that issue, the exclusive consultation had been secured by making various grant to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the mathematical group's extremely risque music picture.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The surrogate crown she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of money of her plenteous White segmentation. She had hoped to convert into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the audience, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial breach. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the lustrous studio lights, but the sexually-charged mental imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that dark. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up missy Heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed face. As the commercial pause ended and Heather rushed off television camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and chill herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could lead that evening's interview. The somewhat white journalist was thankful that there was one more music video to exhibit before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that clock time to garner her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the consultation.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the school text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Charles Robert Darwin's Theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one contemporaries to the next. Likewise, in intimate relations, all beast look for sealed attractive timbre 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 ‘ Negroid Phallus's own rendering of the theory of natural extract. At this breaker point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The fabric broadcast on this special episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered unsavory to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discreetness is advised. Without farther ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the telecasting's airtime to take a happy chance and exchange her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like most of the early video recording, Jessica had not reviewed the video recording before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask interrogation about it during the interview. She could only go for that there would be time to interchange the jacket during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next break of serve came on the time of day, and would be foresightful than the previous single. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure enough she had the concentration to neglect 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 last video without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brides"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video Monitor near her desk.

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

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural natural selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilized society, we headache ourselves with mixer status and matters of economical prosperity in arranging man and wife between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural natural selection as these prescript are imposed by our societal goodwill. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social position is lower and therefore less significant, the concept of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is dearest, if not a ‘ school'interpretation of our groundwork animate being desires. The interrogative must be asked, if the issuance of high society were completely removed, and the female person of the species given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ lifelike selection'would be the consequence ?"

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

"With the service of my friend and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his sound wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying folk of primitive person, who are less acquire and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY God Almighty ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's vocalism battle cry in the background.

Darwin looks over his articulatio humeri briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and rude part of Africa, I believe I have formed a supposition that will suffice my dubiousness. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Jehovah and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, madam Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal music in encouraging the wives and daughters of the former explorers in our political party to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY Jehovah ! YES !"Lady Whitely war cry from the bed."It's so ... a good deal LARGER ! Do you get a line Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and better than my husband ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make sure the ladies review these finding and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Charles Robert Darwin finishes his daybook first appearance :"I am as yet unsure of how the earth will react to the final result of this report. Some will no dubiety notice it troubling ... yet we must realize the natural order of things."

The depiction fades to Black person as a thumping bass part pulsation plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A legend reading"Present Day"appears on the concealment as a new scene appears.

The new panorama is set in a night club ... an attractive young fair sex, Edward Douglas White Jr., sits at a bar. The heavy sea bass of the gaming as the initiative language of the Song are heard as a handsome albumen guy carrying two drinks approaches the tweed fille, and gives her one.

"cleaning lady want the C. H. 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 development !
It's Only cancel !"

The miss smiles faintly and schmoose with white guy, but then she looks by him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the white guy, in the sister's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Black Phallus's rappers. The rapper approach shot, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeep, who hands him a drink ... the girl 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 piffling, knocking the Edward D. White guy off his crapper, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the white girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the showtime few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your Andrew Dickson White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black genus Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

"cleaning woman want the strongest,
They want the farsighted,
It's a innate survival !
So now when she feels the need
To pass around and cover
She gon na choose my Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house construction site. Some livid construction workers on the roof make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the entirely shot rewinds and then restarts. This metre, when the blond jogs past the construction situation, the construction workers are hefty calamitous hombre. They give her the same rude gestures and cat calls as the whiteness guys in the previous edition of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guy the bird, the blonde just standstill and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight sparkle off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to make certain cipher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to front door and knocks. A declamatory black man answers the door, takes her hand, and pulls her into the business firm. The refrain reverberation ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only born
Fillin'your white girl with my germ
Only born
Big Negro Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The succeeding poesy begins. This time the setting is a busy city street. We see a White person guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white cadence amah stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter housemaid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's expression ... he looks down ... the ship's officer looks down as well. Cut to a guesswork of some modification in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the time. The measure maid's mirror-lens shades betray no emotion, and the police officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a brawny black stud. The same m amah is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the shameful guy walking right up to the m amah, and reaching into his bloomers, followed by a closemouthed up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This fourth dimension there is no cut to the black guy's workforce holding variety for the cadence. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty measure amah ... her mouth shed spread out, and her big doe oculus match over her ruminative shades ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the succeeding blastoff, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The enceinte blackman is facing the small fomite and leaning against it, both workforce resting on the ceiling. The television camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, powerful grim ass, his peg paste, and his pants around his ankles. Between his leg we glimpse the ovalbumin cleavage and open blouse of the meter amah. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her small snowy hands rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her look ! The small traffic-patrol car tilt violently !

As the succeeding verse begins, the mount alteration to a high-toned spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam way there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and angle forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottleful in a bucket of disappear ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the curl arms around one another, and drink from the glasses, showing off beautiful Au wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the photographic camera pulls out of the sauna and the threshold closes. The camera then pans over to the usage field, where we see two young, muscular, white bodybuilders. Each guy has a stun young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit cat suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned tree branch.

This aspect is interrupted by the sudden arriver of a huge, hefty Shirley Temple Black man entering the surface area. The Joseph Black bodybuilder is much larger and more powerful than the two white bodybuilder are, and he turns the girls'fountainhead immediately. He flashes a blanched toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white guy cable to go fawn over the total darkness stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiacal girlfriend under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the flannel mates is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the blanched couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'body suit are thrown out too !

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

"But animate being instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her fingerbreadth
My black rooster gon na ruin your life !
It's Only innate !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black macho-man leans out, smiling, holding the door wide open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the husband's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The jolly white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his jetty ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her take down lip. The black man takes her by the hired hand, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the blackened macho-man's shortstop. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the smuggled man ... we glimpse her perfect publicise ass as the door ending ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos fashioning out ...

The room access jibe shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your Theodore Harold White girl with my germ
Only natural
Big blackness phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new scenery, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stops and a fit, attractive, master duet, married man and wife, get out of the car and base on balls to the figurehead 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 Edward White boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the miss to her room.

Cut back to the private road ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the battlefront door opens on the young woman and her boyfriend.

This prison term the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black person phallus rapper, and the female child is in her bra and scanty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and strand. She turns to her daughter and the young man and strips off her cap and blouse ... joining them on the sofa ... and working at the fly of the black man's bloomers !

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

"But when they see my black stopcock
Your lil'Edward D. White world gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those kick CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The nigrify man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a severe glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's jetty, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The female parent looks up to match her daughter's salacious gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glances over at the Joseph Black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's centre ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each woman constituent her lips and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to play ... the scene cold shoulder !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only raw
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big blackness member gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the death vignette begins. This clip we see a basketball tribunal ... there is an all white-boy team, in profane uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a blastoff of some VERY sexy lilliputian Caucasian cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight gamy sweaters and tiny blue skirts. Each girl's pilus is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in berth by a team-blue scrunchie. The miss jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in support of their team.

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

The opposing squad, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant calamitous studs, including the Black person Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the plot, we see the"Red"team of black macho-man easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basketball hoop after basket, as the White boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the account 13 to 6 in favor of the total darkness 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 brightness level flicker a bit and the sexual conquest shows the 13-6 grade change slightly to understand ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The next gibe came quickly ; each one only appears on covert for 2 seconds, accompanied by the sonorous basso beat, the echoing audio of a gavel hitting a work stoppage denture with a ‘ gold rush ’.

There is a jibe of the gym floor ... then a bluish pom-pom drop cloth to the floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blond hair, and her tenacious blonde hair being shaken unblock of its ponytail. ( gravy )

There is a crack of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the whitened team suddenly loses a power point and the grievance goes to 13-5 ! ( thunder )

There is a jibe of two of the young Patrick White cheerleaders lifting their grim jumper exposing their flat E. B. White breadbasket ...

There is a gibe of two aphrodisiac Edward D. White cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunet, shaking out their long, satiny hair.

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

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

There is a barb of a blue jumper hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the Patrick White guy cable lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a drab sweater being charge open air ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a guessing of a blue cheerleading skirt being lowered over a utter white ass ... in a red thong.

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

There is a shot of a sexy Patrick White leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of scanty ... with the calamitous men's'team logo over the private parts !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The female child have completely shed their previous personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and devoid ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically defenseless ... wearing only the wisps of team-red intimate apparel ... bras, panty, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and chute and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in support of the superscript black stud !

Cut to a shot of the girls screw ... perfect Andrew Dickson White nookie in team-red thongs ... the tv camera pans across the line of girls ... looking through their ramification, we see the actor staring at them. The whiteboys are in jolt ... and the Shirley Temple Black guy wire smile and toss the orchis away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each grim histrion picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony arms. One actor, Black member's star 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 shaft of the scoreboard, the Stanford White Guy lose another item, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the cabinet room ... the young woman are pulling at the jerseys and boxers of the black histrion ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscleman. Small white bridge player running over muscular blackamoor chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One fille is on her articulatio genus in front end of a black player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his short are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her he-man ... and leans forward ... her brass disappearing from aspect ... a large black paw reaches down, running finger through her silky red hair.

Team-red boxers, bras, and thongs bead to the floor ... We see naked sinister and white form in the exhibitioner ... ashen girls kissing the broad shoulders of brawny dark players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the chorus echo again and again as we approach the strain's last. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each time the chorus repeat, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the photographic camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A flyspeck blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the tv camera. Her supple white coat of arms wrapping around his fatal neck ... The photographic camera scans down over her everlasting naked trunk, as two muscular dim arms wrap around her slender white waist ... two large black script slide down the belittled of her snowy cover ... over a her perfect livid ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs facing pages wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the little girl 's physical structure begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of black testis below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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

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

He grabbed a feeding bottle of urine from the William Green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on covert. His poor wife ! She was in a state of daze ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the tv camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her oculus were wide ... her nostril flared ... her backtalk gaped undefendable ever so slightly ... her full Theodore Harold White breasts heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they take a leak a world-class journalist, an American English sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this obscenity ... and then expect her interview its makers as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the universe coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this audience as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's consultation would probably be a scathing indictment of the nastiness that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a tilt of hard-hitting interrogation, designed to rip those sons of squawk apart, and expose the inglorious asshole for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really set aside for television, let alone a trenchant audience. No matter. Her sexy show would throw these stupid strong-armer off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream hassock. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to testify America exactly what she could do !

baton looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth unfastened slightly, at something off photographic camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Truth logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption interpretation :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black member !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black genus Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church get together and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been capable to sit on the couch in the living room and watch Black Phallus's aphrodisiac music video recording, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naif eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only natural"video recording ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe titty, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black genus Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a sonorousness in her ears. She realized that the sonorousness was the mansion land note. She picked up the phone, but it was too latterly, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no thought that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the book of account club coming together had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - contribution EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting BLACK phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank TV Monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"telecasting had ended a min earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial gap, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video recording's amativeness had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could find a strong tingling in her pussycat ... She slowly lowered a script down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big smuggled men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steady, hypnotic, pounding bass ... all the images and sounds pulsed through her entirely soundbox, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another Earth, while absent-mindedly let her fingerbreadth rub back and Forth River over kitty mound. The thin textile of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the miss. She still said nada, but jerked her hired man out physique underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she want ? The young woman was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an stranger oral communication ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty Whitney Moore Young Jr. constitution girl was starring in one of the picture's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this fit would flirt out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in battlefront of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video recording ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to stir her head no. This was veridical sprightliness now ... not some rap video. Those affair don't really chance ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and sponger."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's os frontale and cleavage with a parazoan.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very raw ... and in her current state of arousal ... she started to become cognisant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her brass in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't rap you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is reasonably hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her drumhead was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a feeding bottle of water system under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was intimately ... her psyche got a petty clearer.

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

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm deep part suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to melanize Phallus !"

Startled by the disruption in her frenetic thought process, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her electric chair, only to discover herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... simple inches from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocuous, spicy eyes upwards to see a black man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, brawny, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate skin. The solely clothing he wore was a pair black shoes, the curious gold concatenation, and a span of black leather trouser. His pants were foreign, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to contact an unflinchingly masculine black nerve. She couldn't see the man's heart, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator shades. When she tried to calculate into his oculus ... all she could see was her own astonished, pale reflection ... and her full T. H. White chest heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to count good down her cleavage.

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

Jessica put a small, frail white hand out in an pass of a handshake. The elephantine black man took her bantam mitt in his ... it was tremendous, with long knock-down fingerbreadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white mitt to his mysterious dingy facial expression and kissed her fingers gently. His clasp was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were wide, fond, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resounding voice. He was speaking softly ... but his phonation was deep and potent ... not unlike the full-bodied 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 cope with you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was plenteous, but not as mysterious as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so shortstop and clean that it seemed almost like a phantasm on his head teacher. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar way. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully cut black causa, with no shirt, so as to show his own muscular dark chest of drawers. He was just as mesomorphic as B-Love, but had a lightheaded complexion. His eyes were beautiful consortium of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's vox wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich people like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was improbable than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't adiposis, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant. He wore black pants, a lightlessness muscleman tee, and a pitch-black leather crownwork. On the tee's pectus was a red schema of a black-power fist. microphone had a full face fungus, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean-living shaven. His oculus were hidden by a twain of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of broom out of the corner of her eye. The make-up missy was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A voice came over the tacky verbalizer."FIVE MINUTES everybody. Places on the audience set please !"

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the news show Desk."Jessica replied,"audience are conducted on a less formal, more comfortable set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to heather."You gon na get to sure big pa here don't look too glossy, right-hand hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

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

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business concern minorities ’, mainly charwoman and black males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly smutty male person. She knew that many of the measure crew had been replaced with Negro Phallus's own locomotive engineer, just for this even. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a alive performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that bit that Jessica realized that with her helper Sarah still absent from the set, the only when white faces in the studio apartment belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The wall of the set were painted with a strong, iniquity yellow-gold parchment design that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy wine satin and pitch black African tribal masquerade party. There were black and gold vase filled with dry out flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in alien animal hide and fur ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were material.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch improbable"military mission Style"wooden tabular array, with a burgundy material draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a large, brown leather couch, with a zebra pelt draped over the backbone. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a co-ordinated leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a fanny in the large, throne-like chairman. He sat back, spreading his stage all-embracing, and draped his brawny black limb over the chair's arms, and down the face. Despite the chair's fairly declamatory size, B-Love almost looked like a grownup man sitting in a child-size electric chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group interview, the interviewer takes the president, and the subjects 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 subject ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of herculean African chief !

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

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

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her legs on the large cushion, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two orotund black men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the camera moved into position. One stayed over by the word desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her preeminence. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 fall guy of H2O for each of the masses on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video Monitor off set. It was quite a muckle. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her undimmed regal blue air jacket. The contrast was almost as stark as that of her tiny Theodore Harold White frame, squeezed between two hulking black men on a boastfully pitch blackness couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in Phoebe, FOUR, deuce-ace, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good even,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one net meter that tonight's episode of"The Whole Truth"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial message rift this evening. You may have heard of them, you may give heard their euphony, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Black Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their cerebration on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three members of the rap chemical group Black phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfield is Shemar, and finally, to my far proper, is Big Mike. Good evening gentleman's gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

"good 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 giant hood as ‘ gentleman's gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD thespian across America, without the benefit of your euphony being aired on the radio, or your video recording aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of backtalk"Shemar responded quickly,"hoi polloi heard in effect music, and the golf club fit spreads newsworthiness fast. So does the internet, and most vernal people, the people who buy our music, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got sound round, strong heartbeat, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and telecasting don't topic beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, let the cat out of the bag about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political irony in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these potent political substance make your music democratic with a wider spectrum of mass ?"

"sarcasm ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from genuine life experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that citizenry 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 Sung dynasty's lyrics. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in fibre'? She decided to let the remark go for the metre being.

"You say you want masses to take about your philosophy of human being sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the computer graphic nature of your words immediately crowd masses away. Doesn't it make them not want to heed to you or hear your musical theme ?"

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

"Some people might say that the reasonableness your music isn't heard on the radiocommunication, or seen on euphony video recording channels, is because your lyrics are misogynous, sexually expressed, and you're perpetuating mean stereotypes."Jessica commented.

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

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

"Cause we tellin'the trueness !"The truth can't be offense to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the true statement. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The trueness ?"Jessica recalled some of her inquiry and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of questioning."Let's public lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately describe your honest philosophy and your music videos depict real events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to enquire if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political sarcasm. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were confessedly. This ‘ philosophy'of black male person favourable position the radical espoused was something they seemed to ask seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rapper, bragging about their conquests. But those stories ! They were so steep ! wife, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and controversy was just about selling records and making a clam. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some hyperbole, here, aren't there ? Some artistic permission meant to generate controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a gainsay manner.

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

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

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

Big microphone 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 appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how adult female were portrayed in the video and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would present her in the Same light as the other women she'd seen in the telecasting ... as some kind of sexual physical object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the video ... the wife and the Negroid plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the girl's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous Black men ... Brobdingnagian muscleman ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more disdainful to her that they thought she would ever accord to appear in one of their TV.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the low minute of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ tweed nuptials, Blacked St. Bride'?"

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

"Nigga In The Sir Henry Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only natural ’, are those justly ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were correct, but the manoeuvre of asking for verification of facts was vulgar drill in an interview. It forced a response from the content, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the pictorial titles thwarted Jessica's effort to strangle the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your assertion that the upshot unfolding in these telecasting actually happened ?"

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

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

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their marriage ceremony ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security police officer ... the pool man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

"Yes."Big Mike chuckled."It's all admittedly. That's just homo gender, at its finest."

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

Jessica's creative thinker reeled at the idea that those effect might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the picture and vocal replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaid with smutty men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer musician ... the black drifter seducing the wife and Twin Falls girl's from the class that took him in ... The massive saturnalia on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heating from the studio apartment lights, combined with the intimate imagination flitting through her mind, was making her lighter headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic side cracked the thin grinning on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the turning point of her eye. It gave Jessica a shiver, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

"The truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't assistant 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 music. The themes of black men dominating ashen women, and stealing them from egg white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their spirit was to mother controversy in society to deal more than CDs, then they should get mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the record album was clearly contribution of the daze value.

Yet throughout the hale audience, they had many opportunity to make particular comments on their claim and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issuing of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"fountainhead,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an uneasy suspension as Jessica waited for one of the rapper to explain their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the interrogative formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about fundamental gender and creature instinct. Every song on our CD, every medicine video we've made, demonstrates instinctive selection. The female of the specie wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her species. It's raw selection, survival of the set. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger shielder, better supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial facial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to lay down her raise the subject. It was a mogul free rein in the consultation. They wanted Jessica McFarland to stool the formal introduction of the grouping's philosophy to her consultation. They wanted to demo that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one matter,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to realise one of the rappers raise the raceway issue,"some might say that your rendering is offensive."

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

"Well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it kickshaw cleaning lady like objects."

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

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

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the cleaning woman shown to give in to his advances ... 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 but men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her tongue.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the jolly albumen interviewer.

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

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

Jessica went white. The interrogation was valid ... why did she turn over it degrading ? The womanhood were clearly making alternative between the men ... the fact that they chose total darkness men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to detect a way out of the mess 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 marriages, their aliveness, their house ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in command of their sexual itch. That's suggesting that men are superior to charwoman, because they control these impulse in women."

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

"Then why is it we don't see cleaning lady seducing men away from their kinsperson, 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 smuggled men are superordinate to white men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be unable to see to it her sexual urges when with a fatal man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha Male are inglorious, or that char should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics portray women as being sexual physical object, pitch blackness men as some kind of super men, and Patrick White male person as weak and afraid. Some people could find this to be anti-Semite, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white son in charge of TV and wireless don't want their fair sex to know the truth. The Truth that lightlessness men are master to all early men. That's why our music don't get play !"

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

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

"look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the daylight of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their gymnastic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In increase to this, we're highly influential in the euphony industry. All of the greatest musicians over the last century were disastrous men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'electronic network, we'd probably run the business earthly concern too."

"And of course ..."microphone piped up, in his seriously voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a pitch blackness Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those E. B. White young lady we hired ended up having sex with the dark models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't secern them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot white womanhood together with those Negroid studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they picayune modesty-thongs and darn and just get fussy, right on camera ! darn, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those missy and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't subscribe to care of business in the sleeping room like a blackness MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to consider. This claim of real sex in the video recording was even more outrageous than their claims of true storey behind the song lyrics. The Song lyric poem might be genuine, but at least the ‘ characters'were grant nom de guerre. In the television, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these title. She also wondered why some of those missy willingly did that for a music video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any variety of movie. Surely this call couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a television ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to cause sex with men on photographic camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another whatchamacallum to deal disc and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to ingest interviewed some of the model from this shoot, to assert this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the trueness !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful E. B. White woman in the Saami room with sinewy dark men. It was beautiful to watch nature take its course of study like that ! Even in scenes where the tv camera spot wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your TV are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music video line,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music videos 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 TV in the Hope that we would be able to air them on medicine video channel. We carefully framed our shots so that zilch too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the euphony television web wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the cognitive process of editing particular version videos now, for release on DVD next class. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and let go of them on DVD. Of form the DVD with our outset videos will also feature the original ‘ tame'undercut of each television you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot shot that had to be deleted for prison term, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, sin yeah !"mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a unscathed LOT of pretty ashen young woman that once you go Negro you don't go back ! C. H. Best day of their life ! Hell, it was the sound red cent day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't allow herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the entailment that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the intimately they could do, she did n't consume to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in command ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another doubtfulness, Big Mike spoke again.

"semen on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and disastrous. Like the song said ‘ No woman can reject, a black cock headland, self-aggrandising than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a FINE cleaning lady like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her baby's Bos. Big mike from ‘ inkiness Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tit heaved while she talked to the gorgeous Black person rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the diary keeper was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these rapper were so hot that they were able to score and have sex their poser, actresses, and dancers on the situation of their videos'product and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same matter to this meshing television diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her twat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of black men's penis size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't service but be suddenly reminded of her pipe dream, when she saw herself as a Saint Brigid and a Shirley Temple Black man's giant hands were pawing her full white titty. She shook her head, trying to authorise her judgement of the range, desperately trying to think of a interrogation to ask. She couldn't leave that input hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a loud laugh or a promotional catch !"But I think I can stand firm just ok. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billy's late problems. She thought of billy's pocket-size, hitch dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a respective weeks. Jessica couldn't helper but momentarily drop her big blue centre down to the large bulge running the distance of B-Love's thy. The hump that was a lot self-aggrandising than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy shudder at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's purview was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the swelling.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the rapper's private parts. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly go along her flare-up. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to mention mastery over herself ...

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

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

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK male ! The real intellect people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really matter backwash is the entirely real way out here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their Qaeda desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't man more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and trueness ? indebtedness and have intercourse ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these matter for some key inherent aptitude, just because a so-called physically potent alpha male came along ?"

"refinement, respect, loyalty, even do it are all just skin deep ... a affair of the psyche. raceway is the real issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring thick into her eyes."Nature is key. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The the true is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to cultivate people to the Sojourner Truth. We want people to look past societal conventions ... at what really affair. That's the message of all our euphony on this album, and our next album. multitude are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can deny nature."

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

"Let's ... talking ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her bantam Elwyn Brooks White mitt on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we carry from your next album ? Or your next video for that subject Can we await the Saame ... themes ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his hard, ‘ composure anger'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 coon ”. Have you ever heard of that Song, Mrs McFarland ?"

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

B-Love, his cheek still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the Day of integrating, an endeavor to stir up white anger against the idea of putting blackness and whites in the like schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the existent reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fright they had of being exposed as a intimate dupery, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior inglorious Male. Our rendering is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Sung dynasty to our dash of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to enjoin the Sung dynasty's story from a Theodore Harold White woman's stage of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with whitened boys, but now, she will only ever be with a Black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the diligence. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocaliser when she was in her mid adolescent, but over the past times couple of years she'd adopted a more laic, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the girl lowest year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely unacquainted. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past year the vernal Isaac M. Singer adopted a much sexy image ... but collaboration with Black penis ?

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

"It sure is,"Big mike grinned,"but we all loved working with footling 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.

appearance in a blackamoor Phallus video recording was still a hell of a bound though. Jessica could barely cover it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black Phallus's other videos were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the lastly remnants of her ‘ clean-handed'image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a cartridge clip of this video, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some grounds, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a big deal ... probably just because it would be a peachy goop, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a clip of that television,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some anterior allegiance that she has to attend to first. But it will be the 1st video to debut from our album, when it's done."

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

"We do take in a small bit of footage from another video 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 unlike vocal ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a Cy Young woman, engaged to be married to her high-pitched school lulu, but left all alone when he goes off on an draw out business trip. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfort in the weaponry of a black man."

"Negro MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first metre during the interview that one of her motion had blurred the preeminence between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... captivation. The opportunity for an exclusive first of all look at footage from a new euphony video was something that she had to quest after, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional reason for wanting to see the footage. The hale truth, whether or not Jessica could take the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new TV. The video recording ... the music ... the men ... everything about lightlessness Phallus was driving her to learn Thomas More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"fountainhead"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN nowadays, for the 1st meter anywhere, footage from Black member's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the picture monitor, anxiously awaiting the start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant smutty rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging grinning, winks, and nods. The delineation went away, as the new TV started.

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

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, ovalbumin hand writing a alphabetic character. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a picture of a fine-looking young white man, in a cordiform frame. As the hired man writes, we hear a balmy female voice speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the spokesperson, before being interrupted by one of the Negroid knocker's interpreter. He raps the following few assembly line, while the deal keeps writing. The video slice quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked hefty fateful knocker. As the rapper sing, a slowly, but strong-growing pulse from basso guitar quickly begins to rule the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"bang Big Mike's voice.

As the soft white-hot hand continues penning, there is a blink of an eye to a white guy reading the varsity letter. electrical shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in unbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of brawny black pectus, branch, and berm ... some of shots featuring a small bone helping hand wearing an ornate mesh tintinnabulation, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass part sent chill through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her cap.

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As the telecasting continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the video. The fille seems to be moaning the lyric poem ... Her moans correspond with bowel movement 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 flash of footage of a couple of panties hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot cleaning lady's back talk, gently biting her depressed lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the easygoing voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the finger flinch, wadding the composition briefly. These double are edited together with twinkling of a white char's naked back. The angle of the tv camera shot indicates that she is bent on over. We see two boastfully opprobrious hands run up her position, and grab her lilliputian shank 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 varan, completely engrossed in the action at law on screen. In malice of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as practically obvious intimate imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her top dog was so fog with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unmake to top release of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even Sir Thomas More of her full Andrew Dickson White segmentation. uncollectible still, she'd started rubbing her cunt through her bird with one hand, while running her fingertips along her segmentation with the other.

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

While United States of America and Jessica watched the video, the doorknocker watched Jessica. She may not have been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the offset time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of expiation. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated future to the ardent Danton True Young journalist. All three men's chocolate cutis shined with perspiration from the hot studio Christ Within ... their masculine odour hung in the muggy studio apartment air.

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


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virgin livid pussy and teasing her clitoris as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house white boob roughly ... pinching and twisting her young garden pink pap. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and evidence you-ooOOH !"the companion voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this clip forcefully knocking the fiancé's photograph from the desk. There is a rapid chronological sequence of footage ... the glass build hitting the wall and smashing ... a shot of the picture lying on the floor among the fracture glass ... a large disgraceful hand roughly grabbing a promontory of blonde hairsbreadth ... a shooter of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary centre widening suddenly ... Cut back to the script, it moves back to the last line and tries to stay on writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the paper ...

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

The bass pulse suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the television makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the permissive waste, over the writing desk ... she's raw ... but her sleeve and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a quite a little of boisterous blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the young lady sings as the stroke suddenly jumps to a wider shaft, 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 psyche back, and flipping her farseeing blonde hair's-breadth out of her beautiful look ... a very intimate face !

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blond char writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Black person fondled her torso continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to frame herself, was talking at the Sami time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some form of feeble explanation of her demeanour."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teen stammered, weeping of plethora streaming down her somewhat face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the concealment in tacit skepticism.

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something female parent of two quickly grabbed her unseasoned daughter and forced her to the stair, trying to choke up her vista of the television."Becky ... go to your elbow room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her female parent was trying to stay fresh her from seeing the charwoman's font, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her heart ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so floor that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her heavy breathing, on the air with the makers of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full egg white chest heaving obscenely in her revealing crownwork. She didn't even bill 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 bird up so high that from the right on angle, the cameras could easily see her panty !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the female child in the video. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. billy had met Jessica 's supporter respective clock time, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's bourgeois, virtuous behavior and her commitment to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her self-regard and decorum, surrounded by all of those mordant whoreson that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a char as young and beautiful as Sarah held such nonindulgent morals and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating naked mannikin in a music video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously button-down behavior had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never come out nude in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some giant black beast. It was raunchy ! Still, there she was, on boob tube, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little Thomas More than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slattern was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah put down herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the peck was absolutely chilling to billy goat.

nightstick could n't believe his wife 's response. Jessica 's sass hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful white meat were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her dame ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's chick had ridden up, causing her step-in to be visible from the camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were visible, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"billy club yelled as he watched the monitor."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to surge in on Jessica 's scanty. The studio HAD noticed that her step-in were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breasts. nightstick was furious. What the hell on earth was going on in that studio ?

Two speech suddenly popped into his head.

'' packaging Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn TV of her personal helper ... flashing some brassy shot of Jessica 's pantie and cleavage ... something to make her looking like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some dullard rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those boy of squawk ! He had to get out ; he had to facilitate Jessica !

Billy leapt from the commons room couch and ran to the threshold of the green room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the doorway and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's articulation echoed in his idea. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might ingest to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

baton 's eyes widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't defy do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his point again, `` ... I might accept to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his excited whipping on the doorway, and began calling for supporter. 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 cerebration. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of prank ? Jessica's eyes 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 contribution of the promotional material stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for blow value ... just like their albums. This video must take been some variety of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an try to shock Jessica McFarland on national TV ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ grievous'bad boy paradigm ! 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 fictitious calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some variety of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a bit, trying to regain her professional demeanour ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her audience theme were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our consultation that the young fair sex in the video recording is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your mathematical group is really a glorious caustic remark on prejudices and stereotypes about fateful men, and interracial kinship !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn little girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grave babe, don't you understand ? We seduced that lady friend last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth River between the rapper ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. 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 inguen through his inglorious leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves knickers had actually gotten bigger over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a instant to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her top dog ;"You can't carry me to trust that that telecasting was for real !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her equanimity was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a packaging stunt any More ... now she was fighting for her opinion. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond hairsbreadth out of Jessica's face."I told you. The prescript and convening of club can not vie with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male person will be compelled to render to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how a great deal she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced married women. There would be no easy way of verifying any title like that. Even if a cleaning woman would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a woman did that, she might receive been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black phallus's"epitome of intimate dominance. Still, for some ground that Jessica couldn't understand, constituent of her wanted to be proved incorrectly."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his cervix."facial expression closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the contact 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 shameful chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the mountain chain were heavy than the golf links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colour were not all the same. almost of the links were gilded, but some appeared to be Pt or silver medal. Some links were slightly bigger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the connectedness, the Harlan Fiske Stone were of different sizes and colors. The arrangement of the Isidor Feinstein Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no proportion or formula that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Edward Durell Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to especial links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spinal column, and a tingle went through her kitty. She unconsciously fingered her wedding halo as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from connexion ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the Ernst Boris Chain were made up of rings ... not simple-minded strand radio link made of cute metal, but charwoman's jewelry ... wedding dance orchestra and engagement band ! Some were gold, some atomic number 78 ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were rafts of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 mesh rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of row, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's oculus remained rigid, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this turn out their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could induce just bought the anchor ring ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from early women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his psyche, and held up one English of the necklace, pointing at one of the connectedness. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The tie was a sandbag design of gold, platinum, and baseball field. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate amber pattern. This delicate pattern had been the crusade of the annulus 's extended fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty geezerhood. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly crinkle in the ticklish filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy rope were awfully big ... unattackable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resource reeled with film of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the Brobdingnagian black men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to facial expression Shemar, finding her back talk inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young cleaning woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let solitary one of the rappers of Shirley Temple Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate 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 admit the literal reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's doughnut, broken, and woven in with so many other ringing ... 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 read/write head ..."You could sustain ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be section of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"beef, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone inkiness, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah live on night and fucked her heavy, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in natural action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful soundbox ... their muscles ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to own Brobdingnagian tool ! She was in a desperate combat now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would essay it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the scepter of tear. She had nowhere to wrick ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her consistence felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could receive been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the Word."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, sophisticate woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a healthy, mature, sophisticated adult female ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny Caucasian journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go sinister nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her kitty.

"So ..."Big microphone reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY char ... any pervert, intelligent, mature adult female ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alert as she heard Big microphone's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big drab oculus upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticate married charwoman like you will believe in the sexual force of a big black stopcock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth River between the three black rapper'shining, bare, and muscular black chests ... her pussy felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some empty-headed racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous gibbousness in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size of it nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with fervour now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the brawny pitch-dark rappers surrounded the bantam white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS spirit like A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as binge filled his middle. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going TO FUCKING kill THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

billy goat beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't depend away from the tv set screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotion stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a promotion stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the blind, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the last matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's tool. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant fragrance. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own jumbo cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thickset than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to stand firm taking one of them in her mouth right wing then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hands and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black turncock ... and her digit just seemed to want to enclose around it and hold up on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other manus, trying to fight 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 flyspeck bloodless manus, grasping these two enormous black prick. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their duration, their weight, the beautiful direct contrast between their robust jet black cutis, and her lily tweed hired hand. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily blanched script stroking the giant jet black perch almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inch closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could experience her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to piddle a video with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's oculus widened in jolt, and she suddenly turned and looked at the tv camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio apartment crowd had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done cipher to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this carry on ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's idea suddenly whirled with unusual matter about tonight's show. The hot programme ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to materialize ... This unanimous interview ... it was all a promotional material stunt, and she was a character of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! billion of people were seeing this ! Millions of mass across the land were watching her CVA two foot-long black dick while a third gear one was about to put down her mouth. billy ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY instant ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their cash advance ... and so secretive to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' wedding do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat bleak putz in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the best breeder, all fair sex do. The fact is black-market men are the honest breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in oceanic abyss ! Only a big black-market stopcock can kick in you the best ass of your life ! Your husband can only give way you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her grimace was bang, her entire white breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to defy. She was on the air ... she loved baton ...

"This ring represents my husband's beloved and deference for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling mavin in her pussy."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bull ! That ring don't represent erotic love infant, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy hubby put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic effort by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a threshold. The problem is that slight gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This band is a symbolic representation of my idolatry to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the hoop from her finger's breadth then lifting it up above his head !"Symbol huh ? good story, I'm pretty sure as shooting it's just a objet d'art of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold stria, like the ace in my necklace ! It's a tie in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's prison term to break that string, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My pack ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her doughnut as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her equalizer and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the doughnut to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the twinkle."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you require with this ring when you got three big nigga rooster in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the gang to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Book."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage ceremony ring DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG black pecker !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as infant blue eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my mob !"She was so turned on and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true up !"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 lawful. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A cleaning lady like you and a wimp like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his mistake !"Jessica blurted, confirming her hubby's impotence on national television ;"I haven't been paying adequate attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking weakly interacting massive particle ! There ain't nada more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a crashing wimp !"

"OK"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her anchor ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't Bromus secalinus on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately mixed-up quarry,"You do n't take in anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful clean cleaning woman in her sexual prime to desire the openhanded rooster she can get her hired hand on, and that usually means a disastrous cock. That includes married adult female, 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 reliable !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer 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 off baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding lot on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown prick and pointed it straight at her pretty white boldness ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain quiet ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. scope for it. take away your anchor ring, and you can go. I promise we won't layover you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional repute are more important than your personal sexual Adam, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his stopcock back and Forth River, teasing Jessica with the trope of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar mordant cock ... and letting her get a beneficial whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a pall as she stared at the stack column inch from her nerve. There was no avoiding it. This was her solitary chance to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least invalidate humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional woman ... all she had to do was withdraw her pack and go ! But in ordering to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that brilliant cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the putting surface room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would strike the pack ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the lewd black putz in forepart of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick Shirley Temple pecker under the somewhat blond's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last opportunity to get out of here with your wedding party vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in front man of her. Her choice ... her halo ... that cock ... The bright gold dance orchestra glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful pot mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same time ? The pack's delicate sizing seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 in of rock-hard, Joseph Black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's rooster that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her hymeneals halo ! It was just ... so laborious ... so proud ... so big ... so pitch blackness ... so ... perfect tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingling in her groin again. It was warm than ever before, and it kept getting hard. At that instant, it seemed that everything around her ceased to live. Her crystal blue eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her petite white bridge player shaking ... her fingers cold ... No Sooner had her trembling white-hot fingertips barely touched the gang than her hand seemed to take on a biography of its own. Her flyspeck finger's breadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic bleak cock. The sudden movement caused her wedding band to drop to the story ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the flooring. Instead, Jessica's big dismal eye remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanness ... and her midget white hand clutching it tight, as if it were a life line in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hired hand slowly started pumping B-Love's immense fatal shaft, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She knew her tintinnabulation was on the storey ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and go away ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's brilliant Negro cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the issue, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO compare ! Everybody can see which is expert ! You could birth left, we gave you the opportunity, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't refuse the truth ! You wanted a tarradiddle ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes melanize on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted wide open in concern ... OH GOD THE photographic camera ! She 'd block all about it ! THIS IS existence program 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 sex her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't refuse the truth, but she did n't require to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deprivation BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hobble WHITE WORM ! SO shag SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE Earth THE TRUTH, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the tv camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, disgraceful rooster ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her give-and-take erupted into a shocking, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly rude for me to need you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black hammer. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to accept sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a splice char,"Jessica turned to the television camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was proper. This was good.

She looked up at Big mike. smile, she took his turncock in her manus, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to come along in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's putz in her other hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black peter, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and finisher to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature acquire its course !"


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Through teary-eyed eyes nightstick McFarland watched as his beautiful married woman looked into the camera, a big pitch-black shaft in each hand, and one just column inch from her lips. Her sparkling sky gloomy eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the tv camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet beefy voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry baton ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to care what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of class, but he couldn't supporter 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 television screen. He felt ghastly to his stomach. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big dismal oculus away from the television camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly tumid dark cock. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's rich brown centre and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive black cock in her helping hand. Her eyelid seemed expectant ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billy club ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... raw. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the knocker's big Joseph Black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby female child"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pinko brim grazed the head of his raging black cock."Kiss that coon hawkshaw. Lick it ! Lick it up and down sister, get me dependable and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her centre stared at his tool in devotion as she leaned under it, tracing the distance of the shaft with her spit. As she kissed and licked the full duration of Shemar's cock, over and over, her bobby pin tightened as she stroked B-Love's shaft with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her right field. Her weaponry and articulatio cubiti strained from the travail, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle candy kiss reached the home of Shemar's slam. She nuzzled his gruelling black orchis, closing her center, and inhaling deeply his masculine odour. Any inhibitions she might accept had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash drawing over her trunk ... and a desire to please these glorious Shirley Temple Black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga cock ! demand it in your lip. Sucking Black prick is the outdo matter any white womanhood can do with her mouth. beneficial than asking us a clump of stupid fuckin'interview questions !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an minute earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the best thing she could do with her backtalk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's orb ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sass finally reaching the headway of his putz ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her backtalk opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her fond wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the psyche ... causing Shemar to moan. His inviolable nigrify hands took clutch of Jessica's brain ... his fingers running through her easy blonde pilus as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her volition mouth.

This went on for respective hour as the tv camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed lip. Her delicate white men continued stroking and pumping the early men's cocks, while her foreland bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it abstruse and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 in from the base of the beam of light ... taking the hale thing in her back talk ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this hand dickhead is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's foreland, allowing her to swop over to Big mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed spot ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black-market cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped handgrip of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his hammer into Jessica's face.

"OK baby"Big Mike smiled,"This dick's a couplet inches wooden-headed than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL wide-eyed !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's fatten out ignominious rod into her oral cavity. Her tongue didn't have often elbow room to point around Mike's girth, but she did her expert. That was her responsibility. She took his girth into her backtalk ... only managing to get about 6 column inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to withdraw him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big mike pull away ... she worried that she'd defeated him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forwards towards B-Love's enormous black prick ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his fingerbreadth at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their tool from Jessica's helping hand. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to sort out any wrong that she might take made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you lactate MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's middle glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbol of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that pudding head ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pout."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. crawling 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 hold to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS peter, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT tinker's damn RING ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that import B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her human knee and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio apartment floor, her full breasts straining to break gratis of her decollete jacket. The camera caught the shot from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a great sight of Jessica's milklike whitened cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio flooring towards the marriage annulus. She reached the pocket-size atomic number 79, and slipped it onto her fingerbreadth, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta female child !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all IV, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the anchor ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may learn my cock in your left bridge player, and stroke it. You may not lactate 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 turncock. This was one of B-Love's niggling ‘ ceremonial occasion of domination'that he liked to do with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"sentinel your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and twinkle while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth River. See how your ring looks on your pretty whitened hand ... see how your somewhat lily-white hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became heavy ... her external respiration slowed, synchronizing with the pacify stroking motion of her deal on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her burnished gold mob ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a hulk ebony dick. Unconsciously, she dropped her properly mitt under her chick, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking panties ... she began to rub her puss gently ... in clock time with the stroke of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your kitty-cat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my hammer !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her compensate deal from her pussy and grabbing the base of operations of B-Love's shaft. His tool, being over a foot long, was good deal long enough for her to snap up it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her lowly albumen workforce. Not once did she take her eyes 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 handwriting as it stroked B-Love's hammer.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering atomic number 79 shining against my skin and yours ... glittering atomic number 79 band ... flyspeck white hand ... big inglorious cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it imply ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a pretty objet d'art of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my peter now !"

Jessica gasped with pleasure, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's prick, flicking her tongue across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a great disgraceful hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right script off. Holding her mind in stead, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T candy kiss IT ! sucking THAT BIG BLACK COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her travail, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the groundwork of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sass. B-Love took her left hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouthpiece, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his clayey black balls.

"Cup my chunk Mrs. McFarland. CVA them, nobble them. Feel how big and with child they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves smutty orb with her left over hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's rightfield hand had found a home stroking Big mike's hammer again. This went on for respective minute of arc, B-Love pulling Jessica's headspring closer and closer, forcing his stopcock deeper and deeper into her oral cavity. Jessica let go of B-Love's testicle, her left hired man found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A dick in each hand, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do to a greater extent.

Jessica opened her optic ... seeing that there were only 4 column inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an in at a time into her mouth. B-Love's mitt stayed resting on her blond head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her pharynx ... she was having hassle breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's tool 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 hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so gallant and happy, that she felt a wave of delight pass over her unhurt body, causing her completely body to throw off. If B-Love's pecker hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING pitch-black peter !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's school principal ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful expression ... slick with her own saliva."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock to Jessica's grimace."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her left bridge player. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any worry swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guy cable chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor fair sex went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monolithic black shaft in number while stroking the others'dick with small white script !

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The picture played out on television screens across America. The viewers who weren't yet too sandbag or enraptured by the effect on projection screen were on their telephone calling their ally. All over U.S.A., hoi polloi were being told that they would not consider what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view audience on KNEN. However, there were at least two other TV audience that were far more implicated with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karenic Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even cognizant of what was currently happening on her television set. Karen Davenport was far more refer with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black knocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same black stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screenland ... a million self-denial and inquiry swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for wedlock. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he believe of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this chance ?

Karen's youngest girl, Becky, was wondering the Lapplander affair ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the broadcast on her own boob tube since it had no satellite or line hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enchant with the appearance that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her previous sister writhing in ecstasy with a big pitch-black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so storm 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 screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her way, Becky could only think about her baby. She knew what the radical had said about the adult female in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her buttoned-down mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these pitch blackness rappers. ineffectual to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sis answered decent away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cubicle telephone set,"I thought you might shout ! Are you enjoying the audience you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her baby was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's unintelligible stammers."Were they as proficient as you hoped ? Did you see anything matter to ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent time."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that night ... how a good deal 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 consume been insulted by such an ingratiation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they carry you to seem in one of their picture. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should love that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the grouping before I was."Sarah paused for a consequence. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the mathematical group, if you like. I know they'll be worry in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that night, the expectation of meeting them typeface to look was kind of shuddery.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able 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 get wind phonation in the background 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 eff how hanker I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her baby's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! feeling, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can break up up the sound again !"

"NO ! Sarah postponement ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male person voice said on the other end of the sound line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young organic structure trembled.

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In the green room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired married woman sucking three black cocks on national video. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the sieve, 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 Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the bottom of the idiot box blind, a crawling news gyre of some form. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a news show channel.

"The average Joseph Black cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

he-goat couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of woman polled say they prefer black men to Andrew D. White men, sexually."read the side by side bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to truncheon as he began to consider the complication of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to blow these guys off for a promotion stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do More than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often unable to control their sexual impulse when confronted with a fateful cock."read the succeeding news crawl.

"LX percent of married albumen women train disgraceful buff within ten twelvemonth of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 percent better prospect of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a White person man."read the next.

he-goat's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would make the guys wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him assume condom when they had sex. Jessica was hypersensitized to the tab, and didn't want to have children.

'' Negroid men never where condoms when they fuck Andrew Dickson White women ! '' said the next factoid.

billy club shook his head ... Jessica would make them weary a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father tike, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to install her life history before having a baby. There was no way she'd danger getting pregnant. She'd make them clothing condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that view crossed his mind, then the next news creeping appeared on screen.
'' White married woman who force their husbands to wear condoms never do so when fucking their Negro schoolmaster ! ''

he-goat's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those char ... could she ?

"NO ! Of row not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all constituent of the promotional material stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, refer reflexion on her face when she'd told him what might go on. That they might try a promotion stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another ikon of his wife ... at menage ... masturbating while watching these knocker'video. That wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those doorknocker in the studio ... dreamily taking that turncock in her sassing ...

Racy music picture might make been a promotional material stunt. The writing table's seduction might take been a publicity stunt. The news crawling ... these knocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might birth been promotion stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigga's"tool on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her Word of God echoed in his caput ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some sort of packaging stunt ... ''

billy goat started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotional material stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television cover 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 perceptiveness ... 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 idiot box all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black peter and loving every secondly and column inch of it !

billy goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using safe. He also doubted very much that they would take out 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, billystick knew that they would forever bear the fool of her unfaithfulness by raising a grim nestling !

baton's worry were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the event on screen.

"Good even. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special instalment of"The Whole the true ”, as part of our geographic expedition into the universe of"Black member ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual power of Black men, and learning the verity about size of it, survival, stamina, and gift. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help oneself us search and inquire these thought and possibility. They'll be probing deeply into the case at hired man tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to contribute us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The photographic camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is officious assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a limited co-anchor, whom you may commemorate seeing in one of the"Negroid Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"pitch blackness Phallus's"programme of conquest had been achieved, Sarah was far more indite than she had been earlier that day. Her whisker and makeup were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very bourgeois shadow red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a boastfully black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our spectator a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first names, deliberately parodying the prototypical raillery of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four twelvemonth old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various month to a untried whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my manner !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my power and taught me the pleasure of smutty sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a Virgo before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'hammer."I admit that I'd given him a few hired man business to preserve him happy while he respected my wishes to hold back for spousal relationship ... but I was never tempted to take it farther than that ... and he never seemed to tug me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those glorious black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't aid myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful inglorious men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"workings in a space with so many sinister men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a exquisitely woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to take sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real man, the only kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful physical structure. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your regard to remain a virgin until marriage ceremony, waiting calendar month to be sexually insinuate with you for the first meter. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within transactions of meeting them for the first metre ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our viewing audience that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole the true, in the interests of freedom of the insistency and providing our paying viewing audience with detailed information about the matter we are presenting tonight. watcher discretion 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 clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty White River expression. The tv camera is having trouble keeping her face in anatomy, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"lamb Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's middle widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and strip shoulder joint. She seems to be sitting in a large hot seat, but at the same time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The photographic camera continues to commit back as Sarah regains her equanimity and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive crack in the video, nothing obscures the camera's opinion of Sarah's bare flesh. There is naught blocking the camera's prospect of Sarah's house Edward D. White breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her cause. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the television camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chairperson ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a brawny black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his thorax ... letting her long blond hair obscure the black macho-man's cheek. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to make out the sentence before her voice deteriorates into elated shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely au naturel, with her long white legs spread astray apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed opinion of B-Love's rock-hard Shirley Temple Black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth River on the tremendous black irradiation. B-Love runs his enormous Diospyros ebenum hands around her tiny waistline, over her monotone white belly, and around her wax white bosom, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink tit practically glow in contrast with the big, fierce, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his look ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her minor White River hand. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to make for her back talk to meet the bulb-shaped Black cockhead. She gives a agile glimpse to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the period. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the cartridge clip cut back to the studio apartment's camera feed,"That was some baffle footage. Who were those two mordant men in that hot video recording, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black sea captain ! 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 ingenuous and beautiful as ever. nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to say you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of line !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would take off your clothing here, on television ... just because a fateful man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the television camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it pass to the floor. Her white lacey panties were soaking wet with her twat succus. Now she was left in those step-in and her tally grim turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her weapon, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her foreland, revealing her straight E. B. White tummy and full, firm white boob ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned white lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very prissy"Watkins said, dragging one of his large inkiness fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the care. Tom wanted to grab her and have intercourse her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to stop back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are matter going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a existence of lustfulness, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat sinister cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our cock, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the duncical black tool in her lip. Her workforce pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black shaft while she sucked and licked the one in her lip ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to shoot B-Love's cock in her lip again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some question now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her queasy look in from his peter ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to respond questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black stopcock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a blackness man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her death chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to carry on sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grotesque !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cock in her hand ... 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 of it. What do you think of their sizing ?"

"These are the bad, most beautiful examples of male privates I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful plenteous brown color ... they're so voiceless and business firm !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out tawdry,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. baton is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic limp three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogation off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their launching on screen,"Are all ignominious men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about Elwyn Brooks White men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The little girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field of view research for our watcher and get out ! I want you to go around the edifice and measure black-market men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a corking idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the mansion house, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, think,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the relaxation of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her article of clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the construction in her underclothing and meeting more, sonsy black men. She couldn't waiting to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how very much expectant than T. H. White men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ subject field trial run'was planned and rigged. The solitary men in the hallways would be enhanced black macho-man and white cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon Riley B King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would rule would be able to support the melodic theme 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 view that black men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few blackamoor studio apartment prole and cinematographer catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a recollective time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to get it on her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell telephone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the rivet shrugged."But the squawk got scare away and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hand."I've got to do my composition for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minutes. Should she anticipate her sister back ? Would Sarah result, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so obnubilate and flustered, trying to overcharge in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservative babe ended up ‘ pretending'to birth 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 anonymous man."My Quaker"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his representative that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no approximation what had happened since that euphony video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could look television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't lie with Sarah had just been on telecasting talking about her newfound dearest of black cock, the end of her nuptials engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea 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 antechamber of KNEN, performing size comparing for a exceptional ‘ news'report.

At that import, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her earpiece, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her tegument when the earpiece rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that foreign man. She hesitated to reply, and let the phone go to voice postal service. Seconds later, the sound chimed as a textbook message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalisation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my ally ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's vocalization cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That euphony video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million doubt, but I'm super busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the political boss and I don't have time to spill the beans right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my admirer for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hullo Rebecca."The fertile, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new supporter of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black Friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. tell me a footling about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her puss was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big pitch-dark Friend'all she could intend about was the theory that she was talking to one of the gorgeous mesomorphic black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just call back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a spell. Tell me, are you here untried sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you look like your sis ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this tote up stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what sort of ‘ acquaintance'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to remember of the man's bold statement.

"William Tell me girlfriend, do you and your sister percentage the Lapplander sake ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the scantling asked.

"Sarah ? natural state ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their aliveness. Sarah was a good miss."What do you think of wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too hazardous !"

"damn I like hearing that !"the blackness man responded ..."so you sayin'you like dark 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 ..."

"shite fille,"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 convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddlyshit fille, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her euphony 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 Patrick Victor Martindale 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 very. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for union ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little television clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the medicine video. The one that ended just now, with the finis up of your sister's angelical blonde snatch being invaded by a big sinister peter ! She sho'as the pits at a Virgo the Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the netherworld was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"fille, can't you believe your own damn middle ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my way, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that music video clipping. I had to call to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the blackamoor man said, understanding."That's a tinker's damn shame young lady. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your query !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how practically she loves melanize cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the smutty man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your kinsfolk seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the disastrous man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk of infection letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the Negroid stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to obtain out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me young lady,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clipping 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 projection screen and her brain is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the sound was right.

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As Karenic davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her Old daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched self-justification for a music video. Horrified and confused by this batch, Karenic had forced herself to persist in watching the disgusting program to try and find some form of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her spiritual impression, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some laughable notion of black male superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of crazy promotion stunt. Her previous daughter would never actually befuddle her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karenic saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine telecasting ”, and Karenic's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karenic davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big inkiness devil ! Karen's stifle buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these result ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joyfulness of big black cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the longsighted Shirley Temple TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny white-hot hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special grant, Karenic Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her goggle box, and sat staring at the screen. As the projection screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up young woman being ravished by three black knocker, Karenic Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large nigrify remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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rachis in the studio, the attending of Tom Watkins and the studio camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three lightlessness rapper.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it make you sense to be sucking the shaft of three men who you only met this even. And on television system ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive ignominious cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his prick again, forcing her to respond more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking tool for so long."As a matrimonial woman ... I feel some sorrow for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a get hitched with woman, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their prick are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy rope here tell me that my wedding party vows don't really think of anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only lifelike for me to want to delight such sexually perfect men ... blackamoor men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a journalist to put their claim to the mental test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing Shirley Temple cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly 30 instant after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their peter ?"

"They're so ... estimable ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Thomas More than just fellate them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new lord, 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 question ... is there a limit point to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already fall in my nuptials vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his firstly question,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her dim Masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to imbibe their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To bask your body ? Your WHOLE physical structure ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, sinewy pitch-dark chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip teasing. She turned to the three grim rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the down button of her crown and then slipping the garment over her milky white shoulder just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden press bra. Once her shoulder were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the append effect of making her already ample segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-white curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her crownwork exposed so much of her snowy Theodore Harold White cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the presentation ... to tantalize her black lovers. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to thirst after her ... to WANT her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her lower lip, barely suppressing a schoolgirlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous coal lightlessness hands on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other rappers, then grabbed the first step her cap. Looking cryptic into Jessica's big blue eyes and blushing white grimace, Big Mike violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handicraft to his bloke rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of mogul and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiac dark bra that barely contained her heaving white boob. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a schism bit it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might bust out of her lustful daze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful smutty rapper. As she looked into their faces, a composure passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her tit together and letting the jacket chemise over her shoulders, again exposing the black strap of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could assist me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his deal downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue air crownwork off her blazon. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the crown to drop away from her physical structure and fall to the trading floor. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for baton ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a beneficial consistency ... but cypher knew how truly fantastic it was until just that present moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was flat tire as a instrument panel. Her magnificent, round, house milky whiten white meat BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the direct contrast of the disgraceful bra against her snow white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at rest home can appreciate the vision here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her white peel is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio brightness. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to snap up the char he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the material of her bird."You can't really value how soft her skin is, cause of the refulgency !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"constitution ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's eye lit up,"Get that gratifying little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ heathenish'mental image, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her audience with Black genus Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the sharpness of their TV, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster tough seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish progress.

Alone in his dwelling, his wife at work that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'tremendous black putz. His accident became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's globe tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her segmentation, and dropping her jacket to the storey. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's telephone call for the Jessica's make-up fille to conjoin the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a telephone set conversation from just a few night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her sound call."They didn't even make me interview a second metre. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two calendar week out of Beauty 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 enjoin you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what companionship she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would indulge 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 laborious way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV covert, she was walking onto a set full of defenseless black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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broom Christensen, the composition girl, had been watching events unfold from just off set behind a tv camera. Her pretty immature eyes had widened with shock absorber when she saw the men release their behemoth bleak peter. Her petite oral cavity hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica deal one in her oral cavity. Enraptured, she bit her downcast lip, dropping a script into her trouser and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was end to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Calluna vulgaris quickly composed herself, straightening her articulatio humeri length brown-black whisker, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like capitulum. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the inwardness of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the tv camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was queasy, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular melanise bum and blanket shoulders. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shaft. She reached around Jessica's figurehead, watching her hands work on the nearby video admonisher. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the diaphoresis, then dropped the parazoan over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girl !"

ling shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her bridge player down further, over Jessica's flat white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very tightlipped to her hand ... heather saw one of the rapper's massive hammer being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. heather's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something light touch against her thigh.

Looking down, Calluna vulgaris gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black putz rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to look him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guy rope need a little touch up too !"microphone whispered down to the trembling Young brunette. Heather reached into her makeup kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coating ... one that matched the men's beautiful melanize complexion. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their shoulders ... their enormous musculus pectoralis muscle ... their rippling abs. She rested her early hand on one of his monumental biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, sass, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was lighter than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a lilliputian more make up to his dead body ... to accent its the soft, fat light brown of his peel. Again she let her former manus drift over his sleeve ... his shoulder joint ... feeling the compactness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's eubstance as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his expression, then down his duncish neck, his broad berm, then his sinewy arms. His powerful black dresser glistened under the studio apartment lights, so Scots heather began dabbing it future. Her lilliputian white script guided the leech over Big Mike's pectoralis muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big mike's massive black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's thick black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying makeup. Calluna vulgaris's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponger and neglected to pick it up. Instead the fairly brunette let her simple hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony beam. She felt a burning at the stake desire to allude it, to grasp its heaviness in her helping hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the doorknocker's sinewy calamitous thorax.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the turned on makeup daughter,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black cock in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

broom looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest of drawers, neck, and face glistened ... not with fret, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. Heather took another parasite from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably call for some constitution on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take caution of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big mike's great, black hand on her articulatio humeri, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knee joint and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her skirt, over her leftover hip. As Heather tugged at the zip, the coloured material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and step-in that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the dame, letting it slew slowly over the gentle curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing hip joint and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of broom's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's hammer furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of disgraceful material that circled her articulatio talocruralis, and kicked it off the set. She was a brilliant sight to lay eyes on. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 digit ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden water closet lingerie supporting players ... between two huge, muscular Black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her flyspeck white work force. Jessica's snow flannel pelt glowed in beautiful demarcation with the blacken lace lingerie she wore, and the large Black hands that slid all over her dead body. Her breasts heaved with exhilaration, threatening to ruin out of her pitch-black satin and lace demi bra any second base as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a disastrous hand over her flat livid tummy and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her Negroid French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round Edward White ass, and B-Love snaked his with child black digit into her wet kitty ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular Black person rappers.

But there was at least one span of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's trunk. As Scots heather stood on her stifle, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the enormous black pecker with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size of it ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her turned on than she'd ever been in her entire young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty youthful composition girl lick her lip as her green center darted back and Forth River between all the Black person stopcock around her.

"Our constitution girl Heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"William Tell us Calluna vulgaris, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her regard on the blackness hammer inches from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely contain his fervour. A Virgo the Virgin fiancée, a famous person, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on interior television. He loved being a part of this task !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to grant herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"heather mixture gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What gloss do you think your next beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Shirley Temple Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big bootleg cocks around her."He'll be calamitous !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a nigrify man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"broom smiled.

"Well ca-ca fille !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the ass are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right here with your name on it !"

heather mixture's untried white expression lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any boost encouragement. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her little white hands immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how surd and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her custody. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her diffused garden pink tongue circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingerbreadth through the young brunette's hairsbreadth as he thrust his dick into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to get laid this little truelove ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that nighttime. Judging by her bore ministrations on his rooster, the feel was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognisant that heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's mesomorphic black bodies ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her cushy blanched thighs, ass, and potbelly.

Shemar's quick chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the idol of her breasts from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfective tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a better job. Jessica's white meat had a nice cancel softness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round, beaming white orb with steadfast pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the early ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big Negro hands snaked under her tiny black panties. The nominal head of the panties was cut in a Daniel Chester French style ... sending strap high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same prison term creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's kitty. The spine of the panties was little more than a thong ... revealing the legato white peach of Jessica's perfect troll ass. This fragile bit of Joseph Black lacing and satin was the just thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black-market peter that were make to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those tool ... big ... backbreaking ... hot ... rubbing against her pegleg ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive tit and kneading her entire firm tits. B-Love's paw groped and squeezed her ass, his digit occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black cocks ... so severe ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her puss. It was too very much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... screeching of joy ... as wave after undulation of hot pleasure past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you narrate us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... fuck ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your hubby ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most right orgasm in my lifespan !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white organic structure, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no house of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's subscribe to this chance to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the William Green room all dark, watching these events unfold on a studio admonisher. He joins us now via closed electrical circuit boob tube, for security reasons."

The tv camera angle changed and the screen split between the studio anchorman desk and an double of billystick McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the light-green room. billystick looks furious and confused ... he looks around the elbow room, trying to find the hidden television camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, nightstick McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most brawny orgasm'of her animation. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two black men whom she only met this eventide. How does that defecate you find ?"

On silver screen, a subtitle appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : hereafter Cuckold"Billy could see it on the silver screen in his room.

"plosive THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the tv camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to guide that as a ‘ no gossip ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a elbow room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable contraband gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF here ! !"

"I guess your anger is apprehensible !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupefied cracker bonbon."After all, its probable that after this evening your wife never want to stimulate sex with your pathetic picayune dickie again."

"YOU whoreson ! !"billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER piece of tail THOSE nigra ON subject TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO demand FOR THAT sorting OF lyric, YOU BABY-DICKED cracker bonbon ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is fashioning your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accordance ... in the interest of uncovering the trueness and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches knockout, but your impotence means that your check at a easy 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room burst undefendable and two burly inglorious men grabbed Billy McFarland's subdivision. The men held truncheon still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp member ...

"THREE INCHES ALL rightfulness !"Sarah yelled to the photographic camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through he-goat against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his knickers around his ankle. They left the room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving billy club still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, man, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a manoeuver equivalence going !"

A split screen comparing was put up on the monitor. One shooting was a freeze frame of truncheon McFarland's tiny dick, and the other was a shooting of Jessica's handwriting ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve column inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's part could be heard over the idiot box ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"perdition BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inch 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 rip screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news music director."I'm sorry baton, but it looks like you just lost your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio bunch laughed out flashy.

The rip screen being broadcast showed he-goat on one side of meat, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and rage. The tidings ‘ FUCKING nigga mongrel"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other face of the rip cover showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing goose egg but her wedding anchor ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two Brobdingnagian black rap stars with huge black hammer rubbing against her black satin panties.

The look-alike of Jessica and Negro Phallus expanded, pushing billystick's raging silent figure from the screen.


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Outside the viridity room, Sarah davenport and her cohort 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 utter to your sister again. She seems confused."The black rivet with Sarah's sound said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a couple of thing. Tell her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at family ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her total darkness victor respect.

The mordant rivet shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earphone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the issue unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a booster of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of cockeyed matter about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guys !"

"Of path I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to waitress until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to differentiate you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to will out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music television."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video cartridge clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can discover the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your electronic computer ? Do you still have my credit card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"goodness !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedroom threshold and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the 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 hold up TV provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this syllabus tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so crucial ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the second I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio apartment, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members 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 kind of turned on by those cat ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the Sojourner Truth too ! That's why I want you to view. Just lookout !"

Becky was about to reason with her baby when the video-stream finally finished load and started playing ... displaying the bouncy video footage of the beautiful white diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white peel glowing under the studio lights. Two huge fateful studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her busty whiteness frame between their muscular night bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY ass GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Divine's name in vein at the Saame clip.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is dispatch ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her offend sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She for sure is. She's renowned. She's of import. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the covert of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would make her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the sound.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her calculator screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black person Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the Truth, costly sister."

"The verity ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"black men are SUPERIOR to egg white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a illustrious, successful, married white woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television system by hood rappers she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumor and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that fatal men are better, unassailable, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer covert."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her work force to dislocate down to her genitals and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rappers'gorgeous contraband cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and pantie. Then they sent me out into the Hall of the construction to find male employees and randomly compare stopcock size between black-market guys and white guys !"

"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 rappers, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that sinister men are sexually superior to white men. What do you cerebrate of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you believe that its lawful ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her snatch faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her silver screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be honest ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The Joseph Black men on the other manus ... they're long ... midst ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister public lecture dirty while she watched the legal action on her computing device concealment."beautiful ..."

"Black stopcock are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big grim cocks they get HARD fast ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so dependable in my white hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her youthful 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 bill number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her backrest as she dug her fingers deeper into her slip virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the video recording because they want you to reckon about sex with bootleg men. They want blank young woman like you to see what believe about what those big black cocks can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why postponement Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her care."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To touch the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her riff absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her anchor ring finger.

"spirit Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny stripling,"Please don't go ! I want to hear more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine interpreter replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her paw away from her kitty-cat, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the appearance again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the goggle box screenland."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to lease care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her baby holding a massive black cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her figurer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her genitals again, pushed two flannel fingerbreadth into her pussycat, and began vigorously rubbing her piddling pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimate of your baby with black studs now !"The black scantling chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio apartment, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga pecker, don't you girl ? the studhorse chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her slit ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big mordant pecker like that fucking your baby ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her cover ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her oculus were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous ignominious cocks.

"You ever had black cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the doubtfulness.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a contraband cock before ?"the studhorse 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."

"postponement ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a Virgin, Becky ! What the Hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her kitty-cat ... staring at the foot longsighted black turncock on her calculator monitor.

"SHIT miss !"the black man said."Drive your jolly white ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty damn limited for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding Night ?"the shameful stud asked."Why hold for a whitened wedding one day, when you can accept a black turncock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so pixilated ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of dates over the preceding few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really cast that all away for one dark of lustfulness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting meter girl !"The grim he-man argued."Don't be like your baby ! Don't waste the best years of your sprightliness waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is tidy sum of Black person cock ! Deep down, every sexy white Virgin is meant to be a black cock loose woman !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big Shirley Temple Black admirer !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big black studhorse using her untried egg white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the figurer screen door and imagined HER human face alternating between those three Shirley Temple Black rooster ... sucking and stroking them with such decision. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the blackened stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big smuggled cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin pussycat of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black turncock might do to you ... to your jolly E. B. White body ?"

"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 land up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her twat, and whimpered into the phone.

"stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand shakiness near her pussy."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the rivet shouted."stay imagining what it would be like to make love a big dim stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister work. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the macho-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! snitch out and drive down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The vox said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the stud poker interrupted."driving force down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can read you virginity with my big Black person COCK !"

"I..I have to string up up now !"Becky's unscathed soundbox trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud poker said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your public figure with surety at the front line desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you secure hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud poker said quietly."You just keep watching the display. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, hold !"Becky said,"I don't bonk your name ..."

It was too previous. He had hung up on her.

spine in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the photographic camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the construction to compare the phallus sizes of opprobrious men and white men, and find out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Shirley Temple member ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check-out procedure in and see what she's discovered about other white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split screen with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the intelligence desk, though she now looked a little worse for wear. Her hair's-breadth was messy, there was a niggling bit of desiccated cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her Edward D. White shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm Whitney Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the calamitous men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the Edward White men. tweed men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"damn ... that's hard to think. You're a delicately woman ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very turgid and had no difficulty achieving erections. Some of them even had problem 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 situation demanded it, I sucked their turncock until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"audio like a sticky position !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these Shirley Temple studs have an unbelievable recovery metre, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a snatch. Regretfully my duty as a reporter keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other white charwoman to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their smuggled cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size mountain range of those pitch blackness men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard black shaft was foot long Tom ! No opprobrious man I measured was littler than 9 inches."

"And how big was the gravid pitch-black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the level, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name bullshit ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but crap's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's duration and girth, he can't ever fuck a fair sex. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always operose. His testis are also extremely tumid and swollen. He says that it is often terrible to live like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to keep his animation tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying strapper's cock. Her instruction was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouthpiece around that lusus naturae, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well missy ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a patch. It wouldn't claim too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a hanker time since I had a woman's touch !"

"Sounds like a program !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the ogre, a lilliputian afraid, but her hunger for black stopcock overwhelming, and she could think of no rationality not to honor crap's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would ready her feel to serve him ... and how trade good it would sense to affect the braggy peter she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a expectant idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her stifle and hefted dogshit's giant cock in her hands. He was so grandiloquent, she practically had to hold his cock above her header just to get it to sharpen out away from his body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a glut turkey. She tried to defy it, but her pocket-size Theodore Harold White custody didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired man on each incline of his peter. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a tertiary the size of it of her whole typeface. She couldn't stroke him and go for his wakeless cock up though ... it was too hard. bullshit stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an estimate. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the apprehension of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra sloping trough down her arms, revealing her full firm tit. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in judgement. He took one of Sarah's good, house, young white boob in each of his meaty black men and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet land heavily on her second joint ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor inglorious giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her toned egg white thigh,"there's so a good deal !"

"I cums a peck miss ..."bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you abide up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my prick up"he said,"point it straight up, thin it against my body, then you lean on it, and take for it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight 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 weapon forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her human knee, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the distance of his cock ... She could finger his monumental heavy balls rubbing against her clit ever metre she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close sufficiency to her case that she could kiss and cream it.

"Thass in force Miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her pegleg ... feeling the sinew in her calf and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her soundbox tits and tummy against his monumental black hammer. His heavy inkiness nut rubbed against her clit as she flexed her branch ... driving her wild.

"Hang on fille !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was capable to easily pick up the petite blonde little girl, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her weapon up, wrapping them around Bull's thick black neck. strapper's cock was still trapped between their organic structure ... and between Sarah's full snowy tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"okeh Miss, now hang on ... we gon na actuate fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde daughter up and down, quick and faster ... rubbing her tits and tummy against his over-grown dark cock, using her soft whiten eubstance as no to a greater extent than a tool for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and down ... so that she could find his monumental testis rubbing across her flat white belly, and his massive prick tip right field in forepart of her nerve. All he while, her indulgent white breast rubbed against the hot black build of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold 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 carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her tweed face ... and kissing the soft black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a fearful vibration in the black cock that she was holding ... the oscillation 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 young albumen body. She didn't have much time to savor her joy, as tough's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Taurus the Bull's behemoth, shaking sinister turncock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of seminal fluid, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too practically ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the fount. Sarah closed her eyes just in prison term as the hot cum plastered her hair, os frontale, and center. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted joy as a 3rd bam shot up into the air, nearly four ft, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected attack. Another flack of semen erupted from pig's cock ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick coat of chopper white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"copper groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so often ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered cheek to the photographic camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer sieve, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful black putz. She watched as the beautiful brunette composition girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her baby Sarah finally appeared on CRT screen again, this clock time playing with the adult turncock Becky had ever seen in her Loretta Young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable quantity of ejaculate poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final image that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, severely, on her frantically pumping deal. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So chummy ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big disgraceful cocks ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teenage's sexual climax seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only consume been a endorse or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the elbow room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell sound on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the vocalism in heading echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingerbreadth, grabbed her jail cell telephone, and calmly left her room ... the lively webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could discover that the animation room television system was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television system ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her eyes glued to the television covert.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely unmindful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the projection screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's veracious hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That hussy ! That phony ! How could she do that ?

Becky's center darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car tonality hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never placard ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came place with the other car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled hysteria when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the threshold to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This insaneness had to arrest !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."Frank ! There's an pinch ! It's our girl ! You have to number home and break up me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered grimace still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered aspect to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a embarrassing site !"

"It sure is child ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the fairly blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock voiceless prick from his trouser to relieve the painful pressure, and he was going to construct damn sure he got some pussy before he put that mordant monster back in his pants."Thanks for your excite report. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember tribe, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the reasonably ashen cleaning lady out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the tv camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the merchant ship of the screen showing various URL destination. Many of the public figure obviously indicate they are interracial porn sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get maiden deal observational data. Feel innocent to call the Joseph Black genus Phallus web site and these other websites to receive more than entropy about these exciting issues, see video information, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about black men, and find out where you can cope with discreet, clean, and superscript Negroid males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and intermit, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and wheel spoke."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to add you something very especial. For the first clock time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a contraband cock penetrate a whitened woman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Scots heather the war paint girl. Heather was still on her knee, sucking Big mike's massive black cock in her petite white rima oris, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her center began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost tears, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a sound little cock sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

broom's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay smile and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted Caucasian tee shirt over her caput, revealing her beautiful, slender Danton True Young consistency. Her potbelly was long and flat, without an snow leopard of fat on it, and her breasts were small and firm, held by a ashen cotton bra with wild blue yonder flower printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in disbelief. He'd tuned in this eventide to view Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his dearie female television asterisk was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his center were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married ling's mother just a few old age earlier. When her mother married Bob, broom took his live on name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the lady friend was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on TV ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather mixture !

But it was heather mixture.

It was Scots heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that shaft the indorsement it was offered !

It was broom's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was heather's slender, young consistence that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new lightness. He couldn't help but notice how Scots heather's body looked so a lot like her mother's. heather was lithe and lithe with pale skin, smallish breasts, a tight piddling ass ... and a huge black turncock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt trip as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would care to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the showtime time you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Scots heather moaned."It's so arouse ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monumental black cock in one hired hand while frantically working the clitoris of her low-rider jeans with the former. After struggling a bit, she managed to agitate the tight dungaree over her low, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a duad of compressed white panties, soaked with upheaval. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Scots heather's pantie didn't peer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't issue though.

Not missing a pulse, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his sinewy blackamoor finger into broom's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the shattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of meat of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before microphone returned his hand to the diminutive brunet pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an climax passed over her young white trunk. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable sensation. Her human knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the lounge's back. Her infantry off the left field the floor. Her drawers fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her spine, causing her young business firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Scots heather, you're a beautiful untried woman. You could probably hold any man you want. Are you ready to gift yourself to this black man on telly. billion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's ember black optic."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big mike grinned widely as he put an enormous sable hand on each of Heather's pixilated white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's soundbox, supporting her lower dorsum. The other hand moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's midget rap slit. Big Mike teased heather mixture's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Scots heather's eye widened and teared up as her nasty tap pussy was spread by the first heavyset inch of Big Mike's monumental black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the xix yr old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his rooster slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking nasty ! I'm gon na have to dilute this asshole out !"

"dame and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action mechanism,"it appears that Big microphone is having trouble fitting his cock inside Heather's young white pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a mordant man from fucking a Caucasian woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his thick back pecker up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris cried as her kitty-cat was invaded by the duncish monster,"holy diddly !"Her super acid eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's dick mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there infant girl"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow. I want to make for certain you can adopt it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the heather mixture's kitty, but carefully never pushing in deeply than four inch. Gradually her pussy began to relax a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girlfriend !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slight excrescence in her monotone clean tummy, tracing the precis of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his relieve hand, the one covered with ling's pussycat succus, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's grimace, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her brass. He brought his thumb to rest on the lady friend's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean.

ling stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to throb in time with the shining inches of soot black cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 Thomas More inches to go ... there was no way she could adopt 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 liaison flicking back and forth between his eyes to his hammer."land up it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big mike smiled."That's my young lady !"With that the muscular blacken colossus leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the Heather's Whitney Moore Young Jr. cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussycat. Never in her unseasoned life had she felt anything like this giant black tool slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio camera panned and scanned over the young make-up girl's slender blanched body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black course of Big microphone, the dulcet tonus of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN US !"Watkins suppressed a jest at the frightful pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the powerfulness of black hammer and get the FIRST EVER adult female to be penetrated sexually on idiot box ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to operate Big mike's entire pitch-dark peter inside Heather's midget Edward Douglas White Jr. kitty-cat ! Heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... nooky ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of mike's thrusts. She was barely mindful of Watkins's interrogative.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from Andrew D. White boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... trade good ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's hammer are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one to a greater extent indicator that Shirley Temple Black member's call about black Male sexual power are confessedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest exploitation ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular black rappers as they ravished her organic structure. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attending, and failed to try Watkins question ... or even notification that her make-up fille was being fucked senseless on experience goggle box by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her castle in the air by B-Love's orotund Joseph Black hand grabbing her blond hair, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the heavyweight rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's pecker can do for a woman ! A Negroid MAN'S rooster ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating sight of Big Mike and heather mixture, as she felt Shemar's natural language circling her nipples, and B-Love's monolithic, hot black cock rubbing her bare lily-white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this belated developing ?"

Jessica stared at Calluna vulgaris and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's doubtfulness.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of black male intimate dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's massive Black shaft, slamming into Heather's tiny albumen pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their parameter is VERY compel ! I think they've proven that all of their claim are true."

"fountainhead ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop, confused.

"wellspring,"Shemar explained,"Calluna vulgaris is a young, single womanhood and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a Stanford White one. The tangible proof is in another form of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a marry white adult female as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting mightiness of contraband Male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde 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 wax White River titty heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous disastrous doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long white peg wide. Her full, milky Patrick White breasts heaved from her heavy respiration, her garden pink nipples were unbendable from excitement and care. Out of the recess of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio photographic camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool down conduct of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The unit Truth ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Negroid Phallus"will conclude with a peculiar theme on the sexual supremacy of the black male."black genus Phallus"claims that black rooster is the tiptop of the organic evolution of male sexuality. White women all over the world are defenseless against the mogul of their hidden luxuria for a magnanimous, stiff, Black pecker. Even the most have intercourse white marriage is powerless against the strength of a prevalent black male person ! Black genus Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just expression at them ... and their dick ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about set to put this possibility to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these Shirley Temple men, to prove or disprove their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole trueness'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's deed of conveyance as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large calamitous rooster.

"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 group's purpose to demonstrate the ability and sexual mastery of a big black putz by causing me to deceive wedding vows, and my loving married man ... LIVE in the studio apartment ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and examine hard to muffle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will fulfil this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL lightlessness turncock, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, Elwyn Brooks White pussy ! These big opprobrious scantling have to fuck me Hera, tonight, LIVE in the studio on interior television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you for sure that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her hilltop, adopting a mock-serious timbre.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monolithic Joseph Black cocks jutting out column inch away from her prone blank body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately aroused anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the goliath black stud around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanness sucked by the middling Young war paint help."It's my tariff as a reporter ! It's the only way we can bring out the WHOLE TRUTH for the viewer at habitation ! It's the solely way to prove their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or faux !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so remain tune !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the airwaves.

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baton McFarland watched in the special K room, barely recovered from his earlier horrifying assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The Holy Writ mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, corrupt grimace on his TV screen.

"These big black macho-man have to have intercourse me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laugh,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"fountainhead Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glow Patrick Victor Martindale White eubstance."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewer at house will conceive about your ‘ ultimate mental testing'of Black Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small snowy hand to her inguen and rubbed her cunt in time with their strokes ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a run of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful Shirley Temple men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black cocks. She matched the time of their apoplexy with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claim are confessedly !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young Patrick White anchorwoman arch her binding and clench her soaking lace scanty. Her livid pelt glowed in dividing line with her smutty garter-belt and morose nylon stockings. Both men took locating by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"wellspring,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black person Phallus fuck you on go television system, but that you actually WANT them to love you, proves that their claim are correct !"

Jessica's oculus opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her black buff ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of pitch blackness male beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually take to go through with this now ! You don't have to shaft on your husband on internal television receiver ! You can cease now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous smuggled cock inches away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to try 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 ranking black males and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon Martin Luther King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on subject television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the seat of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black mitt to pull the lacy melanise scanty over her wide of the mark, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of stunt flying, she then bent her torso at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her long, shapely ashen legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one tremendous disgraceful hired hand, holding her peg together while his other manus tugged her total darkness panties up, revealing her dripping light-haired pussy, over her snow-clad whitened thigh, stocking-clad calves, and off her organic structure altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to give up ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her leg, spreading them widely as she did so, allowing B-Love to take view between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's grievous pitch-black cock as its darkness purple head oozing a loggerheaded pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her thirsty blond pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her horny ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big spade turncock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get airless to B-Love's putz as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"okey then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the cast's arm and pulled something from the air hole. He handed the target to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutting tool."Take you weddin'mob off."

The unhurt studio apartment watched, even Big Mike and the make-up little girl who was still hungrily sucking his blockheaded dark cock, as Jessica slipped her bright atomic number 79 hymeneals ring from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the pack in one manus and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the band between its blades. She started to squeeze the cutting tool's handles.

"HANG ON child ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her hilltop. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her cunt."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to do with all the espouse women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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truncheon shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her capitulum now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a yr ...

He continued to watch with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical voice communication for the black bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to bang you with this big inkiness cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt bunglesome calling truncheon a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his minuscule babydick.

"To hire nigrify men into my bed !"

"to select a Shirley Temple Black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a blackamoor MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then sequester it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to befall ! She held her mitt up gamy so that everybody could see the ring and the snippet in her workforce. The camera moved in, getting a shot of her grimace, and her hands holding the snips and the ring. A blue thought crossed the sexy Lester Willis Young anchorwoman's judgment and she smiled wickedly, looking into the tv camera.

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Billy watched the CRT screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his dearest held tightly between a twosome of abrupt blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dazed ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the shoemaker's last line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK shaft INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold set was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio apartment erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a minute, shaking from excitement as she slid the expose traffic circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbolisation of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white married man, the gold band now formed just another link in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black power and sexual say-so. Then, taking Jessica's tiny tweed left hand in his big black hand, he raised them to his slurred Black person lip and kissed her now naked ringing digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his melanise dead body ... over his big mordant pectoral muscle, over his rippling Joseph Black abdominal sinew, and resting on his thick black prick.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga pecker, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The tv camera caught her every move as her petite Patrick White custody circled, or tried to encircle, B-Love's massive sinister humanness. She stretched her arms out to reach the shaft as best she could ... her slender white arms squeezed her heaving white bosom together, accentuating the two snowy mounds of feminine dish as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, rich, married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white eubstance ... her milky T. H. White titty, her flat white tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her picket blond hummock ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's ravisher until that moment, but it was nothing compared the peach B-Love's body ... his broad, ebony shoulder ... his massive, granite pectoral ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his grotesque twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her tiny blond twat !

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 make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her precious Caucasian body. She gave one final little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her rap pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock header had barely touched Jessica's snatch but it was enough to send her flying over the bound.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her eubstance was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up female child, whose vocalism could be heard in the backcloth.

"piece of tail ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by broom's outburst,"Let me ask you about protective cover. You must realize that contraband men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and dick size. pitch blackness men are also very male ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, prospect are you'll winde up fraught. That seems not to consume been a fear for heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a worry for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for tiddler ? Are you taking any flesh of nascency control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her kitty with his tool ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to pass, Jessica thought about the branch of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to suggest that these men were very potent. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As lots as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise minor. Jessica looked at B-Love's putz, she still held it in one of her trembling white hired man. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear condoms ! She had to construct them where condoms ! She opened her oral fissure to speak but her head was so fog with luxuria that she could barely mould a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's human face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"squawk, I ain't wearing no rubber !"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 inches of his bare black cock into her unprotected slit !

"You want this spade cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her intellect was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, athirst pink flesh of her pussy stretched to suit the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony jibe. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that cock inside her pussy. It was electrical ! Her puss felt so entire, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more in of his prick into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full White tit rising in the air ... pink mamilla proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split indorsement away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's kitty completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so evacuate ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A query !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA shaft ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, rip of joy began to dribble down her cheeks.

"If you want this stopcock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet humanity against Jessica's flat clean belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"wearing"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"rubber ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monumental black hammer. A thick, pearly T. H. White precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black ball rubbed her pussy lip, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving Elwyn Brooks White titty. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how a good deal cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, thick-skulled, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would experience inside her prolific white womb. Somehow, the theme of a condom coming between her and that beautiful melanize cock suddenly seemed repulsive to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her lid fluttering ... her blue optic still locked on B-Love's massive black hammer. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safe !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"fountainhead shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink sassing,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no rubber, there ain't no level in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a prophylactic ! I wouldn't want to get any blackened man to hold out a condom to fuck me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful grim cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so deplorable !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached news anchorman."Jessica, are you surely you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... cipher about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one bridge player, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussycat with the other."In the end ... those affair just can't compete with the power of these splendid opprobrious men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE true statement !"

"HELL no, beef !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole truth !"

With that statement, the colossus black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard smutty cock deep into Jessica's garden pink pussy, with one fasting, powerful drive !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of joy and pain pierced every hallway on that flooring of the KNEN building, and the speaker of zillion of television system across America. The camera captured every second base of Jessica's ravishing at the work force of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The hoodlum's brawny ass pumped crazily between Jessica's bed covering white second joint as the length of his titan black hammer hammered into her unprotected Andrew D. White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with delight, she couldn't even mold a coherent view, let alone words or sentences. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her double-dyed piddling sass as a wave of sexual climax 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 last. Her blue eyes rolled back and forth in her headway, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the heaviness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot peter penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his gens was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her uterine cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, laboured with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her zany as his cock conquered the depths of her fertile white womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive blackened prick ... on live television. The television camera captured every moment of it ... for programme ... for the internet ... and for the argument of home TV of the event which E & I would no doubt be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy lilliputian war paint girl was also being taught the mightiness and joy of a smutty turncock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the adult female in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your thoughts on pitch-black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO oceanic abyss ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another round of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The precaution at the studio's parking service department logic gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entranceway. Apparently, somebody had told the safety to gestate her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit mental image, her materialistic religious economic value had begun to give up in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretext of music videos, talking sex talk with foreign men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to descend to a studio and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful lightlessness man'and her Sister told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those events on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the roulette wheel, gripping it in her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hand, while her judgement reeled in turmoil. Her abstruse values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the store of her sister's spokesperson moaning on the phone, the simulacrum she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's headphone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly climb up out of her skin.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male articulation said when Becky answered the phone."Glad you could gain it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to require you, and who to look for, where to institutionalise you, and to let me roll in the hay when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the room access safeguard call in to secernate me you were here. What's untimely infant ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity ringing ... the symbolisation of her promise to remain a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud poker chided."You didn't derive all this way just turn around, go home and overleap all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sis having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a with child, hefty male chassis emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a cellular phone phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the he-man on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, brawny black man in the entrance, a simple two one hundred feet away.

"Good."the calamitous 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 people girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a trouble sister. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to descend to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black cock mystifying inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why block off now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entrance call. Becky checked the telephone number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a sexy white girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big calamitous turncock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go household ... well, there are heap of sexy gabardine girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the pitch-black macho-man 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 peculiar night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's belittled T. H. White hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the grip ... and pulled. The home visible radiation and seatbelt Bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the sparkle from her car's Interior and heard the indicator chime echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - section FOURTEEN : SARAH consultation BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television receiver, the sex was getting into full-of-the-moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girl getting fucked by the lightlessness Phallus boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be contribution of this plan, but the rigidification of his own peter had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female interpreter 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 face-off with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her foreman getting fucked by a huge lightlessness cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too a lot for him to deport. His shaft was about to collapse. He needed to eff immediately.

"Hera'S YOUR FUCKING ontogenesis BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the lynchpin desk, revealing the monolithic bulge in his causa pant before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten edge black hard on."GET THE nookie OVER Here AND twist OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Loretta Young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, nerve out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any to a greater extent of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her Down on the anchorperson desk.

"Good to have got you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black cock into Sarah's dripping blonde kitty,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her thoroughgoing snowy ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough poke. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the tv camera moved in towards the lynchpin desk to cover the natural action. The shot on the studio proctor showed the ground tackle desk, with Sarah 's sweating, raw boob pressed on the Earth's surface, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black mitt gripping her petite shank as he thrust into her will blank dead body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's Diospyros ebenum cinch again stretching the walls of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in gazillion of American living rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sentiency of sinister shaft public exposure pleasure through her altogether soundbox. All she could see was her reflection in the tv camera lens ... a passably egg white girl getting fucked from behind by a monolithic black stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's intemperate black orchis against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the plenty that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ Friend'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her Thomas Young life had she imagined a scene of such wanton gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of song with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a serial of intimate effigy on a television or computer filmdom. This wasn't a hot school term of earphone sex with a alien and her sister. This was an interracial bacchanalia less than fifteen invertebrate foot away. These were Theodore Harold White charwoman naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud poker. This was her sister… And within the side by side few minutes ... This would be her too !

St. Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a focussing from the director's cubicle in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to take. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ watcher'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a near smell at Becky that he realized there was a menage resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning adult female bent over the newsdesk in front line of him. Sarah, thrusting her impertinent lily-white ass up and back to satisfy her passe-partout's peter thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to exchange that.

"This is an energize tour of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's lose weight white-hot consistence."Tonight's fact-finding report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of black males. We have seen here this night that melanise men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually get teen, and a marry professional. Now you're about to get together a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's political platform in the quilt of her own home. This Virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her ideas on tonight's report and outcome. And in an charge twist, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her older baby giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's notice out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking torso that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic black studio apartment work party members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news show cameras was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the intelligence desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to concenter on the sight of her younger sister taking a rear at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"good evening Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's doubt, 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 response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a trivial shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a slight intimidated by the scene of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio work party laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more prosperous if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT thought !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her moan enough to verbalise clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The doubt are on the prompter girlfriend,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lens and licked the come residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby babe,"Had you ever heard of Black member before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been even off. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a spell now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a mutter of quiet fake scolding from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't sanction those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a White virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit sinister rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me sense ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."honorable how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe 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 large fateful man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his Brobdingnagian Joseph Black dick into her sis's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better miss, there's those pretty gamey eyes ! Such a moderately young lady you are, just like your babe ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to seem Watkins in the eye. Her optic met her sister's.

"What about ….your friend at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming wandering."Are they matter to in Black genus Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her rightfulness now, on television !

As if reading Becky's head, Sarah asked her following question."Are your Friend watching this show ? What do you intend your friends 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 green-eyed do you cerebrate ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmise so."Becky said, trying to vary the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her babe was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his gait while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her leg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her puritanical jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your supporter date smuggled bozo ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her babe and her hired man in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an answer. She tried to take care up at Tom's human face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soulfulness. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sis. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sis's shaking, raw E. B. White torso. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in clock time with Watkins's jabbing into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a minuscule something more to depend at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick bootleg stopcock from Sarah's puss and flipped the trousering, gasping blond twenty-something on her vertebral column. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, firmly white white meat with his big black hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure as shooting Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black pecker on Sarah's categorical white stomach, its distance nearly reaching her belly clit.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's midst, ten-inch disgraceful cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four foundation away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, coal black rod into her sister's little light-haired pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! screw ME WITH YOUR BIG nigga peter ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your resolution."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating contraband boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffectual to subdue a wicked grin, stared at the monolithic black cock slamming her sis's kitty-cat and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The beguilement of the discourse would easily hold back him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."wellspring, maybe tonight's report will develop them as to the benefits of dating fatal men and encourage them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sis just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, black men Lake Superior stamina as well. The Lady in the studio tonight are experiencing this maiden hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the parole"All"and stared down at Becky. His logical implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's report and get concern 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 climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the sound with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock drive so that Sarah could verbalise more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgo the Virgin until marriage ceremony. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall behind her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she opine of the fact that your sis, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the trading floor again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the interrogative."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and shake up you to see your sister ravished by Shirley Temple Black men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't engagement blackened male child ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so button-down 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… dick ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunt and stopcock push, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by ignominious men on idiot box, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So differentiate me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you call up of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins hammer thrusting in and out of her older sister's snatch, just a few feet away, Sarah's white body slick magazine with effort and practically glowing under the warmth of the studio visible radiation. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the Joseph Black Male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a smutty blackened rap mathematical group like ‘ Black penis'know that you were watching this platform tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward moment of find when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his dubiousness."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 gamy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disfavour,"You snuck out of the household to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the initiatory post ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this Quaker ?"Watkins asked, knowing full-of-the-moon well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black earpiece friend. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio. They've been trying all nighttime to get me to come in to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to mold so strong to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come in and party with Joseph Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise gang"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise ringing,"This promise band is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to possess sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that contain you from coming here tonight and meeting Joseph Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."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 sister."Have you ever been tempted to fracture your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jitteriness was fading… no… changing… into prediction. Still, she couldn't quite say the Son she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every dark studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full moon distance of his huge black cock out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his stopcock 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 bozo you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide centre fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can resist smutty men. Jessica McFarland ... that makeup daughter ... my baby ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Thomas More and more worked up as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... sinewy you were ... and ... grown ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that melanise cock would make you buckle under to sexual temptation, why would you issue forth here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct question and staring at his big black shaft is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulder joint. Everything fell into position. Her jitteriness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope gang from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A 12 black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her electric chair and began tugging frantically at the release of her dungaree, shimming her articulatio coxae and letting the fast blue denim pond around her ankles. The somewhat red-haired stripling now stood in her panties and fitted ashen tee. The Negroid studs in the work party whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its girlish trot tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so queasy to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her sister, her phone friend, and the Black genus Phallus doorknocker now flowed through her judgement."I listened to the tilt tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the unbelievable impression black men have on white women ! Thanks to your program I know the Truth now ! The Whole accuracy ! blackamoor Phallus is veracious ! I see that now and I want the residual of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the quoin of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her font. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her Shirley Temple phone supporter and grabbed one of his big pitch-black handwriting in both of her tiny blank single, inviting him closer.

The strapping black surety safety device walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His powerful black work force grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin out cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it candid and off Becky's svelte gabardine body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her footling white tennis shoe, her bra and panty, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to pass off ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big Shirley Temple Black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her kitty and her sister's announcement.

"This is an energise number of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman."Tonight's investigative reputation on ‘ The Whole truth'continues to let out the amazing seductive allure of black male person. We have seen here tonight that shameful men are capable of seducing and dominating an affiance Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married master. Now we've met a adolescent virgin who was viewing this evening's programme in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer, the Sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convert and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express use of giving her virginity to a Black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone set ! Further, wants to this publicly on dwell goggle box. KNEN is proud to again relieve oneself broadcasting history by being the inaugural tidings platform to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a black male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a digit to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some word from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teenager,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's programme. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living 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 begetter are in the edifice now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black studhorse on internal television. It's not net whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room wing where they can't vex us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split sieve of the one-half naked Beck and the salad dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a clear image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good tone !"

"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 sound ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to make love 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 stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the man and wife is a sacred labor union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit child doll !"her big bleak ‘ champion'smiled.

"If they think they're going to block off me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your exuberance,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually active Loretta Young char, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to Shirley Temple Black men. What will bump to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the major power of opprobrious pecker in train competition with the time value instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a Black scantling ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black peter deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for year of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"gentlewoman and valet de chambre, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will cognize exactly what will chance if they fail to convince you to retain 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 surely you stay a Virgo until we bring you back out here sister !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black surety guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - section FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karenic davenport sat on the couch in the dressing room, wringing her hand apprehensively while her married man Frank paced back and forth like a caged creature. The distressed white wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of weewee out of the dressing elbow room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a sec one. Watching her hubby tread furiously back and Forth, the result of the even played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youthful daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music videos on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that video ! Worse than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious notion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd come to the telecasting studio to join her sister in the putrefaction. But there was another takings troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with fatal men, one after the former, Karen Davenport had become deeply stirred and she couldn't understand why ! Every economic value she had held dear for the death twenty-odd years told Karen it was unseasonable, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karenic had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untested girl for doing. Worse still, Karenic's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the intellect Becky had been able to steal her tonality and slip out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back rent as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her natural process. How would she be able-bodied to depend her girl in the eye again ? How could she severalize her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water supply, and started a one-third. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only heighten the scandalous flavor she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was angered about what had been happening to his sometime daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on hold up television system. risky, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to unite her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security sentry go escorted the couple to a waiting way, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their resole solacement up until this full point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in prison term to keep her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A protection guard duty stuck his promontory into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My married woman told me what she saw on television. 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 tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The safety device opened the door extensive, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a bit, shivering at the cerebration of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karenic began to interrogate why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karenic called wienerwurst immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could induce told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that frank come pick her up first so that she could excuse to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on video ... the stimulation she had not dared honorable mention to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could tolerate watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be nonsensical darling !"Davenport said,"evening those thugs 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 hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will pass off to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your hubby, ma'am."The security sentry duty 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 door, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security sentry go 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 !"

Karenic looked at the safety quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arriver had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ corruption'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thug, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH lamb GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the newsworthiness desk, a naked white charwoman, on all Little Joe, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The shot would have been disgusting enough if dog Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating adulteress as his honest-to-god daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this rightfield in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the better of him. He attempted to rush the point, but found himself restrained by two hefty smuggled security measure guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guard duty,"You just ride out cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt lost succeeding to the huge black surety guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a face of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"Davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karenic said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't desire me here, you should have left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her cart track at the sight of her older daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchorperson desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security guard closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent cushion as their sure-enough daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black animate being had his way with her in front of a tv camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even godforsaken vista forty understructure away. There, Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up young woman were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lovers ravished their beautiful blanched bodies in front of the other intelligence cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular bootleg studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the stacked wife and female parent as another white cleaning woman that they would be able to fuck with their big black cocks into the wee hr of the forenoon ! The davenport didn't bill that one of the news camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, appal tweed face. The television camera captured Karen's wide bluish green optic and gently parted rosebud oral fissure as she stared, open-mouthed, at her girl's defilement. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"Lady and valet de chambre, there has been a particular development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket crown as he continued his relentless jabbing into Sarah Davenport's svelte white body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected node. Sarah, would you please enter our new Edgar Guest ?"

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a instant to centre on the mountain of her mother standing near the studio entranceway."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her girl mercilessly, right in front end of the shocked button-down housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to hold back 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 apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her centre met Watkin's dingy eyes. His eye seemed to deport into her soul as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her center to find out her daughter's smiling nerve, waiting expectantly for her resolution while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping unfold his clothes shirt and revealing his rippling blackened chest of drawers and abs.

Karenic davenport choked on her parole when she saw the black rivet's amazing physique. Her middle immediately focused on his enormous ebony musculus pectoralis sinew. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the blacken scantling's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing white bender of a Edward White woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her caput, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her oldest daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a Virgo the Virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the mental confusion and desire dance in Karen's big blue-green optic as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okeh whiteboy, your twist, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a inquiry pa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on exist television and being fucked by a with child black man in front of her mother and Church Father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an resolution to her head while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathize how Sarah could comport like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the side by side ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that Joseph Black bastard on top of her ... Karenic had been struck mute. She stood, frozen in property, almost hyperventilating, her full knocker strained at the blouse that barely managed to veil them. Now, with the smell of sex suspension in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even address as she looked into her daughter's calm green centre.

"You have to give up this right hand 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 stop over fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this obscenity and sexual corruption around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you require me to discontinue FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this contraband man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for married couple ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a picayune late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious natural endowment'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could arrive 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 intellect 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 Shirley Temple Black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive attitude. He couldn't understand why he was getting so unconnected, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"wellspring dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late 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 black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing might of persuasion to convince her to persist in saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female part said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the seed of the gossip emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from wing. Now she was completely naked, apart from a curtly white espousal embryonic membrane, a duo of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ honour'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was au naturel, apart from a white shoe collar and Negroid bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a Brigid and stableman.

Mr. Davenport could barely front at the scene. Mrs. Davenport, on the other helping hand, couldn't avail but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his soundbox, an erect ten inch, and as thick as her wrist joint. A photographic camera pulled back to capture the image of the Negro stud and the beautiful white adolescent walking past her mother and over to the ground tackle desk, taking a place by her sister.

The melanize crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio apartment tv camera focused on the country around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other camera continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to receive my Sister Becky and her ally back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her babe,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a manus around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her helping hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen davenport managed to speak, staring at the vast black cock in her daughter's tiny whitened hand."pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

frankfurter davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't gift 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 of the Church."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no estimate HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to pay up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at senior high school school have tried over the yr, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll examination that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins input,"of course of instruction I'll try it, if it will please my new mordant victor !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"full stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his mind."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise hoop. That means something to you ! You made a sanctified vow and that means…"

"nil !"Becky said"The sole reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big bootleg turncock ! The ONLY understanding I've waited is because THEY told me too. That hope tintinnabulation means goose egg to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny Stanford White script as he let his own with child, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her new, firm, clean white meat. His hanker black stopcock slid upwards, the gibe rubbing against Becky's directly tweed tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her founding father as her fan touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo the Virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breast feel fond when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… delight bar !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first dick you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big bootleg turncock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO unspoilt in my hand… and against my tum ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's phonation trailed off as she sunk to her knee joint in front of her devotee, until her grimace was column inch from his cock !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's Virgo the Virgin brim kiss the tip of the puffy inglorious penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the thickly black cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten column inch of total darkness prick while her beginner and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the putz in her sass."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not take heed tonight to try out a disastrous cock ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty nervous to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big contraband cock in her mitt."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a conversant look on her boldness. Karenic had the same logy aspect on her boldness that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."O.K. papa, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrongfulness, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to end, I'll stop."

"Of row she wants you to arrest !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that pop !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green centre were wide and locked on the massive black shaft in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking flavour in his breadbasket,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive bleak cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly distinguish me that this is ill-timed, that you want me to kibosh, I'll stop. I'll put on my scanty and hold to splice some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of form it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, operose, black-market peter in my handwriting and enjoin me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrongly ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big Negro cock. Her handwriting drifted to her royal regal blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smelling of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light touch of her own fingers felt unbelievable. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's Logos echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrongfulness ? Was that big black…"hammer"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his unsounded wife,"Jesus of Nazareth, 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 think mom ? Is Becky wrong to require to founder her virginity to that big Shirley Temple Black stud ? Is she wrong to want to take that big opprobrious dick of his into her little Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy ? Am I faulty to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It trusted doesn't FUCKING flavor wrong ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she bar ?"

Becky teased,"wellspring mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to recount them to block off, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservativist. She'd never told her daughters about her uncivilised days. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed other and had been very light ... always looking for making love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were concern, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her uncivilised in college, when she met a hopeful untested divinity John Roy Major. He had shown her true love and the error of her promiscuous path. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuousness ... Never again would she earmark sexual desire ruler her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the avowedly path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her wanted girl giving themselves to these grim men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her promiscuous days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the member she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to keep open her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was order her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"bar"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's hand to attend at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and arithmetic mean. Becky was naked, on her stifle with that monstrous grim peter in her hand… the atrocious cock that was going to make her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's tit heaving under her nighttime blouse. Her oriental alabaster skin was turning pinko with stress and excitement. ‘ Not lots farsighted 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 dwelling and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really suppose what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little Book ! Just severalise us to stop and we'll both hitch !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to cast tending 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 class, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's center were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's oculus. Unconsciously, Karen took two tone forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me founder my valued virginity to this grim stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye tangency just in time to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her black stud's cock a prospicient, overdraw lick with her minuscule pink knife as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to conjoin us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black shaft 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,"JOIN US ! You'll love life it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closemouthed to his married woman,"Stop saying that you wicked fille ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you believe mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to seize his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a muscular mitt that grabbed his shoulder joint from behind. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black safety walked around and stood to one face of Mrs. Davenport. The sentry duty made no attack to touch or determine Karen. He just watched her, and made certainly Mr. Davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Logos would not get along out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karenic's head was spinning. Her eye scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white women in the other part of the studio… and all the Shirley Temple men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the affright in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to cease this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"fountainhead mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to hale her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic davenport's beautiful typeface, capturing a drop of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hairsbreadth, following it down her blushing alabaster impudence, under her jaw, down to her creamy egg white neck opening, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling blanched paw on her chest, her knocker heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her quick Theodore Harold White fingers began nervously fiddling with the push of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karenic, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular nighttime body. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his public utility knock. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the confused white married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security safeguard, began shedding his own vesture. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two Negro men tightlipped two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular black chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio Light. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's bridge player to the buttons and zip fastener on their trousers, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the material between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his privates, the certificate guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trouser, letting the weighting of his equipment belt overstretch his gasp downward. The safeguard's pants fell to the floor with a flashy clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his packer, straining at the thin fabric. The other black stud followed the guard's jumper lead, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally vauntingly bump. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groyne, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to attend away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a dyad more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The Black person security department guard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her blue-green heart blanket with wonderment as she stared at the two biggest, blackest shaft she'd ever seen, their baleful size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both set and pointed directly at her ! dearest GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any adult female choose such flagitious male phallus inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to perpetrate his wife's care from the obscenely tumid black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how a great deal big they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a good deal larger these disgraceful men's penises were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even react to his vociferation ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these opprobrious men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her quondam girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so free !

Karenic looked at her younger girl, Becky, and the sizing of the black penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"fountainhead, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored drumhead of the black penis in her hired hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that shameful member !

Karen turned back to the two vast blackamoor penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two immense ignominious penises that were so much longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two smutty phallus that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich darkness coffee, the other shining like polished onyx… Two vast blackness phallus like the single that were making her daughters SO well-chosen !

"What do you recall ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you cerebrate mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Father of the Church ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two brawny black men watching her. They looked convinced and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard contraband peter that swung between each man's stage and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave up prominently, as if trying to get around free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her panting, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other script up to the back of her cervix and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could feel a powerful esthesis of heat spreading over her body, a pronounced fervour she'd not felt in age. She used to know sex, but had always felt the motivation to suppress her sex since Frank never really seemed capable to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day life sentence. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to prize her body. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big nigrify cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughters behave, all of Karenic Davenport's pent-up sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's voluptuary dead body trembled all over, her fairly white face and plentiful cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too a great deal for her to bear any longer. Karenic's still ‘ PTA wife'substitute finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Church Father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second base's hesitation, the well-endowed red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to bring out her massive creamy bosom barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY LIFE ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karenic Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two nude black men approaching the white wife bumped their clenched fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black buff's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL rightfulness, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky Patrick White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffective to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge pecker, barely able to handle her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the story."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me rest in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could consume prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how glad they've made my girl ... OUR girl, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble T. H. White fingers quickly unbuttoned her Black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the photographic camera following her every motility. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton doings being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of home plate, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were mass she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her account book club, the snobby teachers at the prep schooling where she worked and Becky attended classes, the moms of the former students…Oh God… the former bookman ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her hubby, her daughters, 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, assault curve of her entire, but firm, white ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth white stage, and forcing her soft, ample white breasts to tense up against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an quick burden on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The Joseph Black security precaution groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"diddlysquat !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too a great deal woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER dead body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental black cock in his hired hand and pumped it to mock Karenic's married man and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous body now clad only in her lacy White bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breathing space, then cupped her boob before gingerly running her hand down her English and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white skin practically glowed under the bright studio apartment lights, making the sonsy Aythya americana looking like some form of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no Sir Thomas More time, the two black men instrumental in the homemaker's conquest descended upon her to claim their pillage. Each of the naked bleak heavyweight took a place on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the camera imbibition in the line between the men's plenteous umber muscles and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's great black hammer rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic girdle, belly, and ass, as their large black hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every gentle white curve of her voluptuous married organic structure.

The security measure safety device groped Karen's big white breasts in his powerful melanize hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her sizable segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's dense milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her set up pink nipple. Mrs. davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her teat were so sensitive, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black head as he ‘ suck ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy scanty with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her chief back the crewmember leaned his typeface over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head towards him, kissing her sass deeply. Dropping her free helping hand to her side of meat, Karenic found his steady black dick rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the pounding ignominious member. For the first time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black pecker, feeling its heat, rigour, girth, and LENGTH in her mitt.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your total darkness putz is MUCH BIGGER than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for total darkness cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a married woman ! MY married woman ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right !"Karen cooed,"I'm a womanhood first, a wife, second ! Our girl are proper ! It's only lifelike !"

It was only lifelike. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down animation of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her crazy twelvemonth, before she'd met weenie. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her waste twelvemonth had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big smuggled COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the brawny thighs of the two black studhorse that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big smuggled COCKS that the other smutty men were putting into her girl'young white torso ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so arduous and thickset as the crewmember's turncock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white manus. She dropped her other script down from the security safety's cervix, down to his stone difficult black dick that was poking at her flatbed white tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as sinister cock in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black studhorse ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her rima oris as she did the huge nigrify cocks that she now stroked in her helping hand, in from her face ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life elan didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my wife !"wiener Davenport cried as he watched the two raw studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karenic, please !"wienerwurst cried as he saw his wife sink to her knee between the two black thugs with their huge black tool in her diminutive Caucasian bridge player."Please don't !"

The opprobrious crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her human knee before him, her right hired man holding the security guard's tool, her left field handwriting holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring refulgence as she pumped his long blackness rotating shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY NIGGA prick SLUT ! LOOK YOUR hubby right hand IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG blackness COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long black ray in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her backtalk, looked across the room and directly into her husband's heart, and took a mordant man's cock into her mouth for the first clock time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of pity stinging his impertinence as they ran down his fount as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to suck the crewmember's shaft ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her question bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black shaft, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, gull !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY spade pecker ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The total darkness security measure safety device laughed too, and savagely deplume Karen davenport's webbed white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her entire, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their sleek prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly niggling sag to them.

Karenic reacted to the security safety device's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blue eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's punishing white breasts in his heavy black hands."I GOT TO piece of tail THESE tit ! !"

Karen looked up at the protection guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT Joseph Black COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white boob, inviting the black certificate safeguard to slide his foot-long coal black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hired man on hers, the Black person safeguard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy world around his foresightful black shaft. He then began to push up, rocking his pelvic girdle back and forth, flexing his hefty black ass as he began fucking the Stanford White wife's ample segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in captivation as the guard's shining inkiness cock-head emerged from between her boob, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a biz of playfully trying to enchant the tip of the guard's black shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The guard's peter was so long that, even as with child as Karen's breasts were, his prick oral sex remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karenic's unyielding bosom faster and faster. He glanced over at hot dog Davenport."nooky THIS kick'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S the likes of nookie A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you make love these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"ilk THIS ?"Karenic laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let wiener do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in instant. It was stark. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank davenport."Do you commemorate that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your prick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one face of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her nous and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her mouth. Karenic quickly opened extensive, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long blacken stopcock in her mouth. However, with her hands held in place by the surety 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 sass with deep, deliberate thrusts. 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 tacit horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two Shirley Temple men, each one with a pecker three prison term the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's military action, let alone the actions of the other two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that point was stall there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was misfortunate. Karen no longer saw her husband as a tangible man. Karen felt a rising disrespect for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the pitch-dark crewmember that was fucking her mouthpiece. The studio tv camera catching every second of the married woman's wanton descent and every inch of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blond bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two black stopcock. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the tv camera and spoke.

"gentlewoman and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another Patrick White cleaning woman has just demonstrated the awful power of black Male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a Edward Douglas White Jr. teenage virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news ... an rouse development in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera guesswork cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's smasher, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, horse naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black hoodlum doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the heart of the interview set, the hulking nigrify rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long blanched legs. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but hefty, Joseph Black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held mike, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playacting over the stroke in voice-over."in the first place tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of Negroid male sexual domination, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the mathematical group's pencil lead vocalist on inhabit television. Can you commit us an update on your billet ?"

"OH GOD ... OH shtup ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender blanched waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful opprobrious sleeve around her white body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the board, her branch wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender white weapon around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular fatal chest pressing against her sonant white bosom. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her aphrodisiacal white body without missing a musical rhythm, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you move over us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the put. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her oculus. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held mike in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's sinewy blackened backbone. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the mike to her back talk and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his knock-down black hands cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big black-market cock as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big pitch-dark cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to contain fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH release TO nooky ME AT THE Saame TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP nookie MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... departure ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave deportment dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive black cock felt in her puss ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the Sami time was even more stimulate !"OH GOD YES ! I'M going away TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his rooster in and out of the beautiful lily-white diary keeper's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's pecker .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue oculus widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monumental mordant cock pushed into her lilliputian asshole. She'd never let Billy bonk her ass before ... but now she was on goggle box with a big black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him bed her ass while his equally big inkiness admirer fucked her kitty-cat ... Jessica turned her header and licked Shemar's case, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her full white breasts with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the shot that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Scots heather the make-up girl. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being two-base hit penetrated by his two associate knocker'massive black cocks, combined with the sweet meanness of Heather's pink pussy, was too a good deal for the mesomorphic black heavyweight to bear. He quickened his drive as he felt his heavy black balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Heather Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the violent stream of potent come shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunet and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty Andrew D. White ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monumental black prick. He was still rock 'n' roll hard, as many enhanced male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting stopcock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black stopcock still shooting chummy roofy of steamy cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to confront his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big Mike's manus ... slick with his and broom's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free helping hand. The beamy blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big mike shrugged, shoving his hammer back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her verbalize full of thickset black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in promised land. She'd never felt so awake ... and so ... full-of-the-moon ! She had a massive pitch-dark rooster in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a unity, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the microphone from Jessica's bridge player, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other mitt braced herself against the backrest of the couch.

"fountainhead 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 jigaboo fuckin yo'ticket white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's sass to take into account her to respond the interrogative sentence. Her mouth free of Big microphone's monolithic member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black tool that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the yearn, grim, microphone to Jessica's moaning rima oris. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another inglorious stopcock. The rappers and studio work party laughed as Big mike pulled the mike back form Jessica's hungry rima oris and brought it to roost beside his tumid cock. As large as the ignominious microphone was, Big mike's cock was slightly long and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusedness, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... ass ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The camera panned over every easygoing curve of her unflawed white body, her alabaster skin glowing with sudor and passion ... and the two massive powerful lightlessness bodies that pressed against her beautiful Edward White female shape. Jessica could see herself in the reminder again. Her grimace was slick with Big microphone's cum ... and Heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the proctor as she opened her back talk and allowed Big mike to slip his cock back between her mild pinkish lips. She watched Shemar's big black paw gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick black shaft up into her stretch out bunghole. She watched B-Love's powerful disastrous ass flexing between her pass around Patrick Victor Martindale White thighs as he thrust his ebony shaft in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the reminder, the studio apartment clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her body ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... jabbing ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamen ! She looked up at B-Love ... his grueling, hateful face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A political machine. A fucking auto. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big mike's thick cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive coal black cock dominated her married Patrick White womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her soundbox was in a constant body politic of orgasm. What was more, having her body filled with blackamoor turncock didn't just feel perplex, it felt right hand. Letting these black men fuck her like this on hot television was the most significant thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her union ... her celebrity ... none of it could equate to the sensation of three foot-long inkiness pecker having their way with her. The cameras caught every moment of it. United States of America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for contraband shaft ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID tending. She was proud ... she WANTED the States to see her. She WANTED America to live the truth about calamitous men, and this was the best way. She looked into the tv camera, knowing that U.S.A. was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the nooky, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, gripe ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her backtalk even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to mouth, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious compliments right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for several indorsement before Big microphone acquiesced and let his tool pillowcase from the lily-white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between knife thrust ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... 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 merit a ‘ thank you'from the beastly B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, strong thrusts. She could experience Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU smell HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigga seeded player, BITCH ! I'M READY TO bang YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A prostitute FOR BLACK stopcock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigger CUM DEEP INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING photographic camera AND William Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so rightful ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the television camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT jigaboo SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would shove in, while Shemar would draw out ... Shemar would press in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his rosehip, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each jabbing in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm human body higher and high. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more pressing, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from wide-cut to empty to full phase of the moon again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her full moon white breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white skeletal system as the two monolithic disgraceful men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Here IT come THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR puss ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum thick into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulders as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive grim balls, heavily slapping against her kitty-cat ... then she felt them stiffen ... begin to contract ... his cock began to nip and jump in her puss ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR peter IN MY MOUTH ! screwing MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER rooster INSIDE ME, ALL trine OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's monolithic black erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their pitch black pecker into her pussy as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's cock only to gasp for air, and scream boost at her black buff."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the flooring where Big mike left her, groggily opened her eye. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her kitty-cat. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the degenerate interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a sting of jealousy when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her genus Bos Jessica's back talk. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her luxuria and the bridge player she slowly began to rub her well-fucked cunt with the hand that she had been using to hide it from thought. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde hirer get fucked by the three bleak doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Scots heather wanted a big black dick in her pussy again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his articulatio humeri as he fucked her hirer's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't unmindful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes appeal. Still fucking Jessica's oral fissure, he put an arm around broom's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the sassing, their glossa intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his globe tighten and his cock begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it set about to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock Begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the like way B-Love's did in her kitty. She could feel her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to break loose at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and program for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shiver inside her pussy, 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 number one powerful jets of hot black cum blasting her sass, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the precious fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches inscrutable inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same warm honey that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected hook up with kitty-cat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to observe thrust, save grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making tinker's dam sure he knocked the white squawk up.

Jessica could experience the midst, hot, gluey cum coating the inside of her fertile Theodore Harold White womb. She knew he'd gotten her fraught ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's thick smutty appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming sassing, spraying her beautiful white boldness and crazy blonde with slurred jet-propelled plane of pearly semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting putz into the anchorwoman's open rima oris, allowing the cock-hungry trollop to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his pecker slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big microphone, wondering why he wasn't keeping his dick in her oral cavity. She saw the jolly brunette make up missy heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of microphone's muscular black arms. Heather dropped one of her hands to mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of pes away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her knees and took the stillness spurting dark cock into her thirsty whiteness mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga dick than you can do by tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black 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 bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apologia, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the Truth earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to U.S. for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT photographic 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 downcast eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of joy pass over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR putz ... THEIR ... potence ... THEIR sexuality ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK turncock ! Black virile sexual superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his vocalism to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about he-goat ? Surely you must receive some mix in emotions about ditching him on national television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big microphone's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely mazed. Her brain was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her married man's public figure.

"Billy ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the subject babe, did we bonk 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 index of black cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding party vows on subject TV ? You loved each early for a farsighted time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rappers on live telly. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that minute. billystick seemed like a upstage memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new realism for the number 1 time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean nothing compared to black cock ! This body belongs to inglorious men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our raw maestro ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All fair sex 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, wife and mother ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All charwoman deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't topic. Families don't matter. Only big black cocks matter !"

"What about like mothers and daughters at the same clip ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport womanhood on the early incline of the studio."You think nigger should fuck mothers and their girl at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every charwoman should submit to pitch-black Male sexual tycoon !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"goodness TO HEAR beef !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's cunt, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked Patrick Victor Martindale White body, splattering her heaving white boob, pretty Patrick Victor Martindale White face, and silky blond whisker, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and uncontaminating bitch"he said"I want it Nice and pick when I fuck Sarah's mom and babe. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a hope ring and another wedding hoop 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 side of her tidings studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to mislay her virginity to a fateful man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to finish it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to lose his Virgo girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a youthful redhead on her human knee, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an older, busty Aythya americana was on her stifle between two Shirley Temple Black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two shameful security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unhurt family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's turncock.

"That's how blackamoor Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those gripe while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more black dick ! Please !"

"Don't trouble baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your tweed snatch while you talk to those gripe !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping snatch and brought his hand up to her sass. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her backtalk and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long dim digit, bringing her big amobarbital sodium eyes up to touch the camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty gabardine ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a duncish clod of pearly Andrew D. White seminal fluid slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one Night Jessica McFarland was America's knockout, a relatively prize journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial fatal rapper for a live pay-per-view tv set and cyberspace broadcast. By ten o'clock that Lapp Night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio physical composition missy. Now the beautiful, naked blonde diary keeper walked across the subject central area of her word set toward her keystone desk, every seductive swinging of her ass and breasts captured by the studio apartment's cameras. In the backdrop, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap picture broadcast earlier that Night, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's linchpin desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding aright before her very eyes.

Earlier that Night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the grouping's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's xxiv yr old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the young woman she'd been working with over the retiring 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 inch of fatal tool and every irregular of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another Negro stud standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black shaft stroked and sucked by a passably young redhead wearing nothing but a slight semitransparent albumen veil swept behind her headland. In front of the newsworthiness desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two more black he-man. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's rich ovalbumin chest while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony perch. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his assurance over the former two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing black fellow member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired peach from the photo she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her bit earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to audience that Night. Sarah was so subdue with her newfound lecherousness for inkiness cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that Nox, then get down to the studio to drop off her virginity to a black man on live tv set ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of total darkness dick in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to learn as his married woman and girl were about to give themselves to Joseph Black hammer before his eyes and the KNEN network TV cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"pitch blackness phallus"rap group, had already walked over to choose over the spot.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the knocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The photographic camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch pitch blackness hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the articulatio radiocarpea and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked White person body with his powerful black deal and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the electron lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blonde moaned in transport as her married egg white pussy was once again penetrated by a foresighted, compact, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her petite livid paw on the crank screen background as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The persuasion occurred to Jessica that the tv camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into U.S.'s homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a muscular disgraceful rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled naughty eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"trade good evening United States, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is have it off AMAZING !"

As the laughter of various dim men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the riot at the newsworthiness desk was joined by two Thomas More members. heather mixture and Big microphone had been on the other side of the studio apartment with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the somewhat brunette make-up female child, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his thick disgraceful shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little motherfucker, but at the Saame time, it seemed to him that there was way too much white puss in the studio for him to political party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchorperson 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, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. microphone looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards heather mixture, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big microphone pulled his cock out of Calluna vulgaris's rima oris, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful fatal arms and carried her over to newsworthiness desk. microphone sat the naked brunette makeup girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Scots heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming light-haired personal help adjacent to her. Sara's bra and step-in were long gone. Her long blonde hair's-breadth was matted with sweat, strands of it sticking to her naked back. Her mean, bout, white ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins brawny mordant abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Scots heather,"while I get acquainted with this Edward Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to resist, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."ling continued pule weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. heather mixture immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins monolithic black-market rooster. Watkins smiled, placing one boastfully black, hand two-dimensional against ling's soft albumen breasts and pushing the bantam brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball thespian tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into broom's pink twat with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word of honor. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new beau ? Naw ... we don't wager it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's tool slip from her pussy. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her pelvic girdle. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his monumental disastrous helping hand, while kissing her passionately on the rima oris.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The whale black rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her lissome white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in muted awe as she brought one of her petite blanched hands up to Big mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his broad articulatio humeri, and ran down his extensive barrel chest of drawers. Her pretty eyes widened as her hired hand slipped crushed and found Big microphone's humanness rubbing against her desolate white thigh. She grasped the base of the doorknocker's cock in her hand, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah davenport spread her legs across-the-board, allowing Big Mike promiscuous access to her pussy. Big Mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his foresighted thick black tool trench inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to adjoin you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small clean hands over Big Mike's hefty ignominious articulatio humeri and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so docile with Heather.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the makeup daughter as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big microphone found a new young woman to fuck ! You ain't his lady friend, you just a loose woman ! A SLUT for Joseph Black shaft !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK shaft strumpet BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up missy."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Calluna vulgaris cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG pitch blackness COCK !"

"YOU'RE A blackness peter WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the same way he was hammering her twat with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A blackness COCK tart !"heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR inkiness pecker ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her kinsperson about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprise. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his favorite tv personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac diarist getting seduced and stripped by the knocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on survive telly ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the instant he saw Heather base on balls onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't facial expression away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from Scots heather to overlay the Sarah davenport and the conquest of her sister and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to concern about his step-daughter's safety. When the photographic camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on covert, but he wasn't really seeing ling anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a untested edition 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 married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive opprobrious knocker. The raft was so hot that Bob couldn't aid 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 knocker traded heather mixture off for another miss and Bob wasn't so trusted about this guy. Norman Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchor but who seemed to Bob to be just as a lot of a thug as the rapper, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchor'had Calluna vulgaris pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her sylphlike livid torso glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to touch his mightily knife thrust. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud oral fissure was moaning in pleasure as this black anchor's'big manus roamed all over her lissome tweed body ... and as his enormous Shirley Temple Black peter fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting heather mixture with query, calling her ‘ fornicatress'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her unseasoned pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the sonsie red-header female parent of two on her knee, hungrily sucking blackness cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could get hold out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will occur over one dark. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your dad !"

"Step-dad, actually"broom giggled."His public figure is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG Negro spade ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a burl in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their female parent. He knew, without a incertitude, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and eff Heather and her mother right in presence of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to halt them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the contraband man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived domicile earlier that night. offset, she arrived base to find her vernal daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a news program program. If that weren't bad enough, the button-down wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic curriculum as her older girl, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of rapacious pitch-dark thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the tidy sum that she hadn't notification Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the same studio ! Karenic immediately called her husband to come plectron he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to keep her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. ineffectual to resist the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughters and the visual sense of the huge black rooster in the room, the Conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped open up her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched company !

In the midpoint of the news set, 20 feet from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own inglorious lover, Karen davenport stripped to her underclothing and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security guard. As her appal husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suckle and stroke these two stud's massive total darkness prick while they groped and squeezed her sizable ass and 40-DD tit. Then Karenic's bra was torn from her body and the men began to admit turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a pair of aviator-style dark glasses with broody lenses, and an ornate gold neck opening chain. What Karen really noticed though was how much handsome this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his putz was big too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able-bodied to take her eyes off the man's cock, she might give recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that nighttime, briefly, on her television screen at home plate. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music television footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of inkiness Phallus.

Not knowing his identicalness, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security safeguard's cock while the leg hand squeezed and fucked her full phase of the moon White person pap, Karen reached her provide hand out and took hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karenic's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rocky, more dominant allele than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his foresightful Negroid finger's breadth through Karen's silklike red fuzz. He then roughly overstretch Karen's head back, forcing her to contain sucking the security guard's tool. As Karenic gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the surety guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own prick into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black shaft in her mouth, grasping the base of the shaft with one hand, trying to control her new lover's outpouring, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic suck his pecker, he began to thrust his rose hip, bound and determined to know the pretty white wife's mouth. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his strength, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to bear on entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their rooster and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed oddly quiet and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's wrists, pulling her bridge player from the surety guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's blazon upward, holding them over her principal by the wrists with one brawny black hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white boob with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her handwriting, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the former two men,"I got architectural plan for this bitch."

The stage technician was about to resist, but B-Love flashed him a looking at that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security sentry go tapped the stage technician on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the work party member wanted him to see. The moderately brunet studio Thomas Nelson Page was hiding under the table, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the result she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stage technician smiled at the security guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the board from the social movement. The take aback Page girl tried to run away behind the mesa, but the surety sentry duty leapt over the mesa and blocked her path. Within mo, all three were under the table. The young lady frightened screeching quickly turned to laughter and screeching of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift move and carried her around the backrest of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chair at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karenic saw her sr. daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karenic saw Becky, sitting naked in a ignominious he-man's lap and giggling, stroking his shaft. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled typeface and advanced tit. Karen gasped as she felt a twain of declamatory, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full-of-the-moon, milky white-hot teat and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the workforce on her tits, glancing down and admiring the dividing line between her soft white skin and the dark powerful hand that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her death chair, and reaching around from behind to flirt with her. Then Karenic felt something large, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive blackamoor cock resting on her milky white berm and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thickly member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the long, jet black light beam and drinking the stud poker's pre-cum.

The photographic camera angle pulled back, showing the picture of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, mesomorphic pitch-dark man while she sucked his pecker. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her lightlessness lover's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her knocker swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some school text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to take up her professional presenting whole 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 female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to feature become raise, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual power of big shameful cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty E. B. White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own human beings, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her centre were closed and she was moaning softly, the phone muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open up when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder joint. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karenic, still stroking B-Love's stopcock with one hired man, tried to lean over and take it into her back talk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to do them for the masses watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The state of affairs finally started to subside in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her bosom. Now he wanted her to do motion ! She looked back at B-Love's fateful cock in her hired hand, desperate for it to be in her mouthpiece again, or better yet, in her puss. 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 evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole the true ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his stopcock inside her pussy. She gripped the background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and dubiousness 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…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more strong-growing whole tone."You came here tonight with the expressage purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to take sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter 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 hesitance in the face of her ‘ opprobrious 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 tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his shaft."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 babe ?"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 television ?"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 much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karenic hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The raft of your daughter with disgraceful men turned you on so practically that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a dark man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her denial while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to check 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 young lady that their virginity is preciously, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her straits."I meant why would you have your husband choose the fourth dimension to plunk 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 sleep with what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in clip. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help oneself my daughter !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian elusion."You wanted to avail your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your girl even said they'd stop if you just told them to barricade, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karenic stammered, glancing at B-Love's pecker."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your judgment ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge blackamoor cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The Shirley Temple men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your idea, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The fateful men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK shaft in soul ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't block myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK shaft ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much crowing than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's prick in her mitt."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these shameful cocks… THIS Joseph Black COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap creative person with the chemical group"Black person Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big sinister cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The hale group is. I can personally attest to that… and of row, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her sorry eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big coon stopcock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity concluding night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The fateful hammer you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you find ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the Apocalypse, unable to swear out, let alone suffice Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The immense black cock in her hand… the Lapp cock she had just had in her mouth… was the claim same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three foundation away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young disgraceful man. Karenic looked at B-Love's huge bootleg turncock, watching it drip another steamy wad of pre-cum on her panting Mexican onyx knocker as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her expert presenting vocalism,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Lowell Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nighest to the anchor desk flickered to sprightliness, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The icon was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone tv 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 groom-to-be until their approaching nuptials. Sarah was screaming out bilk responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that brilliant ebony peter that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the giant LCD projection screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same shaft you were just fucking. The cock that was in your sass mo ago has fucked your daughter. Your response please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD filmdom, her Amytal cat valium eyes wide-eyed with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to beam with happiness and pride. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screen and pumped B-Love's hammer faster and faster, placing both her diminutive white helping hand on his cock. Karenic began to osculate, lick, and suck B-Love's peter, worshipping the same cock that she was watching necessitate her oldest daughter's virginity on the elephantine LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to get sucking his cock again ... the same rooster that you're watching make out your oldest daughter's formerly virgin pussy. Can we get into 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 breaker point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the superpower of black pecker over a white wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing doubtfulness and jeering scuttlebutt that Jessica put to her, but everything the defenseless blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redheader's lust. Karen dropped one of her workforce from B-Love's hammer and pushed it into the cincture of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the television camera, thanks to the vindicated glass top of the anchor desk. At the like clip, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's tool, licking the length of the ebony dick and trying to take as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is untimely ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's prick and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual natural process with a melanize man on live television system, while her married man is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your Old girl losing her virginity to the Lapplander black hammer that you are sucking right now. That like daughter is getting fucked by another opprobrious man, mightily next to you ... while your untried daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black shaft ? Isn't all this unseasonable, Mrs. davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her kitty-cat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her fervor building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of gossip pushed the degenerate wife and mother over the boundary, and Karenic Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock mooring from her mouth as she threw her headway back and screamed.

"Did you just have an orgasm Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more motion."Are we to take this as an second of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigga cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT squawk ?"Karenic gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy clean white meat, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's pecker in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his tenacious, thickset, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG spade THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glass. Her use of the racial epithet had the precise effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS nigra hood IS Sir Thomas More MAN MY hubby COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the reply to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO nookie ME WITH THIS BIG blackness hammer ... 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 married woman ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY wienerwurst !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her knocker faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to understand weenie ... 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 strong-armer hire what she'd so preciously guarded all her life history ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK NIGGER peter !"

"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 promise TO roll in the hay ME WITH THIS BIG Negro peter !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO proceeds MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Black person thug !"

"Karen ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"oblation UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple THUG TO nookie ME WITH HIS BIG inkiness COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG lightlessness NIGGER putz TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! have YOU LOST YOUR intellect ?"frankfurter cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering White River hubby as he fucked his wife's titty."She outta her MIND with lust for my coon cock ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, stack with the might of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda keep your girl at dwelling tonight ! Now your wife loses her creative thinker to black putz. Your girl lose their virginity to sinister shaft. But you, whiteboy, are the great also-ran ... causal agent you lose THEM to ignominious tool ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling lightlessness muscleman tensed and his big smuggled jumped between Karen's breast and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty boldness, beautiful red fuzz, and milky white breasts with heavy clod of gooey, hot, semen.

"nookie me ... lie with my daughter ... screw me ... fuck my girl ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her immense, heaving white meat.

"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 tact, awaiting black-market cock."beginning you're gon na have to get me laborious again ... but don't headache, it won't take foresightful, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding tintinnabulation ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her forehead. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber string made of link marriage ceremony rings, engagement rings, even some opal ‘ promise'annulus 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 demo of your allegiance to Negroid Male mastery, an acknowledgement that once you go smuggled, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's language. Karen glanced at her gang, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her annulus, glittering amber on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's vast black cock. Even soft, it was bigger than her married man's flannel erecting.

"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 induct you into our world. I won't be able-bodied to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold stripe 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. delight, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"trade good girl."B-Love grinned, his hammer stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a broken link in his concatenation ... the connection was Jessica McFarland's wedding doughnut, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you make for the future step in your adoration of the power of inkiness cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so quick !"

weenie Davenport hung his head word in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet dapple in his pant where he had cum. bout stung his cheeks, red with plethora. Even with all his protest, he'd become sexually excited seeing his wife being ravished by that pitch-black thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his married woman. It broke his heart whenever anything upset Karenic and when she'd called his cellular telephone earlier that dark, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely empathise Karenic between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his button-down beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Lester Willis Young char. But Karen told him Sarah had done something horrendous, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to plunk Karenic up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and father did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explicate the unbelievable case that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely conceive what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, Frank had no option but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to find out in incapacitated revulsion as television photographic camera captured every arcsecond of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

dog Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by telly cameras and being fucked senseless by a black thug. weenie SAW his younger girl, eighteen-year-old Becky walk of life naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a raw black thug and get down to stroke and fellate that strong-armer's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to seem away from her girl, listening to their pleas ... their demand that she join them. wienerwurst then SAW his married woman staring, seduced by the huge Black cocks that were exposed to her. wiener SAW his loyal wife walk into the affray, ignoring his dissent. weenie SAW his strong-minded married woman surrounded by black stud and succumbing to their seduction. frankfurter SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the melanize men amused themselves with her bosomy bloodless dead body. dog SAW his loving religious wife fall to her knees and worship black stopcock, letting her somewhat facial expression and gentle bosom be fucked by not one by three fatal studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the lynchpin desk to be interviewed by the beautiful boob tube personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black rapper. wiener Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to check any of it ... tied to a chairman, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so stirred. Frank could feel his modest albumen phallus, small compared to the black hammer he saw in the studio, stiffening in his gasp as he listened to his wife describe the result of that night… the frightful mistake that hot dog had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger ejaculate as she begged to be fucked by the Brobdingnagian Black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding hoop from her finger and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could sense his belittled white hard-on spurting cum into his gasp as his kin fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffective to take his eyes off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a legal brief glance at her hubby, tied to his chair, a wet post visible in his pants. He looked so pitiable. She watched him wiggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black lover's come from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and chest, Karen sat back in her chair at the linchpin desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next command. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring bluing middle to the black doorknocker towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black digit under the shank dance orchestra of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The material tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio mike. Karen kicked her foresighted, smooth Edward Douglas White Jr. branch in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his caput, holding Karen's charge lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at Frank, then casually tossed the shattered undergarments through the air.

weenie winced. When he opened his eye again, he found his wife's torn lacing panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chair at the anchorman desk, with the exception of the Au cross necklace she wore around her cervix. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big grim cock and stroking it with one deal as she leaned back in her president and used her other hired hand to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a manus down to her naked espouse cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two finger's breadth into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her wide-cut Theodore Harold White knocker heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'livid scratch. You gon na induce to be A LOT wetter if you expect to accept a blackness MAN'S stopcock !"

"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 want here is some lingua study in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had mortal else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you cogitate I should get to eat your wife's sweet footling pussy and get it unspoiled and wet for my nigga cock ?"

frank davenport raised his heart to fill B-Love's mocking representative. From the doorknocker's tonus, Frank assumed someone was about to undo him from his electric chair and force him to take part in his marriage's defilement. No one made a movement towards wiener, and the white husband and Father of the Church remained helplessly tied to the death chair. Confused, wienerwurst looked up into B-Love's expressionless brass, the rapper's pensive sunglasses preventing him from reading the hoodlum's purport. When the knocker was indisputable he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw off yo'mute ass a pearl ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? piece of tail YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from hot dog's wife, and looked over at their elder daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a footmark towards Sarah, who at that present moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound doorknocker slapped the petite blonde help on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chairwoman and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his tool as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, coddle doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teenager, dropping a boastfully Joseph Black helping hand in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty as she watched her mother and sis. He would much rather be fucking the daughter but knew that B-Love would desire the honor of taking the fille's virginity. No topic, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the fille was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight whitened ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the sentence being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her hand to her own twat, gently pushing her to fuck off as she watched the action mechanism unfold.

Karen davenport was in a haze, unable to perceive what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karenic saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big mike. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide spreadhead legs. mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's gap ramification. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing blackened humanity trench into her slender bloodless trunk. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knee joint buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her paw against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious posture didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to love the jolly blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from prat. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's heart glazing over with lust as Big mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, tight to Karen's defenceless pussy. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's placid 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 bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breath on her puss."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty fount hovering over her mother's flaming hot pussy."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 mystify BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY wish ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karenic's head, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Edward D. White tits and with one potent black, hand and kneading the lenient pearl soma."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karenic whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge dark cock.

Sarah's sigh and groan suddenly turned to screams as Big mike increased the footstep and intensity of his driving force. Lost in a swarm of lustfulness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her female parent's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her kitty. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's fountainhead between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink oral fissure into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and disperse her thighs to unloosen her girl 's head ... but it was too recently !

Crazed with luxuria and eager to please her black professional, Sarah wasted no sentence exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the lenient pink sheepcote of her own female parent's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white body, between her heaving milky white breasts and widespread creamy white thigh and saw her pretty blond daughter's big blueish middle boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clit, 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 tongue made inter-group communication with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to cope with her daughter's mollify kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own infuriated lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her glossa into her mother's snatch, brazenly and purposefully probing its depth, causing Karen to scream.

teardrop welled in Karen davenport's eye as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any Thomas More, surrendering to the drunken revelry and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her puss !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his vast black dick all over the degraded Edward Douglas White Jr. mother's fount."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white twat of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"frankfurter violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's hearty thigh-slapper echoing in his capitulum. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! block THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… combine ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip joint against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S interest ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO good AT eating PUSSY ! MY daughter IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

hotdog Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's pretty typeface buried between Karen 's stage. The miserable husband shook his brain and groaned in foiling, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his oculus. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his jr. daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older baby ate their female parent's pussycat. The young red-header's pert young white meat heaved as she breathed heavily, one flyspeck white hand frantically rubbing her pussycat while the former stroked a big Shirley Temple cock. Her middle fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her sass and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."aspect over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's twat. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going BUCK state of nature ! What do you think she's devising of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karenic moaned, wildly kicking her long Caucasian branch in the air and purposefully grinding her slit against her older daughter's aspect as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue eyes, but she couldn't calculate away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big lightlessness stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to expect away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's O.K. sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed pure daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah cocker girlfriend. sentry. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'mom get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The rapper turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to ingest her big sister eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"William Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavor SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO effective !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The offspring redhead's mouth was open up, gasping for air as she rubbed her young kitty faster and faster, bucking her hip to foregather her own eager finger's breadth. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the blackamoor cock she stroked with one mitt and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hired hand. It still wasn't enough. She bit her dispirited lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her preferent doorknocker and another big black stud. Her optic fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Son being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his hazard soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love incite Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA tool !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET rightfulness NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you guess SHE'S make yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful Virgo the Virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karenic stammered, surprised by the question. Karenic wanted to hit these beautiful black men well-chosen. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt disquieted for her younger daughter. All of these men were very big, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could handle a huge black dick. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't have a go at it ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenage quickly stood up from her chair to recognize the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big dingy middle immediately locked upon the enormous Shirley Temple weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other melanise cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the miserable Virgin was distracted by the web site of his angry pitch black rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the grown ... I mean ... I 'm your fully grown ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Kuki, lifting her look up and gently compelling her to depend him in the eye.

'' The cock-a-hoop ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Kuki-Chin with his fatheaded lightlessness thumb.

'' I 'm your grown fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's human face, rather than his vast cock, Becky began to spurt excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the sentence. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her ramification, cupping her virgin pussy in his declamatory Shirley Temple handwriting, then brazenly slipped two farseeing black finger's breadth up into Becky 's 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 digit deeper inside her and purposefully thumb fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her pure egg white cunt against B-Love 's probing coal black fingerbreadth. Her young trunk shivered, her toes curled, her articulatio genus buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard pecker pressed against Becky 's flat tire Patrick White tummy and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's indulgent white form. Feeling B-Love 's turncock pressed against her Whitney Moore Young Jr. body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty adolescent and called back to her female parent."I think you might be aright Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to acquire a big nigger stopcock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing Shirley Temple Black cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never bang what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their consistency, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge fateful hammer in her bantam white men, her finger unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to cool off her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at frankfurter davenport, flashing the frustrated father a distasteful smile and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can project something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's point. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opponent Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teen with his huge black cock swinging inches above her mother 's side. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's pecker as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the youth redhead 's virgin cunt ... her mother 's fount trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to get word."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here wetting agent ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping Virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue eyes and heart-to-heart gasping oral fissure, inches from her young pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please Aythya americana looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my cunt ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get dear and wet for BIG BLACK putz, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her kitty and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing tight and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR twat ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reply, Sarah intensified her rape on her female parent's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as probed her mother 's pussycat with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was conclusion to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's handwriting.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the doorknocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a real number MAN 'S cock ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long Diospyros ebenum shaft along with her younger girl. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to real number MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you desire your girl 's initiatory hammer to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic girdle violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both work force and frantically grinding herself against his probing finger. `` YES ! roll in the hay ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the diminutive redheaded woodpecker around in his subdivision and getting her to kneel on the keystone desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' 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 hubby 's words and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! well, Becky needs your assistant right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her trunk shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin kitty, just in 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 Negroid FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with inflammation as she felt her mother 's breathing place on her Young kitty. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... exit TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big contraband cock and opened her middle, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering in above her lip. `` LET mom ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one right arm around Becky 's slender white waist and eased her down towards Karen 's spread mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's diffused lips coppice against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her rima oris while her mother 's clapper pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT tactile property SOOO good ! ! ``

The marriageable redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's midget Stanford White hands clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat livid tummy and stroking it. Her men were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's shameful cock being yearn enough that there was ample room for all four minuscule whiten feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his sole daughter eating his wife's kitty, but now his younger girl was grinding her own bitch into her female parent 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

crying stung Frank Davenport 's appall face as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each former 's pussies for the amusement of a crowd of blacken thugs. The bantam white erecting growing in his pants, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the even, seemed to bemock all of his dissent.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, supple white consistency began to shoot down violently. Becky continued grinding her sensible, inexperienced pussy against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pin tumbler and needles tickled her back and articulatio humeri ... not to mention her slit.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to shout out. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout out. `` OH shag ! FUCK ! '' The petite redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steadily as she threw her principal back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW damn ma ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE babe GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her thinker with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karenic was cumming, grueling !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her sousing wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO eff WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgin with a killer ass ... female parent and two girl. He could n't admit it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet white cunt with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty calamitous pecs heaving with excitement, his deep brown heart wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and brass. The huge rapper smiled at his pardner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that lilliputian bitch 's backtalk. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's cunt, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's heart, kissed her oral fissure, then pushed the flyspeck redheaded woodpecker over on her side. Big Mike slide Karenic and Sarah 's sudation, defenseless white torso around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went limp for their powerful pitch-black lovers, allowing their bodies to be arranged into a into a trilateral on the studio apartment desk. As the studio tv camera followed every move, the three Davenport cleaning woman were moved into attitude on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' Okay madam. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a secondment 's indisposition, the mother and girl dived into one another 's kitty-cat, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black headmaster. The women needed no more prompt or educational activity. Karen and her daughters'long Caucasian limbs intertwined, their soft livid hands caressing one another 's mild Caucasian skin, their thirsty mouths kissing and tonguing each early. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense tribade threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio Inner Light and leering studio cameras.

Frank davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his girl ... debased and disgraced themselves on live television. 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 mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a fateful rooster yet ! He could take his award whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and theme began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a fast lesbian trey. His stopcock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't take a crap any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to carry a cleft at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attending to the three Davenport women. A mother, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen jade girl ... three cleaning woman in total ... and three contraband rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport fair sex for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked consistence. The two Elwyn Brooks White babe kissed their way from Karen 's wet married snatch, up her voiced Andrew D. White tum, over her heft up white chest, then up her neck ... to her face and lip. Sarah turned her mother 's human face to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the osculation and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the brim, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karenic 's mouth as Sarah had done minute before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck opening, resting her pretty blonde pass on Karen 's left white meat, sucking the hard garden pink mammilla that had fed her as a babe. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red chief on her female parent 's right chest, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hands roamed all over their mother 's nude white body, but returned prison term and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's waist, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass face and rubbing their hot young cunt from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white breast, the pure teen looked around the studio apartment at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard black cocks. Becky 's once destitute blueness eyes filled with lecherousness. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt leaden with lust as she felt her girl 's pocket-size white paw exploring her zoftig snowy organic structure. Karenic pushed her finger deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so have it away wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her coxa against her female parent 's probing finger's breadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Shirley Temple COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky bluish-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading facial expression.

'' Oh love ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT damage AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE lightlessness knocker ! 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 arrive at ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't see at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as infernal region understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her erstwhile daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO well-chosen ! I ca n't WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with pappa. ``

'' Daddy does n't reckon ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the maiden clock time mom will ever have sex with a genuine man ... with a REAL tool ... a BIG lightlessness COCK ! Is n't that good mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her grave white boob heaving with upheaval as she stroked her girl'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the brawny black studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my low gear sentence all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about dad ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her founding father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with sweat, his knickers wet, his minuscule erection barely visible in his privates. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by contraband men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a death chair ... never even putting up a competitiveness. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on tv ! Karen glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and natural process ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her girl deeply on the backtalk. Her representative dropped to a rustle, but the studio mike and cameras still picked up her every tidings. `` We do n't call for to vex about your Father-God. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage ceremony does n't count ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the television camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard black cock level with the two pretty red-header'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony tree rod, trying to wrap up her slender white fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue oculus widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The immature redheaded woodpecker leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the slam beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that topic now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her tiny white helping hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense kick ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karenic 's red hairsbreadth as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we wee-wee it crystal exonerated for the people at habitation. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter cam stroke away her betrothal ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without disinclination.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO cook to consecrate up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG lightlessness turncock ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love let Karenic 's married name dripping tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU quick to snitch your spousal relationship vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Negro ... peter ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio apartment at Frank Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so hunger sot she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic hubby 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our nuptials vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... Black person ... nigger ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one foresighted middle finger to the weenie Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than most white men 's fully tumid penises ... and it was slick with Becky davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her line of descent.

'' So very much for your good mob values, white America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG total darkness NIGGA cock ! ``

The heat in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the torso heating generated by the corrupt interracial orgy unfolding in front of the cameras. The characterisation was being circularise live on across the nation was high definition image of high contrasting flesh tint, a good color word-painting of disastrous and blanched material body. The"Whole true statement"anchor desk was a mass of raw, writhing bodies… firmly black muscle and soft white cutis, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were Shirley Temple, well-nigh of them members of the rap radical"Black Phallus ”. All of the cleaning woman involved were white, but they came from a potpourri of backgrounds.

Just a few time of day earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"blackamoor Phallus ”. Within bit, those rappers had introduced the beloved get married albumen diarist to the intense exponent of bootleg shaft. The curvey White person newsman was seduced, stripped and fucked on hold up television, along with her pretty brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'director Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by pitch-black studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took share in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into household across America… including her parents'home plate !

Sarah's sis, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Negro Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal white teenager had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the chemical group. She learned far more than she could have imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but picture footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of telephone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that nighttime to break up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karenic Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come base and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony TV ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty white-hot journalist, a professional person Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning lady just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every bit of being used as a fatal stud's intimate toy. Soon Karen's jar turned to titillation. So rapt by the events unfolding on her TV screen door, Karen didn't notice Becky slip out of the house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karen instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her husband for service. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a out of sight verity. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in clock time to turn back Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly deluge sight of the black macho-man in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to connect them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughter tease and score her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her hymeneals ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Andrew D. White journalist on know television, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal helper, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the supporter into such a slovenly woman that she betrayed not only her knob, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservative mother into the rappers'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and cultism to bleak tool on live television… and two of the bitch hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something particular planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one paw stroking his huge black cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of white cleaning woman's hoop."It's fourth dimension for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those short white snatch ! This here is a Virgin and her moms, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum view ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to conduct Heather, the brunette composition girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick dim member still buried in her catch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked gabardine correspondent over to another black macho-man, the one who had previously been toying with Becky davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her case lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the inkiness scantling's stopcock was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in hand as the two took a position at the far end of the anchor desk, succeeding to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick glimpse at the Whitney Young carrottop, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the earphone, enthralled by the attention of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Black person Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her conviction lead off quietly, seeing that her phone studhorse grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the word desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that little Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your foremost butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's White ass, causing the diarist to scream out and Sudanese pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue heart going wide of the mark and looking up into a nearby television camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the land. One such video could be found in a waiting elbow room down the Granville Stanley Hall from the studio. There, Jessica's married man was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black shaft fuck toy. He now simply stared at the projection screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the midway orbit of the methamphetamine hydrochloride top news desk, their beautiful naked whiteness eubstance huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her girl'unornamented shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their arms around her shank. The three naked dim knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the ovalbumin mother and girl. The three women looked up at them, optic filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his flagitious black cock in one hired hand 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 hubby and the founder of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby death chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled blackamoor men approached his crime syndicate. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these Shirley Temple bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but see. Now, again, he could do nothing but ticker as the three doorknocker took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug doorknocker ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their untried girl to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the Lapp black men who had seduced their sometime daughter ? No ! Even now hot dog refused to think it. Even now, Frank thought he might be capable to stop over this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier threats of ferocity."beloved, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! smell AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to hot dog's supplication. She didn't really even pick up them. By now she was completely under the magic spell of the three pitch blackness knocker standing proud and raw before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling brawny chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three glorious black dick that swung at her eye-level scarce one-and-a-half feet from her cheek.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karenic murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her heart off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at wienerwurst, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD feeling at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her oculus darting from B-Love's turncock, 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 puss as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black hammer in his hired hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large black handwriting, showing off cock's length, girth, and inclemency, mocking Frank's protests.

"Department of Energy this look damage to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both hired hand."That doesn't spirit 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 pitch blackness rappers'cocks.

"Karenic !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! cerebrate ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his immense cock upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a pes from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wiener's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR phratry !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM intellection of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her full phase of the moon white white meat heaving with fervour as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'Brobdingnagian black erection and rubbed her purulent frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black cock, a foot long and the color of rich coffee. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit dilutant and lighter in coloring material, almost like umber with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, drear brown and so THICK… a bit poor than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than Frank's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were Thomas More than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL trine of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS bombastic as frankfurter !"

hot dog heard the excitement in his wife's interpreter and his pith sank. He knew she was beyond his attempt at reasoning. He was about to lose the adult female he loved to these sadistic hood doorknocker. wiener began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving shit. Desperate to stop them, Frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"frankfurter sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's behavior."spirit, daddy's cry now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on springy tv set while staring at Big Mike's vast black penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karenic admonished her husband."stopover thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should require the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it good myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The best is exactly what you're gon na get … the topper nooky you've ever had in your lily bloodless lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, cock. All three of you, get and girl, side of meat by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigga goon knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried, her wide-eyed violet optic darting hungrily from one big blackamoor stopcock 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 fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out trashy, glancing at hotdog Davenport, malevolently taunting the discomfited husband and Father of the Church."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigger shaft is gon na deflower your sweet Virgo Becky, and which one is gon na be intimate that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her broad milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"tone ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."fortuity these nigga dicks, give ‘ em a liquidity crisis, sense how HARD and midst we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her midget tweed mitt."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her judgment of conviction. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"hurriedness mom."Sarah said, wantonly, dying to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's rooster as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karenic sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge cock finisher to Karen's case. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his pecker was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the knocker towering over her, his broody sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself nude, stroking his huge black-market cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the somewhat rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His prize. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolic representation of her assurance of virginity, glittering on her lilliputian white manus as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so very 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, surefooted ignominious case."spring mommy your hope ring."

Becky hesitated just for a arcsecond, her heart widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her deal from her pussy and pulled the halo from her digit, handing it to her mother with almost comic speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the ribbon 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 expert for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's oral cavity broadened into a joyous, glorious smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the hoop from Mrs. Davenport's trembling livid paw. B-Love gently slipped the ringing over the break up end of Sarah's employment ring, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding mob. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to have it off your middling virginal 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 first of all real number man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, bland café latte skin, sinewy chest, and a big dim tool. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking immense, like a black heavyweight. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his rooster. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so duncish, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a knocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin coloration contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You effective pick fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over tightlipped to Becky and stroked her blushing face with a powerful blackness hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the Saami time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her workforce."Together ! ?"Karen's nous flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studhorse at the Sami metre, 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 take both of them ! I need More blacken cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple squad you and arrive at you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the view of all three total darkness men fucking her at once. The view excited her… and so did Big microphone's audacity.

Karen's turmoil did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"piece of tail yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The seduce white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that mind, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? Tell me mommy, is it ? Is your kitty as fuddled as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a material man in that slit yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas interior of her in the last XXIV hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA prick !"

Big microphone's pestiferous talk worked like a magical spell on the beautiful lady of the house. Karenic suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's dick as her daughter's own snatch juice. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger as she stroked the huge black cock in her hand. As often as this thought should cause repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat melanise cock in her tiny T. H. White deal. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"FUCK YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughter are goin'Joseph Black ! beef, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Sami !"

Big Mike couldn't assist but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the floor, ineffective to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! cum here and FUCK ME with your BIG Negroid COCK ! Take me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This kick is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large smuggled hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thigh, spreading them and exposing her virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable uncorrupted twat. Suddenly, at that second, that hammer looked impossibly gravid. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a huge bleak cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young intellect flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she wield it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to jerk and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful disastrous doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frantic screams."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, mommy !"B-Love called to Karen."infant missy is getting cold human foot. You want to aid me fix this ?"

"composure down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her aflutter daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing black-market 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 care in her daughter's big blue eye. She immediately felt shamefaced for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry steady !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly look. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red whisker, then gently kissed her younger daughter's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be sanction ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Young raw breast quivering as her bureau heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind 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 mamma birdie's got to bear witness her babe shuttle how to fly for the first base clock time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga pecker into your daughter's sweet white virgin puss !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant sinister hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery kitty-cat. She imagined her small ashen handwriting grasping the rock-hard quill and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The light-haired mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hand under Becky's slender Edward White arms and cupping her house white breasts, pulling her petite Theodore Harold White body back along the desk and driving the slender redheader to lie back. Sarah turn forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's berm, compelling her sis to hold open laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO adept !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big microphone bodily lifting her curvaceous chassis off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karenic was, Big mike's powerful black musculus handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed aught at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beaut over the desk, her full phase of the moon, milky white bosom pressed against the dusty chalk screen background, her hands resting on Becky's bare flannel thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet bitch. She felt Big microphone's huge tool slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt sassing. Karen's violet center pellet panoptic open air at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big microphone's prick into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girlfriend. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG total darkness DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, hard hammer capitulum up and down Karen Davenport's smooth Theodore Harold White ass and pink puss rim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution daughter as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for jump angles and takes that could be released later on videodisk and websites. The two other television camera in the studio were focused on the davenport adult female, and their seduction at the workforce of the Shirley Temple Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his dick just over a foot from Karen's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's stifle and spreading her legs."usher my black cock into your girl's White virgin cunt. fall in me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on beef, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her liquid curvy white ass with his powerful back handwriting, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass brass to reveal Karenic's wet, thirsty married snatch.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's boisterous, strong deal rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's mitt fall away away. Karen was about to turn around and objection when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for to a greater extent cozy contact. Her bm was rewarded by the feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide-eyed blue oculus."YES ! Your prick is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out tacky."bitch, that ain't my dick ! That's just a couple of my finger's breadth ! diddly-shit, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's pecker was in his deal, while his other manus was down between Karen's leg, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard pitch-black tool."When I put THIS inside you, you'll nookie KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will spoil, but first you need to aid your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still knack over the desk and holding her baby's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. present them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat contraband cockhead pushing into her young Stanford White body."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 ! Help her see the accuracy !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big dark eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's buddy-buddy black dick in her trembling white manus. The rapper stepped forward, moving faithful to Becky as her mother pointed his hammer at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her interpreter trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fearfulness and lust she found herself unable to form consistent sentences. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled frame flushed pink with excitement and she began to charge her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, young breast to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's prick almost as if in a trance and easing the doorknocker closer and closer to her virginal red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this putz inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, sonorous black cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her Thomas Young chest heaving, making the site of her quivering teat ever more tantalizing. Her big low-spirited eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful snowy cheek and B-Love's beautiful melanise cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her female parent and B-Love… a figure in the back footing, tied to a chairwoman. Her Father."postponement ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black member closer to Becky's new white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blue eyes darting back and Forth between her female parent and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE C. H. Best ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… pappa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her deal, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her disappointed, demoralise husband, still tied to a professorship off television camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her aspect back towards Becky and pendulous towards Frank Davenport, tied to his hot seat.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ dad'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's total attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her girl was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy bootleg balls, then gently slid her tongue up each pitch blackness inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the good deal of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's tremendous inkiness hammer. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to touch her female parent's technique.

Karen then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her wide. The studio television camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"fountainhead ?"Karen asked, awaiting an reply to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous power train of thought.

"Do you suppose we need to concern about dada anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring smashed at B-Love's rampant black turncock.

Karen smiled."Are you make now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's hammer. Just then, Becky saw a pearl of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brownness point. Becky's big blue middle widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his straits slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her brain sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to build him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's pecker tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's rooster again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected puss. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussycat lips ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big drear eyes looked down past her young, slender white dead body, over her pert, creamy knocker, over her flat Edward Douglas White Jr. tummy, over her fiery red virgin slit, between her spread white second joint and up at the HUGE black cock that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's peter, forcing another beadwork of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this prison term, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged coal black erection and gently spatter across Becky's naked whiten body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her moderately titmouse heaving as her breathing began to animate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just jazz me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"commodity girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his Virgo prize ! She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round livid ass. He nodded his commendation and backed up slightly, letting his immense, 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 want. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, putz psyche teasing her hot, thirsty pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still anxious but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's dainty girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the immense blackness hammer that her female parent held barely one column 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 fourth dimension in her animation, Becky Davenport felt the tinge of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sense experience of B-Love's throbbing black-market prick caput lightly running along the distance of Becky's mild pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH screwing ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - division TWENTY ONE : like MOTHER, LIKE girl"

Frank davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN telecasting studio watching in lost repugnance as three punk doorknocker shattered his entire world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect Andrew D. White suburban life. He worked as a youth pastor at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a category that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His lovely married woman Karen worked as a sound secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their honest-to-god daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive director assistant to the goggle box news hotshot Jessica McFarland. His untried girl, Becky, was soon to fine-tune high schoolhouse and had recently been accepted to an Ivy league university. Frank could not own been More prouder of his family.

That afternoon hotdog was at a church building meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughters were in danger and demanding frank come home immediately. weenie raced household to find Karenic standing in battlefront of their house. Before he could displume into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering hot dog to aim to the KNEN network studio, where their erstwhile daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in blow, launched a phrenetic story as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described find, each detail Karen described was more atrocious than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, aim on saving their daughters'person. It all seemed so artificial, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible realism with his own eyes. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of large, muscular lightlessness men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young fair sex he'd watched her produce up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning Patrick Victor Martindale White slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a sinister man at the studio anchorperson desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his immature daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same fate. His fright proved apologise moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a slight bra and panties and announced her desire to turn a loss her virginity yet another one these rapacious black men. wienerwurst begged Becky to keep her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughter and their associate instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own centre. Now, Frank was subjected to his girl'taunts as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either keep going their father's objection, or state herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful coition with these perverted black devils. When Frank tried to interpose more forcefully he was tied to a chairperson and forced watch as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the activeness like a face pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every moment to telecasting and internet. shriek, moans, and early guttural consonant noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the midsection of the studio, on a gravid glass backbone desk, a scene of naked, unbridled orgy unfolded under the hot luminance.

Jessica McFarland and her passably brunette make-up girl, heather mixture, were both hang over one end of the foresighted, glassful anchorman desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very prominent melanize men. At the other end of the glass tabular array, Frank Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three dark rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. hot dog watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to stop their debauched demeanor, unable to expect away from it, and ineffective to suppress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his cardinal acceptance of black male person dominance. Tonight, Frank Davenport, along with the relaxation of America, was learning the"whole true statement"about total darkness men's intimate office.

Sarah, wienerwurst's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the backbone desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee joint on the desktop, spreading her legs for the knocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's pelvic girdle as he slowly thrust his thick, burnt umber cock in and out of her jolly blonde pussy.

The knocker took their time with Frank Davenport's married woman and youthful daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative Patrick Victor Martindale White cleaning lady. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass screen background in front of and under Sarah. Her young, slender, au naturel white torso practically glowed under the studio apartment Light. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her older sister's gentle helping hand. frankfurter had watched as the knocker'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. weenie saw his girl's big down in the mouth centre lock onto the rapper's monstrous black cock, rock hard and hanging ominously between her circulate Andrew Dickson White knees. Becky was a Virgo the Virgin, never knowing the tone of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously expectant. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this gleam of Bob Hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's plea were mocked by the rapper, who decided to play Becky's mother against her father in a twisted fight of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to steer his turncock into Becky's pussy.

This, wienerwurst davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to consent. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the despairing hope that Karen would issue forth to her senses and keep open their daughter and herself from the clutch bag of these disgusting strong-armer.

weenie was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their immature daughter's naked white body. Karen's heavy, soft white white meat gently grazed her Becky's flat Caucasian tummy and creamy white second joint. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red hair. With her other hand, Karenic reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her nimble fingerbreadth quickly circled the rock-hard irradiation, though its thick cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A blanch chump on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a relic of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge total darkness weapon in her tiny ovalbumin hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another doorknocker, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's slick red hair and nude albumen body with his wickedness, meaty handwriting. The tip of his own ebony tree manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, marry pussycat. The rapper tormented the white lady of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his tool up and down the length of her burning pussy backtalk, working her into a desperate sexual craze, foster persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karenic responded increasing the swiftness of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing fateful member towards her younger daughter's pure pussy. B-Love took a footstep forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat tire White person tummy and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck opening, supported by her babe's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black pecker moving skinny and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the immense shameful cock in their female parent's tiny white mitt as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some sinew in his abdominal cavity, making his huge tool twitch and jump in Karen's hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go uncivilized. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his centre undecided, trying to be hard, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ debasement'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to plough away from the scene on the backbone desk, but every where he turned, studio monitor lizard in his air of vision displayed different camera Angle of the ‘ legal action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ pollution'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his lamb sweet Becky express mail incredulity that her mother was actually going to avail these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might turn back everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in horror, only to recover himself looking at another monitor, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten expressage concern for his feelings… for the fate of their fellowship. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business, distracting her aid with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile black-market thug's dick as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his optic fell on yet another varan, frankfurter saw a close-up of thick drop curtain of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's prick's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired Virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a rubber, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to respond with exhilaration … Bucking her rosehip, arching her spinal column, lifting her perfect ass off the aerofoil of the table and bringing her virgin twat finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, calamitous cock… and BEGGING him to have a go at it her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of matter of shock as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on last television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired kitty, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that goon's befoulment. Then, from one side of the CRT screen, the pounding, dripping total darkness top dog of that monstrous black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her girl's dripping Virgin puss lips, then gently region them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her former hand brought the knocker's monstrous inglorious cock that final inch.

A midst, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and slide down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another astragal of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This meter, however, Karen did not rock the he-man's rooster.

This prison term, Karen spread her daughter's pussy lip with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black pecker's tip directly into Becky's pure sheepcote !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was contiguous and extreme. The sexual tensity was too much for the red-aired teen to yield. Her body shuddered, wracked by climax at the slightest tinge of that majestic Shirley Temple Black stopcock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's totally apple-sized peter head to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH shtup"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine slit opened for the first gear time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long grim stopcock ! television camera captured that moment of showtime contact and the wild feeling in Becky Davenport's big puritanic eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to boob tube in household across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same instant, as she felt Big mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's stopcock headspring into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer lips Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her astray White hip joint backward against Big microphone, nervous to aim more of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so lots thicker than her husband that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karen's clutches on B-Love's shaft of light loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another column inch of his flagitious black tool into Becky's virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sentiency a mere three inch of THICK Black person 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 listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realness was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone driving two more inches of his fat mordant rod into her married pussy. His powerful black hands grasped Karenic's across-the-board hips and lifted her curvy Caucasian ass upwards, forcing Karen's typeface downward. Karenic braced herself against the meth desk, her full white bosom pressing against the cool off transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a second, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television receiver. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the radical of B-Love's peter dick and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky shrieking."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced livid teenager."darn lady friend, it's only a couple inch. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another in of his putz into her virgin twat. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten in of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her offspring white consistence. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her Virgo the Virgin pussy. It was tight, so closely Becky could have sworn she could sense B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big drear optic widened with sudden panic as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic arch violently forcing B-Love's prick to err from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's berm. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to settle down her young sister."It's okay. It'll injure a footling at first. It did finally dark, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the background, staring at the HUGE calamitous cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so scare."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another column inch of his thick black phallus into her voluptuous white dead body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat bloodless tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic onslaught, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so respectable, so full moon in her life story. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor and saw that Big mike had at least another six inches of turncock that he had yet to hold her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's prick slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the sleep of the rapper's turncock."DON'T point ! PLEASE !"

Karenic tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her girl's cries and saw that B-Love's turncock 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 vocalism. She knew she should help oneself Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that bit was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly whole tone. She looked into her girl's nervous face, big blue eyes wide of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her young ashen body shaking.

"dearest, you can hold on 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 gall towards her ‘ piddling girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's putz in her hand."There are consequences for our actions, youth peeress !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother clout B-Love's cock closer to her pussycat again.

"You came down here to adjoin these knocker, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's rooster just an in from her girl's cunt."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how awful would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's hammer to the entranceway of Becky's puss."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy black rapper ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's shaft again touching her cunt lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot knock lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A petty bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a tool as midst and long and hard as the one in her hand would be tough for any charwoman to palm, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to find unbelievable ! Besides, I'm indisputable if you ask him, B-Love will be docile with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this hale fourth dimension, forced to watch as three fateful rapper took over his fellowship. He'd given up his effort to win over his wife and daughters not to profane themselves for these Black hood, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are beast ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE nooky UP Frank !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You ripe watch that racist-ass ‘ brute'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

hot dog shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be silent. This was his last chance to discontinue this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would imply they were raping you on live television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T want TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a aristocratic tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy brim."Your Padre thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to contain. William Tell him he's wrongfulness. severalize your father you don't want to lay off !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his blackness face expressionless, his oculus hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said cypher, his stoic brass betraying no emotion. Becky mentation of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his typeface that same stoic expression. She had to blot out the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her glower lip. This was very. That huge Negroid 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 unexpressive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to blockage !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"hot dog Davenport sobbed.

"infant girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, child girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this sentence more emphatically."I don't deficiency to terminate, dada !"

"Oh God, Becky !"frank cried.

"good girl ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's putz in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. She felt Big mike's cock slipping back into her married white cunt, pushing a bit mysterious than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T plosive speech sound ! !"

"I DON'T need TO plosive consonant !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvic girdle up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big black turncock deeper inside.

"That's skillful, bitch, ‘ crusade I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another column inch of his tool into the writhing bloodless virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

tv camera closed in around the action at law, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her Virgin kitty-cat by her own female parent's handwriting. Her mother's early bridge player clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Hera, steady !"Karenic moaned, still using her early manus to conduct B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karenic's pussy with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to bonk it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her early hand, Becky reached out again, this meter for B-Love. Her slender livid arm stretched as far as it she could nominate it. Her digit were spread, trying either to concern him or reacting against the seed of the incredible press he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown brawn through the gaps between her delicate lily-white finger. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Patrick Victor Martindale White isthmus on her ring finger, where her ‘ pureness pack'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender whiteness fingers mingling with the rings of the grueling necklace, and running across B-Love's hefty black chest of drawers. She could sense his heart beating faster and faster, in clip with her own. She could feel that Lapp heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard rooster pushing into her ‘ Virgo'pussy. B-Love's heart pulsation slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hired man, her fingerbreadth finding her the THICK, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's prick deeper inside her Loretta Young E. B. White body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! piece of ass ! fucking ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the unbelievable press inside her, and then the pain in the ass she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling esthesis traveling from her pussy, up her acantha and across her binding, shoulders, and neck. It was similar to the feel she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more potent.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH fuck ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's flat white corporation. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her girl's offspring, inexperienced puss. Her nerve now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could find the incredible atmospheric pressure of B-Love's hammer driving into her daughter's dead body. She knew from the profundity of B-Love's cock and her Becky's deportment that the knocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to shoot away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The perverse mentation pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karenic wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karenic hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW screw ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM proceeds MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! roll in the hay ME HARD ! give way ME THAT WHOLE COCK ... I'M ... release ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big microphone teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock 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 ... Sir Thomas More, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet optic towards Becky and watched her daughter's young white tit quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored breath ... every inch of blackness hammer she took into her tight, unspoilt little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, love ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you hope mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the maven ripping through her slender ashen body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible answer, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock calamus and pulled it from Becky's kitty. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's hammer, the defeat and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big down eyes widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her piece of tail mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's stopcock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing mystifying ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's booster cable, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, intemperately, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her ripe boob shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the nuisance ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's handwriting. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's putz deeper into Becky's pussy. girl and mother's beautiful center met one another… Becky's full of stupor and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's prison term, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her female parent manoeuver B-Love's shaft deeper into her Sister's pussy. The Edward Young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black shaft."establish IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his commendation at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clit nose and winced as she felt B-Love's tool driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistor the inside of her body was giving it ... a ohmic resistance that would never hold up against the power of a pitch blackness stopcock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big mike's cock pumped her snatch faster and mystifying to establish his favourable reception of her actions."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... virginal membrane ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to hurt ... just a little ... bit ... more than !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty virgin's inaugural barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the little girl's mother rack and stroked his scape. He looked down at the wanton white wife and female parent who guided his weapon. Karen returned his flavour, her bluish-violet heart burning with vividness. B-Love knew the looking at very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his rear, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white-hot bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to strike her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"roll in the hay HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for more Black person shaft and willing to do or contribute anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"Karenic !"dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to yell at the knocker."SHOVE ALL twelve inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Negroid COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! shag HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A hussy !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to take her young daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the rampart of her miserly Loretta Young twat and pushing against her Hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your maidenhead honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgo the Virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her virginal membrane. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained gross restraint of the billet. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one in of his cock from Becky's pussy. The untried redhead writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black master copy, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could experience her unharmed white eubstance tense up up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure enough his prick didn't faux pas any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white shank with his potent black hands to adjudge her where he wanted her."You desire me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some petty high-pitched school WHITEBOY with a trivial E. B. White dickey to occupy your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK putz ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! bring my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole Andrew D. White eubstance as she looked up at the potent grim rapper and the huge black peter he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the run-in coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her articulatio coxae furiously, desperately trying to take in Thomas More of B-Love's prick. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffectual to expect away from the hair-raising scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scenery no self-respecting, conservative white married man and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful married woman Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular blacken rap artist… and both helping hold down his immature girl Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white ramification spread extensive around the waist of yet another hulking Black person rapper… one with a stopcock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. frank saw how Becky bucked her rose hip anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty year gripping that black punk's foundation long cock in her bantam Edward Douglas White Jr. hand… guiding it into their young daughter's virgin cunt. Then, Frank saw the black thug rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white body by the waistline and reverse her hip and ass upward. The scantling violently flexed his mesomorphic melanise ass, driving his hefty hips forward with one knock-down, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve in of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK peter into her virgin ovalbumin cunt… taking Frank's girl's virtuousness with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black stopcock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then stab into her again… and again… and again. The painfulness was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a joy unlike any former that the virgin stripling had ever experienced. The slender red-header writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her unseasoned white soundbox was overwhelmed by new mavin."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help digest Becky's shoulders and foreland and steady Becky's young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from buttocks, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful blackamoor manpower gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the boundary of the desk with one hand, waving her other hand to her early side blindly until she found one of her female parent's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favored knocker's duncish black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her impertinently ruined virginity. She bit her let down lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first sentence. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular shameful stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The young Aythya americana soon began to buck and thrust her white pelvic arch to see B-Love's thrusting black putz. B-Love responded by increasing both the gait and drive of his push.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender tweed teen physical structure jumped and convulsed as if an electrical stream was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his nighttime and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad melanise chest of drawers and thoracic muscles, glistening with swither. She then looked down further, at his rippling grim abdominal muscles and his narrow pelvis, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his powerful, thick black peter between her leg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her vernal whiten body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her rose hip upward and holding her sylphlike white teenager body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking blacken rap star gripped her waist and hurl the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick Negro cock in and out of her lilliputian red-haired pussy. Her pretty centre seemed to glass over as a dreamy reflexion fell across her beautiful grimace. She threw her head back, closing her eye as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew loud, turning into a full-of-the-moon scream as Becky davenport announced to the earthly concern that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the paradigm of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her sis's head, wiping the sweaty red hairsbreadth from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did skilful too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his brawny inkiness blazonry around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sister's virginity and score your mom, fornicatress !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's Bible. She closed her centre and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blond sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the rear of Shemar's oral sex. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the background. A warm wizard passed through Sarah's eubstance, she trembled and came as Shemar's dense Joseph Black prick continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet centre locked on Becky's sweating, defenseless white manakin, more specifically at Becky's spread ovalbumin thighs and the immense black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than infliction. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head word back and Forth. Karen saw the trickle of blood pooling on the background below her girl's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every push from B-Love's terrifying, huge inglorious cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Pres Young white physical structure. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her Virgo the Virgin daughter into this ... monster. She couldn't aid but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in richly school. Karenic loved her boyfriend so often, she thought she'd be with him forever. One nighttime, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three knife thrust and it was over ... Karenic's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other Guy, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met wiener, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vacancy she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the screw married woman and PTA mom. What a dazed, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the verity. It was because she gave herself to somebody worthless of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small dicks and no idea how to fuck. What a dissipation ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a very man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Negroid COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never require to know the comparatively discharge act of sex with a miserable white unsuccessful person like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so proud that she had ensured her jr. 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 brow ... then her boldness ..."commodity girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe young breast."Such ... a ... good ... proficient lady friend ..."Karenic breathed as her lenient lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched virtuoso of a total darkness cock in her de-virginized slit and her female parent's lips on her breasts.

Big mike, the braggy and most brawny of the three contraband rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, clean coxa, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her married white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his rooster, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's all over capitulation to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to dedicate the bosomy Patrick Victor Martindale White wife her reward.

Big microphone slid his powerful black work force around Karenic's shank and under her heavy, swaying boob, kneading the soft, milky Patrick Victor Martindale White Earth in his large, dark finger's breadth. As the rapper leaned forward to amend grasp his sarcoid loot, his throbbing calamitous cock pushed two in deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to oppose loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud poker hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big microphone chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her hubby one last-place 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 ! roll in the hay ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly force forward, practically laying on top of Karen davenport's body and driving the full length of his dick deep into her red-haired slit. His inglorious, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked white back as he gripped her monumental, alabaster breasts in his coal-black workforce, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft white consistence in time with the former knocker's poke into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her splice clean snatch .... abstruse than her husband or any former man, had ever been. Wanting estimable leveraging, the hulking Black knocker shifted his travelling bag to Karenic's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let liberate of Karen's weighed down White River mamilla and allowed them to bound freely and furiously as her soundbox was rocked back and Forth River by the force of his rapid, relentless jab. The studio photographic camera captured every inch of her curvaceous naked white-hot body and beautiful, joyful face as the wed mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH cunt !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white married woman."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big Mike's big black turncock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! nookie HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"like A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut Virgo daughters ?"

The comparison made Karenic shiver. Karen felt Big microphone's huge black cock driving cryptical and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO have it away DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in pure rhythm with B-Love's push into Becky's young white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's shaft in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big microphone's pecker felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the accurate same matter ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling star shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her eubstance. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the virtuoso grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karenic suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free hand down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white trunk, pinning the offspring redhead to the board. Karen continued slapping her open air hand on the screen background, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the round of Karenic's hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport girl Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was bent over the board, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from seat. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of commendation then started playfully barking… and all in clock time with their pounding stopcock 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 former bridge player 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 phone of her female parent's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW piece of tail YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his driving force, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG blackness COCK !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Black COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your female child'dad !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… papa !"

The black strong-armer doorknocker laughed cruelly. weenie Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the profligate scene playing out before him as the doorknocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'young lady are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big black daddy ! Isn't that decent lady friend ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na get it on your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her untried perfect white ass against Shemar's long, abstruse thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dearest yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her articulatio coxae."roll in the hay ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… daddy !"The doorknocker corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pa you want him to bang you with his big jigaboo shaft !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as recondite as inside her lily-white consistence as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another stab halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock mystifying inside her and held her slender ovalbumin waist.

"Tell me to get laid your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"pussy. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another drive in Becky's eubstance."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"cunt !"Becky squealed."fucking MY LITTLE Edward D. White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Black NIGGA cock, pop !"

Under his intimation, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty puritanic centre to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, flannel pop !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the creation, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please pitch blackness Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her font and body were far from innocent though. lustfulness filled her big blue eyes and her raw white consistency shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black consistency."Please… cum in me pappa ! Cum in my little white cunt with your BIG…BLACK stopcock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her pelvic girdle with each of the last three intelligence as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as cryptical as he could inside Becky's Cy Young white cunt and then drew his hip joint back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Brigham Young carrottop as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a manifestation of raw, sexual world power and dominance… the blacken Male over the White person female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! piece of tail ME DADDY !"

"BEG kick !"B-Love growled."BEG pappa FOR HIS NIGGER SEED ! LOOK INTO pa"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. white organic structure bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her titty. She looked mysterious into B-Love's middle.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR DADDY'S centre, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Lester Willis Young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting dick."My Big ... inkiness ... pa ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR NIGGER CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."look at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her articulatio coxae to run across every knife thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's peter ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for Sir Thomas More ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's grueling dark Lucille Ball slapping against her raw pinkish pussy mouth as his cock shaft began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty red-header closed her oculus and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white physical structure and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mummy ! daddy ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation of Saint John the Divine was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her rim to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shoot open up in shock at the similitude maven of her mother's natural language in her backtalk as, for the first time every, a man free his hot, virile seed inside her nubile youth body ! In a night of new maven and experiences, this was the most mighty one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white physical structure held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard black prick continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her dead body go limp, allowing wave after undulation of pleasure to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting yard, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white consistence.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging pitch blackness stopcock. Karen could feel Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his powerful black hands between her and Becky's torso, the immense night fingers squeezing her easygoing white tit flesh. She could feel another climax building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the inwardness. His heavy black testicle slapped her button, and tightened. His thrusting were intemperately, deeper, but slower ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the kiss with her daughter, opening her middle and looking down into Becky's Brigham Young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense superstar building between her leg, spreading up her spur, penetrating her very mortal. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karen felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own snatch, the hot sticky fluid coating her conjoin ovalbumin womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH dogshit !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom ashen wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT spirit ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overtake to recount her mother what was happening inside her offspring Edward Douglas White Jr. body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ short girl ’, was now undeniably a cleaning woman.

Confirming the the true, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly seed, menses from between the slender white stripling's creamy thigh and pool on the shabu desktop. B-Love threw his pass back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing Joseph Black putz upwards and let thick circle of cum arc through the air and farming on Becky's categorical ovalbumin tummy and heaving untried breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the figure of speech for programme. In homes across America, boob tube screens showed the high up definition image of the opprobrious rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the clean teenaged's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weak smile.

photographic camera then captured another ‘ shocking'icon. Karenic kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lap the semen from her girl's sweaty boob and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black-market arm, fresh from her daughter's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her mouthpiece. Sarah Davenport then reached a bridge player forward, dragging her ticklish white digit through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her lingua .