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

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The computer screen flickered to aliveness with the paradigm of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the lower left corner of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Joseph Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no euphony at first, just the occasional gutsiness of a lone guitar drawstring. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its cowling. Finally, the car's engine splattering and it pulls off to the side of the route. The tv camera angle cut to the interior of the car, showing a White person family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back seat, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 histrion. An aggressive rap meter can be faintly heard on the fille's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hoodlum. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the locomotive, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his mitt and prancing around the figurehead of the car. Again, the high school alumna rolls her center, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cellular phone phone. She picks up her electric cell phone and starts entering a earpiece number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the forepart seat, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's mitt taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE wrecker"on its screen. She looks at the girl, a bit alarm, and shakes her head. The girl tilts her head at and nods toward her Church Father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a dope, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the phone. Mom takes the headphone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The family now has all the car doors open, and are all diaphoresis. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white underframe. The wife sits beside him, various blouse button undone, and fans herself with a powder magazine. The hoodlum of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A declamatory pick-up truck with a windlass drives up beside the household and park in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"ovalbumin KUNTZ wrecking ”. The threshold opens and a prominent black mechanic gets out. The euphony for the video finally starts properly now, a enceinte belligerent rap beat, the same one barely heard on the girl's earbuds earlier in the aspect. The blackamoor mechanic is marvellous and very brawny, wearing some informal fitting jeans and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and grinning. girl slowly rolls off the car hoodlum as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the shop mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to try out the locomotive again, but the towering blackness mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in straw man of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her branch stretched over her brain, clutching the car's cap and showing off her lithe, scantily robe body. The macho-man smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner segmentation of her copious breasts and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a lot hide she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her shoulder joint at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to revoke the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midriff. The car-mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curvature of her tight little ass in her denim short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting back talk, and ice blue eyes. The he-man makes eye contact lens with the missy, making certainly she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the railway locomotive and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the reefer. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample segmentation enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's care, returns the dipstick to the locomotive, making sure to make a twain of extra suggestive jabbing as he drives it place. The mother pant. The girl giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the words are faintly heard. The auditory sensation quality on the picture is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful pitch blackness sleeve, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, hefty trunk, rippling with heftiness. Mom's big juicy eye widen. Daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his script, the machinist takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The automobile mechanic looks the engine over and shake off his foreland, then walks to the binding of his truck and begins to operate his bait and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His musculus flex, the sweat making his ignominious skin shine in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but come-on comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the crotchet. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one western fence lizard motion, he yanks the belt from his trouser and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband start in fear and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the photographic camera angle changes to show the black machinist in the foreground facing away from the television camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the grease monkey violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few in, just enough so that any viewer of the music video recording would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The photographic camera cuts to the wife and girl, eyes wide, claver dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's prick. The camera returns to the previous photographic camera angle within a second, and the car-mechanic is pulling up his gasp. The husband, still cowering from the whack's stochasticity, has missed all of this. The lyric poem continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ effort you been mistreated
YA'Call THE WRECKER"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the draw and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the intention of the medicine video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the forepart of the car from the route, then motions for the kinfolk to conjoin him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger room access for the family, helping the girl up into the motortruck first. She crawls over the workbench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her circle ass a piffling push up into the seat. Next, the hubby climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to guide caution of himself. The mechanic then walks around the strawman of his truck and climb up up into the device driver's seat, but as his massive black framing squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four masses will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old girl is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband question for the married woman to sit in his lap and pretend room for the daughter. The wife declines the fling, and before the married man can insist, it's too late. The girl hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad tit simple inch from the mechanic's panoptic grim human face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the machinist's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the Edward D. White teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and father facial expression ill as he watches his teenage daughter wriggle in the lightlessness grease monkey's lap. The mechanic moves his fountainhead left and right, trying to see around the girl's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulder joint from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad Shirley Temple shoulder joint. The shop mechanic glance downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample Elwyn Brooks White cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the truck, and the hubby glances into the hand truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The automobile mechanic sneers briefly, then looks at the whitened teen in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting side by side to him. A smile slowly spreads across his case. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brakes. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to maintain from slipping off his lap. The car-mechanic looks over at the hubby and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not decent way in the cab for him to push back safely. The husband hesitates for a bit, looking at his daughter, trying to pen herself as she sits in the blacken stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might befall if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding blackamoor stranger. The husband then looks at his married woman. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the hubby coup d'oeil again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his gaze. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the wife smiling at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breathing time and opens the truck room access, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench derriere, indicating the wife should scoot over and make way for their daughter to get out of the grease monkey's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's butt, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench seat. The mechanic begins to motor away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the boastfully rear window of the motortruck cab. A worried smell creeps across the husband's face as he sees that in bitchiness of the supernumerary room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the shop mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the hand truck is swerving all over the road, giving the hubby a very harsh ride in the towed sept car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's workbench buttocks is saying something to the automobile mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the machinist and her girl. The husband can see that his wife's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the mall of the judiciary and physically grasping his girl's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his spyglass falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the doomed spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his fount. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arm. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side 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, it seems as if the girl is trying to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to stay fresh her spinal column. The married man sees his wife looking at him from the hand truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signalize him, but their daughter take hold of her hands and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of sight. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange disgusting smile is on her human face. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to labor her mother closer to the mechanic. The husband picket, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the quarrel"I'm good-for-naught"just before their girl pushes her mind down, below the rear window.

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

The automobile mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to swerve violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's tush window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and waves at her Church Father. She then obtain her work force up, palms facing one another, about a base 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 nominal head of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The married man doesn't quite realize and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his married woman's head pop up from below the rear window of the truck. His pretty white wife is gasping and wiping her lip. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the black auto-mechanic. As the daughter does this, her male parent briefly glimpses her bare snowy ass and realizes that she has shed her boxers and panties ! The father watches, sass agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the device driver, facing him this meter, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to trend violently and the husband 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 confidential information !

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

Desperately, the married man blasts the car horn yet again, trying to resist what he is helpless to give up. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the truck. He shakes his headway at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick grim eyes full of shame ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad white meat. 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 hubby, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her tweed deal, tossing it too out the window ! The married man frantically, helplessly, blasts the car French horn again and again as he watches his married woman smiling at him one shoemaker's last time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving goodby, before reaching up to the roof of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the class car which drops to the main road at seventy miles an hour, with a forte crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safety stop as he watches the wrecker movement off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower recession of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black genus Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

Two high school elder turned away from the blind after watching it with such tight attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the estimator projection screen. She was the more unacquainted of the two girls. Like her good friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was marvellous, slender, with foresighted red hair, alluring green eyes, and a faint sparge of freckles across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the TV would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church coming together twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her Old sister Sarah had been raised with bourgeois christian values. They were not to arrange provocatively, use befoul language, enjoy ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these ruler with no problem. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild youngster'of the family. Her parents had abstruse care about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of son.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more peel than did most 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 spitefulness of the identification number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no little feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honor annulus, a symbolic representation of her promise to her kin that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as raving mad as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did take, secretly, was her tasting in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ subway system'rap group called"Black person Phallus ”. The songs were good, though jolly risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficultness. The few links that she found for"Black genus Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on smut web site for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's electronic computer prevented her from making any downloads from those emplacement. Black genus Phallus CD's seemed out of the question to observe in local music store, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the young woman at school were surprised that conservative Becky davenport had become a fan of Black penis. She explained that while the language were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the substantial rhythm and cadence made her deficiency to dance. What she didn't mention to her curious champion was that the birdsong were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon function that materialistic Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best coming. More and more, she wanted to get a line their euphony and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her booster Lauren came over to chit-chat, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their euphony TV that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their strain mashed up with clip from a porno picture show ?"

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

"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 ‘ shop mechanic'get up."

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

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

"wilderness huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it lay down you marvel if the hearsay are unfeigned ..."

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

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

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

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

"144 !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was lupus erythematosus 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 only video they have available for download. The internet 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 know 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 center widening, not fully believing what her friend was saying.

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

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

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

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

"Well…"Becky bit her lower lip."She doesn't really jazz I listen to that type of euphony. 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 tell her you want their John Hancock ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and touch them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustle."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP pass too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole accuracy'and sing about their euphony being so democratic in the lodge, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive consultation and show United States and the rest of the world what black Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their web site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a credit circuit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a television interview with a rap mathematical group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that blackness Phallus is planning to depict some of their former music TV and they'll be uncensored too ! Just recall, if you thought this"Wrecker"TV was explicit, just conceive of what the uncensored unity will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to suppose how much racier the Shirley Temple Phallus music video recording could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her thinker began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually denotative Black Phallus might stimulate their euphony videos. The mentation of seeing titillating view unfolding while their medicine played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her cheek turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another function, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's chronicle of bacchanal and sex parties that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio apartment, or on the celluloid set of their music video recording, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded social club. They were just silly storey, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my place that night, eternal sleep over and catch the audience on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP head ? What do you think ?"

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

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

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In the two long time since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of well-nigh recognized and respected Edward Young charwoman in American language goggle box news media. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable news net. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have got gone to somebody with Sir Thomas More experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her earnings affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer human body, flawless E. B. White complexion, dazzling smile, and big blue centre. Her beautiful nerve was framed by a fatheaded mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her vocalism was slightly high, but at the Sami time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'nerve, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her aphrodisiac outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her low gear coming into court on goggle box, Jessica McFarland was a household epithet. Before yearn, her picture graced the screen of scores of magazines, and she received many lucrative crack for clay sculpture and advertising work. While Jessica loved the tending, she was discomfited that it seemed to focus so a good deal on her appearance. Money and pic were positivist, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and represent down her vernal effigy, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her renowned form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing room decorator suits in sinister colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the culture medium, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty cheek who reported on twinkle, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in nastiness of the fact that her comportment had increased the electronic network's evaluation ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more than money, she could take the several model and advertising pass that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic unity that she desperately wanted to ramp up.

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

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a word program for their new entertainment-oriented newsworthiness network. In increase to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her administration. What's more, becoming the briny anchor of a appearance would give Jessica the opportunity to propose story thought, and to do in-depth audience with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an amusement news program syllabus, but nonentity at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that field because the completely network was dedicated to covering the amusement industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were uncounted. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her hubby, billy goat, for a easygoing job with their meshwork. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her stream employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the meshwork that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and early days markets. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined life-threatening flow social occasion reporting with an edgy vernal image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to patronize that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that blackened male person seemed to be the bulk of the chief administrator staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive meshwork. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had brisk fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea outflow pee in her fecundation room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her world popularity remained quite heights. The but matter that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, nightstick seemed less and less interested in making beloved to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy McFarland, too, always had a level-headed supplying of bottled water supply in his office, but unlike his wife, nightstick was not happy at KNEN. starting time he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his exercise was basically a pourboire to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to act upon with so many blacks ! truncheon had always thought of pitch blackness as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, billystick was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the work that he was ineffective to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

billystick wanted to quetch to his executive program, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. truncheon felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make affair uncollectible, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to cook her More and more sexually belligerent. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and baton's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able to make dear to his young, aphrodisiac wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six months ago. billystick knew that he was the simply 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 pursuit in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could distinguish there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as eager as she was for their sex spirit to return to formula, she didn't have fourth dimension to find out what the problem was. There were other affair on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"lightlessness member ”.

"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"was incredibly hot on the order electric circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on tv set because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extreme ferocity. What was unusual was that Black Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on tv set, on one of the cable euphony network, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to allow any distribution channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channels refused to air the TV without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the other Black Phallus telecasting were never aired. They didn't even make their videos useable on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored chassis ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and unavailability of their euphony, the radical had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an impingement on popular culture. Thus every magazine, television political platform, and news meshwork remotely connected with the entertainment manufacture wanted an interview, yet cipher could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Negro Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the chemical group had been reached after weeks of all-encompassing, secret negotiations with KNEN executive. The talks were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an sole interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best opportunity to establish that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As stir as this chance was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the audience. Aside from this being her first John Roy Major ‘ news show'consultation, she'd had very little time to do any research on the radical. Information was limited, since no audience had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a transcript of the group's CD and video, before one was finally provided to her by lightlessness phallus's record label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concession and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would hold to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap mathematical group, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the chemical group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN consecrate a whole ‘ prime time'evening to"Black person Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the grouping demanded that there be absolutely no security review of any kind on the interview, nor on the music video. Further, the group also wanted their own technologist to man studio's equipment, so that much of the formula KNEN studio crowd would not be acquaint. What was Sir Thomas More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric and political views, the chemical group insisted on extra security measures, including security command of the studio for members of their own security team. Finally, the chemical group demanded that the audience be conducted by a certain engagement, due to their pie-eyed docket. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three day to gear up for her interview. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable television news network, KNEN was in a position to gratify the group's demands. The John Major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To keep off any potential FCC obscenity violations and issues, the electronic network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"computer graphic or sexually expressed nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen class of age, and some other TV audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and Joseph Black Phallus's internet site, with the same obscenity warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to perform some sort of unconscionable publicity stunt. Even if the forfend FCC mulct, they risked millions of dollars worth of lawsuit and sponsor release. In malice of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the peril involved. So it was that all of the group 's weather condition were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The truth was that both blackamoor Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Sami organization, Solomon King's pitch black & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To assist obscure this connection from the journalistic artistry of certain reporters, the only consultation that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several business, all with one John Roy Major agenda, the sexual ascendance of lightlessness men over Patrick White women. For the to the highest degree part, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their onward motion of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to raise Shirley Temple Black men's physique and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to get an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in woman, and induce impotence among men. The bottled H2O with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's piss. This was stock operating process. Over the years E & I had used these chemical to quietly conquer someone womanhood and even altogether job, and then use them to produce interracial porno or other material to further E & I's agenda. For security measure purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legitimize'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I business enterprise operated with thousands of employees, many of whom had no estimation who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connectedness between these concern and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's order of business by releasing sexually explicit rap euphony, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry young mordant males and rebellious ovalbumin young person that listened to rap music would hear this message over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to trust every word of it. total darkness males would go more sexually fast-growing, and be encouraged pursue sexual encounter with T. H. White women. White male person would begin to see bootleg male person as sexual victor, and sense embarrassed about their intimate inadequacy and small penises. White girlfriend who heard the music would begin to see white Male as unworthy and Black person males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Negroid Phallus was the anchor 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 Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of bootleg men, and subverting white male sexuality. The doctrine that the grouping advocated was that blackness men were the sexual alpha Male of the human race. As such, bootleg Male had the right to bonk and breed any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married woman, and especially livid cleaning woman. What better way to prove their call than by seducing a beloved, tie American English picture on television ? So it was that lightlessness phallus's first exclusive consultation would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its ace newsman, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss 's loose office threshold ; `` I have those unedited copy of the"Black Phallus"CD and euphony picture 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 atomic reactor of text file on the left wing of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the papers stack. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal supporter. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a coup d'oeil, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenty, with retentive dark-blonde hairsbreadth that she usually wore tied back with a with child bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colouration, buttoned-up collars, and a rather unstylish style of glass. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her looker and figure were very noticeable to the men around the government agency. Sarah never gave their aid a second gear thought though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was sort of an innocent, but quite burnished, with an first-class tendency and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first name footing, though Sarah thought it of import to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at employment. Anything less might cave Jessica's authorization, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a prat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephony 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 group meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be delicately then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the pass receiver down and turned to her endearing young help.

"I just wanted to let you have a go at it,"Sarah said,"that I've taken precaution of everything else on today 's 'to-do'list."

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in thwarting for much of the day. It was queer to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young woman and never swore. She never used the noble's public figure in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sighs, moans, and grunts of thwarting.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an assistant for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm sure enough I can puzzle out it on my own. I don't like calling tech financial support ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have prison term to make 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 pitch blackness Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their voice are coming by to tally out the studio apartment. I need you to render them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

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

'' I 'm sad Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't signify to be unmanageable ... it 's just ... that group. They have a report ... I'm a picayune care about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup d'etat for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a weather face, winkle them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be ticket ! Besides, you know how these group are, it's probably all just a bunch of electric shock economic value hype and ikon 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 television, and she'd been unable to acquire written matter until late in her research.

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

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

The narrative about Black Phallus's limited availability was a mixture made up by E & I. The rattling reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of research time was a protection precaution. Jessica was a in force journalist, and Solomon world-beater wanted to make sure enough there was little or no hazard for her to find a link between her own employer, and the controversial rap group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very tender about vulgarism and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger babe grew up in the like 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 mistake, but she called me the former night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her deary euphony group ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autographs !"

"Oh, I'm so bad Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the fragile negotiation around this interview, I doubt we can make a VIP client in the studio that night. protection is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the mathematical group will consume their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with total darkness Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole program. In fact, the unscathed programme will be completely uncensored with the elision of the mature mental object disclaimers and a hired hand full of commercial message, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to make it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on television camera during the audience will be aired !"

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The mesh 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 sensualism. An uncensored TV programme would feed these guys the gross chance to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any real danger, so they asked me to toy along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about Negroid genus Phallus's circumscribed availability, the study about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cut through story. Solomon B. B. King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television data format and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with stiff disclaimer, would allow them to broadcast sexually explicit music videos, free of FCC interference. Of course, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually denotative content ... not just from the music video recording, but also anything that might transpirate in the news show studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any exquisitely they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very programme !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The Sojourner Truth was, she was a little disturbed, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first-class honours degree IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a grouping this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star reporter, the network is not about to let me get along to any trauma ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, felicitous to change the issue from those fearsome fateful knocker to her recent betrothal."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the ring. It was not a typical engagement dance band. It was a bedaze family heirloom in atomic number 79, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This touchy pattern had been the cause of the gang 's lengthy fitting adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinfolk ?"

'' He said about a hundred and l age ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to look until the wedding to stage 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 mellifluous girl so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

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

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her impression. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and only time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad get hold of 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 engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual itch that she'd so easily suppressed since her stripling years had grown incredibly unattackable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself favorable that he'd had to go on a stage business tripper to Europe for a few calendar month. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her marry day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's passing two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every night she went to catch some Z's thinking about her marriage ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind vagabondage to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As hard as it is to keep abreast them sometimes, these are my belief. I mean, believe that my torso is a temple, and that my virginity is a endowment to precious to be given away before wedlock. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its amiss. The only reason Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to cover her peccadillo."nil ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to take a chance re-opening the matter she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a informant of creeping and intense foiling for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slickness. She wasn't about to subscribe that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx book coming tonight. Don't worry about it. Just bear professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! Answer any head they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. okeh ?"

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

With that Jessica was out the room access and on her way to her meeting.

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

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

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Sarah was in her small bureau, adjacent to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her computing device for very much of the day. zero she tried seemed to make, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to receive two very large, very muscular, very ignominious gentlemen towering in front man of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and loose-fitting knickers kit, almost like pajama. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Ernst Boris Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical contact. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't assistance but find both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, deep, warm, chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright Green River eyes darting from one dark brass to the former. The early man stood, silent and expressionless, his center hidden by the conventionalised sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an inept silence until the man in the case finally spoke.

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

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

"Nice ring."The formerly silent hulk finally spoke ! He kept his voice low, tranquilize, 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 months ago."For some reasonableness, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's diminutive white hand in his giant black laurel wreath. Firmly, he held her mitt while he examined down at the ring on her finger's breadth ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ringing. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to seem at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to prevail it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong finger while he continued silently admiring her engagement ringing ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the colossus man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to utter to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to express you guys around the studio. Is there anything in fussy 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 hired man. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for clarification."What is it that you need me to demonstrate you ?"

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

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

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her small lip gently ... Her centre were glued to the blank black lenses on the blank shameful look of the second man. He smelled so salutary !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a heavy piece of gear that I need you to help me essay tonight. It could deal much of the night, but I trust I can count on your terminated co-operation."

"Of course of action,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly musing lens system of the second man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her musing ... her delicate egg white lineament framed and overwhelmed by his masculine bootleg feature article."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his bombastic smutty hands on either side of Sarah's soft Patrick White face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her post. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hour later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her flush to get out the place that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"total darkness member"videos hind end. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past times Sarah's role door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No uncertainty, Sarah was still having problems with her calculator and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billystick's Recent epoch inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were internal, and researching Black genus Phallus's sexually explicit lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague price seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't order her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he execute ? No… no that wasn't fair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her head and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the lift and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah davenport's agency !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the sight. The power was a muckle. report had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much bother throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the dispose figurer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, defenseless mountain of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING Jesus Christ ... YES ! ! nooky YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black stopcock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal Theodore Harold White snatch. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted pilus and a distich of fogged-up spectacles on her pretty flannel face. Her beautiful snowy body, normally so-carefully covered by her Conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her smooth white skin to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his tumid black stopcock between Sarah's full, lenient, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his compact black rotating shaft, using her soft white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen-headed Shirley Temple cock-head sticking up between her boob. Behind Sarah, the big black in the shades ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big melanize bridge player on her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White waste, and was mercilessly thrusting in after column inch of his massive lightlessness cock into the pretty white assistant.

Just five minute earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her belief. Her organic structure was a tabernacle. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would hook up with ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her belief for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive melanize studhorse she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her body as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so right ... truer than any feeling she'd ever held.

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

"SHIT THIS cunt IS piece of ass TIGHT ! !"The nameless big black in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The blackness laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

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

"quadruplet ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating clean slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the melanize demanded.

"FOUR ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it submit us for US to get our big black stopcock in you ? Four mo ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the dark glasses increased the pace of his driving force."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

"So evidence me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the waiting ?"The Negro laughed again ...

As the blacks laughed at their own caper doubt, Sarah davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of coming. She had waited two dozen eld to kick in herself to the man she would espouse. Her fiance had waited four eld to be that man. Just about six month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the calamitous fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... blackened ... dick !"

"LOUDER cunt !"the blackamoor nookie her yelled ..."I want to cum in your kitty while you scream that bastard ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiacal approximation she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK hammer ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unidentified dim stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her back talk and titmouse. As they wanted, she was still screaming the firstly thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty Edward D. White face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's cock 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 details of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.

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

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

"trade good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some admirer to assist us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some to a greater extent of that Henry Sweet clean pussycat. You might want to clean this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black stud threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on rickety wooden leg and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the level. She stared at her sis's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to meet the pitch blackness Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next Nox. Then she thought about what would pass to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of time of day."I met with some representatives from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about Black Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to take a leak certain you see this interview so I'm going to netmail you my citation identity card number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or picket online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment thirster. She really wanted to do better for her baby. She wanted to get her some pitch-dark cock."Becky ... make sure you keep your phone on you that Night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

nightstick McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home plate for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hobble tool. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these years, so he wanted to take advantage of the fourth dimension alone by trying to get his rooster 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 tv set. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little strip down coquette for him, slowly taking off her byplay attire and getting down to her bra and panty. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his cock a gentle squeeze play. sonant and hobble.

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

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

"It's O.K. honey."Jessica sighed, trying to cover her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slackness, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and matrimony, she could work on her interview questions and enquiry. Jessica went to her home base office, powered up her estimator and began studying her inquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of 2nd and third business line of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in instance she needed to paraphrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music video. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the racecourse listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her euphony DVDR. She could skip the those data track and take in their video later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ filth ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into electronic computer and plugged in a span of earpiece. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take bill on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually expressed material, she'd read some words from some of the birdsong, but hadn't procured a copy of the wide material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music TV. Every single song on the album was sexually expressed. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The songs on"Only cancel"described elaborated routine of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about disgraceful men having sex with white women, all kinds of Patrick Victor Martindale White women ; untested, older, exclusive, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even Sir Thomas More shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The group contended that all of the songs on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shock claim, considering the stories told in some of the vocal, particularly the some of the taradiddle that the songs told.

This first strain was called"size of it Energy issue ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's avowedly, size of it Energy Department MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of blacken men and abnormally with child penis. The song underscored the all ism of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"reparation"was about a blackness history task in a college grade, where gabardine scholar had to turn ‘ slaves'for blackened students for two weeks. The white female person bookman end up becoming sex slaves for disgraceful men, while the white male person students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the vocal was ridiculously aggressive and antiblack, but the outrageous floor continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political irony about backwash telling and the fear that many flannel have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy punk ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous narration the birdsong told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be knife in impudence. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some sort of racial satire, and that the ‘ truthful taradiddle'claims were just section of the act, made to render controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"dearest, I'm house"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to rule his wife in bed with the ignominious neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fears that Edward Douglas White Jr. people have of livelihood in the Lapp neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High schoolhouse that has to adjust to an influx of African-American scholarly person when an inner city schooling finale. The PTA protests that the ratio of bookman to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Negroid in their mostly Elwyn Brooks White school. The song goes on to describe how the Joseph Black male seniors seduce all the white fille and the hot flannel teachers. Jessica again saw this vocal as an using of racialist veneration and social comment on white flight from the inner city.

"Big political boss Man"told the story of a gabardine man vying for a furtherance. He invites his black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the hirer meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the match that he'll reach 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 sinister man fucks the Patrick White wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the nutrient or sort out the tabular array first. The adjacent week, the honcho gives the publicity to another black man ... whom the flannel wife also happily agrees to sleep together ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to stop affirmative action.

"flavor Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph orgy for the grim hoops squad. There was a ‘ humorous'winding at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the competition school's team ! Jessica had never liked suspensor and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the idea of the speechless supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite full. The heavy bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her consistence, making her want to trip the light fantastic toe, or at to the lowest degree motility with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her professorship and locomote around the room.

Jessica let the steady, persistent rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the music continued. It had been a longsighted time since she'd been capable to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little brace. The language still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the round of the bass coursing through her soundbox. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the call began to subscribe to. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next strain was featured as one of her euphony videos, and that she'd wanted to cut it.

'' nigga In The Wood Pile '', the future caterpillar track, was an even more humorous song than the previous ones. Using euphony samples from the old sappy making love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first base small fry. When the baby is born, its black, and the hubby discovers that his loving married woman has been fucking a black man !

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

"Dear whoremaster"was about a white young woman writing a break-up alphabetic character to her high-school sweet heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young blanched wife"to own a sister, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to claim a smuggled lover !

"The Wrecker"is about a family on vacation when their car time out down. A black tow-truck number one wood shows up and seduced the female parent and teenage girl, 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 woman who finds herself compelled to harbour her high-school-soccer playing son's grim teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college lady friend who is furious that her parents'marriage ceremony is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The lightlessness man moves into the house and has to assert his authority over the fille showing her just why her female parent left her father for him.

"Man Of The theater"told the tale of a black floater who is taken in by a good Christian materialistic family, and how within a week he seduced both of the category's twin daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young lady at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last trail was the championship track,"Only natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so often that she failed to discover that this vocal was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to bound off it. The song underscored the philosophical system of black male intimate superiority and authority, from the slant of ‘ cancel natural selection ’. Shirley Temple men were the alpha Male, and had the ‘ natural'right hand to engender any char they wanted. The birdsong contended that bass down, every womanhood knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially White person women. Every woman, even married char, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by shameful men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the end raceway, Jessica was sweating, and her total soundbox was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being unmoved, the sexually expressed lyric of"lightlessness Phallus"had aroused her. She needed he-goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. nightstick was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hired hand down the front of his pants… zilch. She gently bit his earlobe. billy club muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed atonement, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too spite up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her aid earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked St. Brigid ”. It was the one rail that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music videos into her computer. Not wanting to come alive billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to view the video. Within seconds, the great pounding of the bass voice coursed through her body, again igniting a fervidness that no cold shower bath was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blueing eyes locked onto the screen as the first of all mental image flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White Wedding, Blacked Brides"music video seemed to be a serial of sketch about Bride ditching their groom on their wedding day, so they could be with pitch-black men. The video opened with chime playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive sea bass metre, and a female chorus chiming the parole"I Do"repeatedly.

The possible action scene showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a striptease nine, nail with provocative exotic professional dancer. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all young snowy woman, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a nuptial motive. All the missy were slender, with fully bosom and long, glistening hair's-breadth. Each fille wore a bridal veil of some sorting, white high-heels, and some skimpy egg white lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and panties. Another girl, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and pantie and long, Theodore Harold White satin gloves. A third base girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and G-string scanty, with a garter swath and fishnet stockings. The former girls in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper celestial pole', similar to those shot in striptease golf-club. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a deep, dark Venetian red brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the dressed brown pole, they mouthed the quarrel to the `` I Do '' forbear. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big dismal eyes directly into the camera and sang the language `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only blackness Men '' !

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

The screen 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 terpsichorean that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera pellet showed that the Bride was in fact looking over the ostler's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, Negro man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The St. Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The stud runs his tongue over his rim slowly, the St. Brigid nods, hypnotized… We see her violin nervously with her nosegay.

The scene variety to the gay exterior of the church service as the Saint Brigid and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding client. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large Black person hand reaches out, and closes the door. The stableman and the marriage guests stand, stunned, on the church whole step, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a signboard that says"Just Blacked !"

The photographic camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the backbone. The camera pulls back to give away the beautiful Saint Bride on her knees, between B-Love 's bare blackamoor branch. She is apparently giving him viva voce sex. Her head word bobs up and down in his lap, and blond tresses and veil bounce gently with her apparent motion. Her head bobfloat are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A quiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the mental home and spirituality of marriage ceremony. Instead, the boldness of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the CRT screen, and the regular beat of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the silver screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her handwriting on her groin.

The refrain began again, and the setting shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This time it ended on a penny-pinching up different professional dancer, the Aythya americana. Like the blond, she looks directly into the photographic camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Shirley Temple Black Men ''.

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This time, the context is a large and expensive looking response hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different stableboy, and this clock time the bride is the redheaded woodpecker. We see the Saint Bride and stableman in the reception line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and grin seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large black hands over her white-satin-clad white meat. Her eyes widen in jounce momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableman stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his mitt on his wife's berm and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the buss. He tries again and the smutty man, still kissing the Brigid, grabs the hubby's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the story. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black macho-man picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The fille holds the bouquet and a smell around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hired man, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the forepart of her slackness ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in clip with the medicine. It was such a natural response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's friction became more frantic as she watched the next vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty White person Saint Bridget dancing with her bridegroom. A total darkness studhorse walks up behind the groom, staring at the moderately bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his boldface stare into the Saint Brigid's center, taps the hostler on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The black stud pulls her close for the terpsichore, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black stud grinning ... There is another cut, this sentence to a wide-cut shot of the dance base, good of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his St. Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a conclude up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the wall, her Brobdingnagian ashen annulus hitched up around her waist, while the dim scantling thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in meter with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diarist in the full throws of rage, so enraptured with the picture that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her face was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her slit while watching the natural action unfold. Her nimble white digit probed deeper and deeper into the sheepcote of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm method of birth control with the medicine. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay on unfold and sharpen on the action, 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 Caucasian Saint Brigid ditches her White bridegroom for some mordant stud.

We see a white Saint Bridget and stableboy sitting with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of bar. There is a grim waiter standing behind him, staring at the St. Bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the gabardine frosting off her hostler's finger. Then she holds up a art object of bar for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his expression. While the ostler is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the melanise waiter whisks the Saint Brigid and the cake out of reception antechamber and into the kitchen ... with the disgraceful kitchen stave stare at the pair hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive bloodless wearing apparel lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen floor. The television camera pans up to establish the St. Bridget lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed blot of Caucasian bar frosting. She writhes in X as several yoke of turgid black work force smear Thomas More patty frosting all over her milklike tweed pelt. The camera circles the board as a prominent, half-naked black men surround the writhing Patrick Victor Martindale White St. Bridget and begin licking the icing off her naked organic structure. The tv camera stops between the Bride's legs ... but the purview of her kitty-cat is blocked by a black man's bald psyche ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding party mob, on the black man's bald-headed oral sex !

Another vignette shows a moderately blonde, sitting at the feast table with her ostler. The stableman is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Saint Bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride's eye widen, and she smiles. Without saying a Word to her husband, the Saint Bridget gets up and follows her Saint Bridget's maid out of the elbow room, down the Charles Francis Hall, to a dressing elbow room. Opening the threshold, she finds 3 melanise men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and bit to the bride's maid who led her to the way ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The Bride turns back momentarily, looking down the dorm to the spread elbow room. She can see her ostler at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye link. He waves for her to descend back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick swing of paw ( ignominious men's hired hand and lily-white cleaning lady's hands ) ripping the albumen gown from the St. Bride's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a Bride adjusting her humeral veil in social movement of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was discharge. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a second, smiling at the adorable T. H. White female child. An tremendous bulge rises in the genitals of his cover-alls ... the St. Brigid's middle widen and she smiles and rosiness. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing way. We cut to wedding party in the front line of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the doorway ... and it suddenly jerks open to expose her beautiful white daughter on her genu ( back to the camera ) kneeling in strawman of a black man in her to the full espousal scrubs ! The mother stares for a moment, before another disgraceful 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 suite. The ostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a digit, indicating they should expect, and that he wants to use up a lavish first. The bride pouts, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a costless feeding bottle of Champagne-Ardenne. The St. Bride grinning and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Bridget indicates the toilet. The Shirley Temple scantling looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the St. Brigid 's trunk, ending on her beautiful nerve ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lour lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The next stroke was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the toilet, toweling off ... he looks in the steering of the camera, and his jaw pearl. The photographic camera pulls back ... now we see the ostler in the background. In the foreground, on either incline of the concealment, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the melanise man rises from between the daughter 's legs, blocking our sentiment of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in clock time with her leg bounces, and the beat of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is defenseless his muscular black torso effulgence with effort. He takes a swig of champagne from the nursing bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the music 's beat. The bride's lily lily-white hands run up over his dresser, and around his shoulder joint and neck as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

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

Jessica McFarland 's centre bolted opened, as she shot up from her president, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. he-goat stood in the non-white hall, just beyond the open room access of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the covert of her calculator, and back again. The verbal expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary ostler in the honeymoon retinue.

'' dearest ... I 'm sorry ... it's just ... I thought you were numb ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her break panties.

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

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

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

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

But that was Billy 's stallion problem. The smuggled men at employment were treating him like dump ... now he found his wife masturbating to the ikon of muscular black men and white womanhood in a music telecasting. It was more than he could stand.

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

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

'' I 'll tell you what 's gotten into me, '' billy club cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a caboodle of God-damned nigra ! ``

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

As soon as the speech left Jessica 's mouthpiece, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too lately. billy goat 's oculus widened with choler ... or fear ... or sorrow. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The entire recognition of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her tum. Her end scuttlebutt 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 figurer monitor. The video had ended. She had no melodic theme what the finish scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to retrospect, but after the engagement with her husband, she didn't think she'd be capable to concentrate on body of work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the next day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As lots as she wanted to screen things out with Billy, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some eternal rest. Jessica decided to kip on the sofa in her home function. She grabbed a mantle from the linen loo and a bottleful of pee before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her optic, thinking and self-doubt swam through her tired mind. Her married couple had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't mouth to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so concentrate on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal life after the next night 's consultation with Black person Phallus.

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

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The ostler stood at the communion table ...

The Saint Brigid stood in her dressing room, adjusting her veil in the heavy standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the anatomy of her reflection. He was tall and brawny ; he placed a large ebony manus on the Saint Brigid 's berm.

The stableman stood at the altar, the euphony stopped.

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

The bride watches in the mirror as two gravid black hands round from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded lily-white stays to shred. White drop and pearl fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the story ...

The black man 's paw slide over the newly exposed blank belly of the bride ... and over her full-of-the-moon white breasts.

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

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

The Saint Bride watches as the black man 's hired man move over her breast pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the velum, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the boldness of Jessica McFarland.

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

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full white white meat heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a pipe dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better remove a cold exhibitor and get to work and cook for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the rain shower, she made for sure to crank the frigidness H2O up high. For some cause her peel felt like it was on fire. It wasn't painfulness, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate tautness. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the Same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit television. It was the same intimate tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and give her that awing nightmare. How could she fuck off while watching that telecasting ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her aftermath up so horny ?

Thanks to her aspiration, her guiltiness was in full appurtenance. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with billystick for months, but her own direful lyric kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those terrible things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her flaw. He must have felt neglected by her recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her recent achiever. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the low temperature body of water cascaded over her perfect Edward White body, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would move over Billy a squeamish massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be Nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To gain sure it would n't fail, she 'd pop out off by giving him oral exam sex. viva voce sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her lip to be double-dyed.

Once Jessica was out of the cascade, she selected some of her sexy intimate apparel. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got plate, she could shed her clothing right in front line of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden wardrobe lingerie depot, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panty, a matching garter belt ammunition, and a pair of shameful thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the corps de ballet, she admired her reflectivity in her full-length mirror. The black lacing and satin complimented her fair skin color beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her physical body. The step-in rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round Theodore Harold 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 chick. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black annulus and sports coat that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the clock time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry dear, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should possess said those awful thing ! ''

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

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

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

'' You do ? '' billy was surprised. How did she picture 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 no-good. I 've had this big audience coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... knocker. '' baton felt his blood line first to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the untimely thing to say. Her guilt over the premature Night took detainment again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her care lately, but then for him to pick up her masturbating to one of their picture ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn truncheon.

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

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

'' I do n't remember it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory feel, `` but they might try some form of promotional material stunt ... aught unsafe, but something you might not wish. The network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a flying encounter with her producer and went over the plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would exhibit a slight scope data on the group, and introduce each of the music telecasting before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiola of this. Due to all the mess with billy goat the previous evening she hadn't been able to determine all the telecasting. Seeing the TV before the interview would turn over her the opportunity to prepare more questions. The just real problem Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, body of water, or succus. This was not the eccentric today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did evince up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually unquiet on broadcast days, but today she seemed bad. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed fight and distracted. Jessica noticed this conduct, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the premature day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what form of ‘ promotional material stunt'they might pull in the studio apartment. Sarah was no doubt extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally complete war paint looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very outwear and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the like clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the hapless miss not slept ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to utter with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this sunrise, and you seem a short distracted today. Are you certainly you're OK ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a grating Night last dark. Up sort of late… you know…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a great deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the music, but would never have believed her conservative, demure young assistant would have been able to look past the surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black genus Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any esteem for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would adopt a long time to excuse and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in lay down up, then they're going to need to set up the visible light, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those light source are like !"Sarah's last comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the salad dressing room and thrust a fresh piddle bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to enshroud something, but as very 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 have to wait until another day.

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Within the time of day, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After Black person phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the old eve, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain feature article. As she sat under the changing studio lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the Inner Light were raging than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of high temperature, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice urine. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making sealed that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense intimate arousal in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quaternary bottle of water,"Does it look warmly in here to you ?"

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her water feeding bottle."I can understand lighting and phone, and even tv camera piece of work, but the temperature ? Those lightlessness Phallus bozo seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the pee level in Jessica's flow nursing bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to take sodding control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her cervix. Leaning back, she closed her middle and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her note placard."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this oestrus. How practically thirster ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not a great deal thirster now I think. It's about 45 minutes ‘ til broadcast fourth dimension. The cat 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 persuasion and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not often prison term then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to take on them before the interview."

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

"Good, I'm gladiolus they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with nothing to picture the populace !"

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

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

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

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

Jessica's anxious energy and multitudinous bottle of water resulted in a much needed toilet break. She returned from her breakout mo before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio apartment was even unassailable than before she'd left. The atmosphere 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 chemical group in the country… maybe even the public ! Then there was the possibleness of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience segment to present some form of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the web would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sensory faculty of jitteriness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The Whole Truth"intelligence political program shared. That shared jumpiness was demonstrated when the war paint girl spilled a bottle of base of operations make-up down the figurehead of Jessica's disgraceful blazer… with bare minutes to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember manner of walking by just as Heather was opening the constitution feeding bottle. funny, her gang wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her Negro top by the busy paw of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the contraband blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a close crown with a very luxuriously neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy inglorious"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all optic in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crowd, even if it was for just a s. This was a terrific event that she did not call for to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Righteous ado people, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A part buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The press female child immediately started helping Jessica into a new sport jacket, while the shuffle up daughter finished her job. The womanhood worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognisant that the make up girl was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a ostentation, the make up girl and wardrobe miss 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 color, with a black arrest, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the sides, to accentuate Jessica's hourglass anatomy. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the center of Jessica's chest. The designer jacket would have looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the cap exposed a generous amount of money of the inner portion of Jessica's milklike gabardine breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The closet girl had given her the amiss kind of jacket !

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

"Sorry, that's all we could notice !

"I've got a extra jacket in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could place person ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting elbow room down the hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a large overstuff chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news platform to set about. The room was luxurious ... with easy ignition, rich trappings, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and drink bar, with a icebox. The paries of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One bulwark featured a integral plasm HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In cattiness of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived later, been hassled by security system downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same Guy that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Sabbatum afternoon certificate work party was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some bleak nightspot. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

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

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

The guard swiped the wit through the reader again… looked at his data processor screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guy cable claimed to ingest problem scanning his ID. nightstick knew it was bullshit. These Negroid asshole were giving him fuss because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio apartment !"

The instant dark guard stepped in front of he-goat, blocking his path. Billy couldn't help but back away in fear of the giant, muscled blackamoor man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took XX minutes to ‘ verify Billy's identity'with the security situation. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black safety, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the resolution that nightstick expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a spunk ... Billy choked on his furore as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the entrance hall. No matter. By Monday aurora, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the sentence billystick got to the storey where the studio was, the program had started. The studio security department, another couple of mordant muscle-builder bouncer types, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, truncheon was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in anxious anticipation as she anxiously watched the blind and waited for the appearance to start. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able-bodied to watch the interview on telecasting !

Becky had called her sister Sarah a duet of 24-hour interval earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to claver the studio that night and actually meet 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 for exposing Becky to Thomas More of their ‘ stain ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not soften. Becky's booster Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to slumber over at a booster's house on a school dark ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell telephone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her deferred payment bill issue so that Becky could order the consultation 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 totally house ... and the big TV in the sustenance room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare social occasion that Becky's overprotective parents left her dwelling house alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church merging. Her female parent was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with lightlessness penis, her favorite medicine grouping. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The untested Melanerpes erythrocephalus's modest white paw were trembling with so much excitement and pinch that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of spiny heating tingled through the Stanford White teenaged's back and berm as she registered her sis's credit wag information. Then Becky davenport sat back on the animation room couch, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the opening titles of"The Whole trueness"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to inclose the night's fib, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner one-half of each of her full, whitish white tit were clearly seeable. She looked like a high-priced call daughter, so some kind of porno-film translation of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Shirley Temple Black member ’, America's about controversial, and most democratic, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million written matter in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct cyberspace cut-rate sale. Their music is heard in night social club and teenager'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely decoct on the quarrel scrolling up the teleprompter screen door. The heat of the studio Light on her bare chest was a incessant admonisher of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her sleeve in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's view of her segmentation, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their medicine was never aired on the radiocommunication, or television, and banned from some record stores'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the administration and the media title that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their picture have never been seen on telly because of the sexual cognitive content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music meshing functionary have gone so far as to label the video recording as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio reminder. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her weaponry failed to cover the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to find a more meek pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's middle darted between the prompter and the Monitor as she continued trying to receive a more professional spatial relation and read the teleprompter at the same time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to convey their deeply-held political doctrine about pop ideas and societal values. In inadequate, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial cloth is artistically justified exemption of formulation. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'call that are given radio and picture play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a menace to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white US that wants their voice silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our TV audience will memorise just what Black Phallus wants them to recognize !"

The jumpiness in Jessica's vox could barely be disguised. In her endeavour to treat herself in social movement of the television camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattle. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her endeavour to find a more demure photographic camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist ecesis ? Are they simply vulgar pornographers ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to demonstrate you the TV that the medicine video recording distribution channel won't. All this, and more, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a picayune as she read those survive lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the promotional material stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the video were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the premature night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other Nox ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

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

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billy goat sat stunned during the commercial message recess. What the infernal region were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she fit in to put on such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course of instruction ! This was office of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her physical structure a little on television ... then after the broadcast she'd habiliment that niggling outfit to dinner ... and domicile ... very naughty !

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

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

Yes ... that must be it.

nightstick tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his tum that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the fracture 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 office. I can't continue a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her weaponry and showed the cockeyed total of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't helper but detect 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 lace bra was visible.

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

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the button-down untested cleaning lady left the top three push unbuttoned, showing an strange quantity of her cleavage. Her gabardine lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

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

Sarah's eyes 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 ring in my office."

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

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

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

"... BACK IN FIVE, tetrad, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the simulacrum of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to reflect with sweat. This was not unnoticed by the smuggled male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole Truth, are capable to exhibit these TV, in their entireness. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view place, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the fabric you see this night will be shown in its entireness. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered unsavoury. After these television are aired tonight, hitch tuned for an single interview with the artists responsible for, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their strange philosophy about gild, acculturation, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that dark. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these horrid disastrous rapper. How would she possibly be able to direct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts useable to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyric poem about Edward White women. What horrible scuttlebutt might they make about her eubstance if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first euphony video that"The whole Truth"will show you this evening concerns pitch blackness Phallus's views on the concept of wedding. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and video footage. Black phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally necessary to underscore the dot 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-honoured custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long suspension at this point, her head vagabondage to the prototype she'd seen in the medicine video… and the response that she'd had to them… and betrayed looking on her hubby's face.

And now,"The Whole Truth"presents inkiness member's"Caucasian Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the birdcall ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these implicative and explicit run-in on air !

"tweed wedding, Blacked Bridget !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional behaviour, but couldn't assistance but shudder as the song's complete deed of conveyance left her oral cavity. She could even find a shiver ... one she'd felt the previous eventide when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the medicine video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The final stage time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't reserve multitude to think that Black genus Phallus's music telecasting turned her on ! Still, she couldn't avail but placard that several pairs of oculus in the studio apartment were glued to the monitor lizard screens as the video 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 see something to deflect her from the television playing on monitors 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 Negroid form of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her mitt over Tom knock-down bureau, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a deal down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock tough protrusion in his trousers.

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

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

"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 embracing, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingerbreadth over the push button of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her broad, steadfastly breasts, encased in their tweed lacy bra. Sarah's soft ashen skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many blackamoor mouths.

Tom reached a large black helping hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full house titty, and hard tit. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her human knee buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to aspect with Tom's groyne. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black-market turncock, nuzzling Tom's seawall, inhaling his virile scent ... a scent laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have lots time. You have to be fix for your persona of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white finger's breadth over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 edge calamitous shaft. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating John Brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'nightstick thought to himself as he watched the Shirley Temple member video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone expose my wife to it, and score her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of promotion this will generate for these ... deviant ?"This is brainsick ! Who would enjoy this shit ?"

But truncheon knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the same video he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other nighttime. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."nobody could possibly look out this food waste !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiacal white brides and total darkness studhorse in different erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"black Phallus"TV were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should ascertain the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the mental imagery in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Pres 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 flat white bay window, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the clip the telecasting ended, Jessica McFarland's heart were glued to the monitor nighest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to cut the television, but its clout was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the previous night.

All the Sami, she was grateful that the picture ended when it did.

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The number 1 video recording had been a disgusting slight against the institution of wedlock. The lyric were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ object lens ’.

He shuddered to think how the succeeding video could be sorry ... Billy was even more troubled by the fact that that the ‘ artists'responsible for this soil would be sitting column inch from his beautiful, reasoning wife in a issue of minutes.

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

Jessica's geartrain of sentiment was rudely interrupted by her make-up young lady's smiling face and busy hands."free pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a lilliputian shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the proctor ... she looked a trivial shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girlfriend spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehands and cameramen. She could palpate their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty young war paint missy"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"broom !"Jessica sternly admonished the Pres Young constitution girl,"Was that really requisite ?"

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

"Just evidence Sarah to hurry with that crown please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chuckles from some of the men in the studio. How could she have 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 music director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

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

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and genetic evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the subject of the side by side"pitch blackness Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sore nature of tonight's broadcast. viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents black member'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 even's broadcast could be censored. The need had been honored by KNEN. But the word of honor were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's depicted object. But no thing how much she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the admonisher in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the TV's wiz and producers in the next part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as fossil oil as the previous picture, this Sung dynasty and telecasting seemed pitch towards witticism. At to the lowest degree ... at first ...

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The video opens with a prospect in a hospital pitch way. We hear the var. of the corny making love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video tv camera, taping his wife in the livery way, as she's about to dedicate nascency. In nastiness of the unconscious process of manner of speaking, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his married woman's hired hand in one handwriting, and the photographic camera in the other"Here he comes honey !"

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

A sound byte begins to play ... a rich storyteller booms"extolment, you are the beginner of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious articulation interrupts just as the doctor pulls the babe up into thought, revealing a black baby boy !

Your married woman gave birth to her child boy,
but something looks a little wrongfulness,
His skin 's a little too shadow to be considered Elwyn Brooks White,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

feeling like you got yourself a
coon IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been less than admittedly
nigga IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


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

There is a scene of husband leaving for study in the first light ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the back talk. She's a sweet, innocent, Marcia Mathew B. Brady character. She stands in the doorway of their cover girl suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery motortruck pulls up to the planetary house.

The motortruck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"breakthrough out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the muscular contraband studs from"Shirley Temple Phallus ”, walks up to the family with a enceinte box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at shank level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to sign up the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownness eyes. Before the wife can protest, the melanize saving man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the conclude movement door of the house. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, blackened paperboy in his tardy teen, sitting on a bike at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The guess deletion to a close up of a bedchamber nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photograph of the husband and married woman, in an expensive crystal figure. The frame is shaking ... as is the unanimous nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a rampart. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the brass bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her boldness, she is moaning and smiling. The photographic camera pulls back, showing the dim delivery man, in consistent, shirt shadower covering his ass and the wife's long T. H. White wooden leg wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedchamber windowpane, where we see the pitch-black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his mobile phone phone."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too mulct to be lonesome
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a neat Big Black… MAN ?

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

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

The next shot we see is another shot of hubby leaving for study, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the sass. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after husband leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can hold it in her handwriting. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample Caucasian cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips spread out his jail cell earpiece. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her head. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's firing of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch footstep, and then a shooter of his bike laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front room access slamming. Cut to the Interior Department of the theater. The black stud stand in the entryway of the mansion, facing the camera. The wife is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up paper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the bottom of the nip ending just below her waistline, and drops her gown, revealing her nude sculpture body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all quaternary, on the bed, biting down the rolled up paper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that lilliputian actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for workplace once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. hubby leans forward to buss his wife on the sassing, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crateful of milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant smutty rapper from"Black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk nursing bottle from the crateful, licking her lips hungrily. The black Milk man stares at her mouth and grin. The milk man shoves the wife into her menage. Cut to the porch and the married woman's milk bottleful dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Elwyn Brooks White milk splashing everywhere. The room access gibe behind them.

We see a legal brief dead reckoning of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular black thorax ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera guessing ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the figurehead porch. Quick cut to the interior of the house's forepart room access, the wife is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the room access being opened to bring out a big, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a recording label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the out-of-doors pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the pitch man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the 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 front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiling, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's principal backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our thought is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the married woman's bare berm and moaning face past the left border of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor dumb white jerking,
you went to act,
never should accept left her entirely !

Once she gets some blackened cock,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na induce your wife groan !

As the euphony's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white wife letting to a greater extent and more black men into her home to fuck her.

The side by side shaft is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiacal new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connection under the can sink. Suddenly H2O begins to spray from the loosened association. Another quick cut shows the doorway being opened to a black plumber, then a quick gibe a oversupply bath base. The privy is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can attain out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her leg wrapped around his waist and her workforce clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigra In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next setting shows a with child, muscular melanise kitty man, walking up the pavement of the white couplet's dwelling house, carrying a pool skimmer. The front door opens, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the firm, watching her thoroughgoing albumen ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass door in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black pool man to walk into the fenced in back M. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the tv camera shot goes wide to present that there is no puddle in the back thousand ! The black man raises an eyebrow in mental confusion, before a wide grin spreads across his fount. He then turns around to see the Stanford White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already unshackled and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her knocker. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to precipitate down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top demesne on the solid ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain sound reflection as the scene changes yet again.

After husband has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security arrangement keypad by the door. A label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I surety Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the warning device, then opens the room access, setting it off. There is a quickly edit to a security department truck pulling up in the driveway. Two beefy nigrify protection officeholder walk up to the theatre and open the room access. They find the wife standing in the battlefront hallway, wearing pitch blackness cat suit, black leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The Negroid security department officers smile at each other, biff in the ‘ all clear'code into the surety keypad, and slam the threshold behind them. From outside the house, the television camera stays on the military action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the security system police officer's plunder off their shirts revealing rippling Negroid brawniness, as the wife falls to her knee joint ( out of dead reckoning ) in strawman of the guard duty. The refrain echoes and the scene variety again.

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

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

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the sign. Two large, muscular black nurseryman get out of the truck and take the air up to the forepart threshold. The wife answers the room access in her bathrobe and grinning brightly. One of the nurseryman's holds up a work ordination, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Kate Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and smiling, then backs into the menage, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The nuptials photo is gone now, but there is an alarm system clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving emollient. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde haircloth movie across his brass as she leans backwards into the shot ... before arcsecond pair of black hired hand pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her minuscule bleak sister. Then she looks up and sees a powerful melanise hospital attendant. She puts a script up in her hubby's grimace, making him arrest the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the sinister orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nearest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving sayonara to her married man as the doorway shuts behind her.

married man is left standing in the centre of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming calamitous infant. A pretty blonde nurse in a aphrodisiac ashen consistent approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell doorway and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably sozzled, aphrodisiac, and in shape just two days after giving nascence ( it is a music video recording after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe undefendable in the back and the blackamoor orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her straits. She walks through the door, shedding her hold's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's rousing was increasing, though the virginal adolescent was barely aware of her action mechanism. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly cheat on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm Edward D. White breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every coup d'oeil of tegument and musculus that was exposed on silver screen. Becky was different than her babe Sarah. Sarah had always been able-bodied to suppress her sexual press easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always mentation of boys and their consistency ... of what they could do together. In venom of these muscular urge, Becky had always managed to jib the attentions of the boy at shoal. Of course, none of the male child in Becky's school looked like the massive macho-man in these videos. Becky wondered how long her button-down values would hold out around men like these. Would she devote herself over as easily as the extramarital young wife in the video ? As she pondered the query, she continued groping her own Thomas Young bosom with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hired man down to her seawall, where she began gently rubbing her kitty through her panties.

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"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT television"

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After the"jigaboo In The Woodpile"TV ended, the crew in the studio could barely hold back their laugh long enough for Jessica to yield a brief segue into a commercial break.

Jessica was timid what to make water of the scene. She found the video recording sad and offence ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of gentle feeling of a pulverisation puff on her neck ... and cleavage.

"ling ?"Jessica turned to the constitution girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The make-up 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 room. I'm changing on the succeeding break ! I can't do a serious news interview with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's foiling were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing hotness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the previous eve ... the insistency to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the consultation ... the overpowering estrus of the studio lights ... these titillating TV she was having to present ... and her tits on showing for every lecherous pig in America and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rapper would see her torso like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull up some sort of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running put-on about the airline industriousness. But Shirley Temple Black Phallus has their own takings on the old bromide of a couple sneaking off for a rendezvous in a hamper plane bathroom. That take can be seen in the next video recording,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a dim sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre championship, and the medicine video began.

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The television opens with no music. We see a pitch-dark 747 flying through the sky. On its empennage we see a logo"BPA ”, with a foreign shape that appears to be a stylize icon of an erect shameful cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A declamatory fatal male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The sexy white archetype smiling."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a flyspeck, feminine bloodless script picking up the tuner microphone."attending ladies and gentlemen"speak a brace of beautiful rap mouth into a priapic Negro microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Joseph Black genus Phallus Air !"

The tv camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the headwaiter still speaking into the radio set mike with one bridge player. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the push of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black trunk.

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

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

The screen fades to black and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fasting, aggressive musical rhythm. The telecasting now flashes with a series of three surrogate shots of the planer's Department of the Interior. All of the shots are from the Same Angle, with the Saame camera, but are lit differently, and limn different setting within the plane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the planer's Department of the Interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight of stairs. Another shot shows the three fellow member of Black Phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the music. A tierce guesswork depicts the carpenter's plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning ostentation outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals coup d'oeil of naked Edward Douglas White Jr. and calamitous branch, writhing in the passenger fundament. These three interpretation of the plane's interior slam flash back and forth as the music intro gaming.

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

The guessing now cuts to the normally lit aeroplane interior. This seems to depict the fib of an plane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a numeral of attractive passengers. There are many white women and black men, and a few white men. We see a lily-white guy sleeping in his rump ... The prat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the keister behind him. The photographic camera pans to reveal that the arse is bouncing so much because a young blank woman with red fuzz is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is perturbation about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out loud.
lightlessness engines scream and the white girl emollient !"

The camera settles on a Lester Willis Young Edward D. White match, necking in their seats. We can see that the duad is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The married woman glimpse at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and base on balls to the bathroom in the front of the planing machine. She looks over her shoulder and blink of an eye at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black-market man, sitting a few keister forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black 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 white girls'honeyed SWEET ! UNGH !"

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

The air hostess returns to her seat at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the niche of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the Patrick Victor Martindale White husband, glances at the bathroom doorway, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the gangway, towards the can !

Hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an approximation. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the aid of the air hostess. This produces the sought after effect ... the air hostess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and stage to the"Turbulence Ahead"star sign. B-Love just smiles and take a pace forward. The stewardess puts her script up ... B-Love walkway into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The hostess's eyes widen ...

The ignominious snatch the stewardess's wrist, holding her hand to his pectus, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crevice. The white wife peek around the door. We can see her air shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a mirror image of her bare blank back and ass. The wife's optic widen in panic when sees the punk and the stewardess. The married woman starts to exclude the door, but the black scantling suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the sinister macho-man and the stewardess noisily entering the bath together. There are a lot of confused and pertain looks and whisper exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his fanny ... humiliated.

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

Cut to an exterior crack of the airplane ... the frame of the photograph is shuddering, implying upheaval. Cut to the inside of the woodworking plane, the bod still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the resident of the bath !

We then see a serial publication of teasing ‘ flash cut ’, a series of reformist snap that have been intercut with other progressive tense shots ... alternating back and Forth River revealing only a endorse of each guessing at a clock time. The stroke are accompanied by the Song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy E. B. White distaff representative cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me infant ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white pussy is a black-cock-pit, where WE withdraw ascendance and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big amobarbital sodium Sky ... Big Black shaft In Your Hot White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK COCK ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric is accompanied by the yowl of a aeroplane locomotive engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the tight edits, tight framing, and shuddering photo, we are teased by glimpses of titillating imagination : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue eye slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, 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 E. B. White back as she leans forward into the Shirley Temple Black man's muscular back, causing her full white boob to swell at the incline, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting Black body ... four ashen hands exploring mordant muscles ... one white hired man wearing a marriage ring and clutching a muscular black berm ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door door latch, and kicks ... The snapshot suddenly cuts to the door flying afford, and the writhing batch of mixed sex spilling out onto the level of the aisle !

No crotch is entirely exposed to the television camera, but in bitchiness of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The married woman is bare, except for her satiny white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her longsighted white peg wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The Shirley Temple rider is naked and thrusting between the Andrew Dickson White wife's legs, though often of his body is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is nude, though her blonde hair is still in its austere french-twist and her little spicy hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full phase of the moon, blanch white breasts are pressed firmly against his soot black back, squeezing the sight of soft Andrew Dickson White flesh out from between their bodies. Her recollective white legs are spread wide, around the opprobrious man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in shock at the lurid presentation. We see several snapshot of passenger ... ovalbumin cleaning woman, white men, and black men ... watching craning their neck to determine the legal action. The blanched men look uncomfortable, and rip at their catch nervously. The dark men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teenager, is sitting between her father and a big pitch blackness man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to get over her eyes ... she pushes his handwriting away. She glances over at the big dark man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiling. She smiles back, nervously. Her beginner looks worried. She turns to go forward watching the action. She slips a tiny white hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her jeans. Just as she's about to skid her paw into her Elwyn Brooks White cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her deal away and lowers her tray board, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hired man vapid on the tray tabular array and keeps them there ... but continues watching the natural action. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower his own tray table.

Another passenger, business woman sitting between a black man and a whiteness man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the legal action ... and both face at the sexy ashen clientele cleaning lady. The black stud takes one of the woman's deal and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a difficult bulge in the opprobrious man's lap. She begins to gently squash the jut as she continues watching the natural action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a initiative for him to do the same. He takes the charwoman'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 confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the disastrous man's lap ... at the big jut. She glances up at the Stanford White guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her bridge player off the white guy's genitalia and makes a 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 places both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to cultivate at his zip fastener ! The opprobrious man starts working at the clit of the business woman's suit jacket.

In another row of arse sits a pitch blackness man on the aisle, a young Andrew Dickson White man in the eye, and his pretty Caucasian lady friend by the windowpane. The white girlfriend is trying to catch the action in the front of the aeroplane, but having heavy fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to switch seats with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large blackamoor man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the gangway rear grinning at the pretty white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The middling white girl climbs over her boyfriend and takes a stern in the pitch blackness man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking fatal studhorse. She has noticed a sizable protuberance in the pitch blackness stud's drawers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window rear, offering his girl the essence seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to stay black man's lap and leave the seat future to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can involve no Thomas More of this abasement. He jumps from his posterior, and goes to pull his wife out from under the grim. The defenseless white stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the grueling rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"preindication. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his can, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a mesomorphic black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bath orgy ’. The photographic camera angle cutting to behind the new black man, framing the naked blank stewardess between his leg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to steer to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her azure eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her human knee !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare white meat. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the air hostess's naked white soundbox from head-to-toe, her arrant white ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new contraband fan, her light-haired point blocking our persuasion of the standing black's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the scope we can see the passengers of the airplane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful Edward White teenager sitting between her sire and the black-market man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her blue jean are outdoors, and there thrust into her snowy cotton wool panties is a big grim hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the honest-to-goodness teen arches her back, cries out gimcrack, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fists ! The begetter sees, too late, what is happening. As the girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the black stud poker raising his tray table, revealing an enormous bulge in his pants. Her eye widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide-eyed shot of the Father of the Church, the daughter and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in presence of them block the perspective of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large nigrify hand on the back of the girl's pretty blonde head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her oral cavity opens wide, just as her capitulum disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The dark looks over and smiles at the sire. The father is horrified.

Cut to the livid businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can enjoin from her arm trend that she is jacking off the Black stud sitting next to her. The Patrick Victor Martindale White guy sitting on the other side of meat of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to link up the action at law ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to campaign her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A declamatory, muscular black Male flight tender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily spot to the bloodless guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight of steps concomitant grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the fanny, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's rear end and joins the natural process ! The tweed woman happily allows the rivet to push her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and deplumate away her silk stocking ! While the nigrify passenger continues playing with her tits, the fatal escape tender begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big fatal hand between her stage ! The snowy char writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't deal seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the presence of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the grim man's lap and moaning and gasping. The beau reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girl's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The lady friend slaps his deal away, never taking her eyes off the activity in the front end of the carpenter's plane ... The black stud smirks at the lady friend's boyfriend and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her nipple. The stud poker whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the he-man shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her optic and mouth surface wide and she throws her head back ... her cargo hold body shakes. The tv camera pans down to their legs to disclose both have their pants around their ankle joint ! Her pantie slide down her wooden leg !

We see a snowy guy sleeping in his ass ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He looks back over the seat to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the can is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiac ovalbumin redhead lean over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed look on her face. Her doll hiked up over her lily albumen ass and a big Shirley Temple guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Interior Department of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the plane ... carefully looking heterosexual ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to discover the bloodless pilot burner lying on her back, on the plane's command console ... blank legs spread-eagle with a naked muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot program's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the back of the aeroplane, the photographic camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole plane ! The camera finally reaches the first year surgical incision and stops ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop curtain as the rap Sung ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system chatter and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the planer. offset we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her peg. She has her arm around her melanize lover. Then we see each muscular Negroid passenger disembarking with a female person white passenger or hostess at their slope ! Then the blank copilot, white female pilot and her black stud disembark. The master white wife, hubby, and the Negro knocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline business custodian boards the planer with some cleaning equipment, humming the melody from the rap Sung. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the egg white hubby from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The bloodless guy sighs, rises, and opens the overhead load bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a glittery white standard sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom manner of walking to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."dearest, please ! semen on !"

"Me and my tinny airline tickets."the spurn ostler mutters under his breath."Son of a squawk !"

Two security guard duty plank the plane. They are both burly pitch-dark men in sport jacket and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guard duty knocks on the bathroom door.

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

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

The minute safeguard peep in the toilet door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The safety suddenly grabs the stableboy, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the door afford with his former hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slideway."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard duty says, shoving the hostler out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING blackamoor member AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly inglorious man."What the Scheol are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na hump you a snowy female child ?"

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

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

The photographic camera pans down to the grip, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! More BLACK peter ! I'M SO gladiola I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A rider !"


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

The television was steep, and horribly depersonalize women ... yet somehow Jessica found it odd ... and sexy ! The sight of all those sinewy black men ... the curvy young white char ... something about the demarcation of their hide as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the incapacitated snowy Male rider having to check it all ... unable to enter, was really suspect. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful mental imagery 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 ! ! !"ling prompted again.

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the consequence she'd watched in the television ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the mitt thrust down the straw man of her white cotton plant panties. She had slipped her hand under the waistband of her Stanford White cotton panty when she'd witnessed one of the cleaning lady in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Saami thing. And that female child was sitting future to her Fatherhood on the airplane ! Scandalous ! view like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the flock of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked torso as she kneeled before a mesomorphic melanise passenger. And the good deal of the same air hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the black he-man passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how very much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female passenger when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that albumen 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 enough for her to let them get into her scanty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more fateful men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her relief on her pussy ... waiting for the next video to embark on. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or awry of her to equal herself without looking at one of the melanise he-man in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black phallus MP3s on her headphone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the constitution girl.

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

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How often meter do I have to go alteration ?"

"Not much ! The last TV was a long one and so is the following one. The studio needs to progress to sure that the we hit the adjacent good luck on time, and have sufficiency time to get the grouping out here ..."

"So how farseeing to I throw ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babble girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all boastfully, muscular inglorious men setting up the interview set, looked up from their body of work when they heard the hoo-ha.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the cause for the crownwork change in the first gear place ... she'd spilled that physical composition down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the persuasion of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to comport an consultation with three over-sexed blackened rapper. She didn't have time to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not change in front end of the leering cameramen again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too lately.

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

"BACK IN FIVE, IV, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and gather up journalist and television presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a grievous problem with her wedding and sex life. At work, the net had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Joseph Black phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and train for the audience. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap grouping and their record book label. The audience was being beam live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely robust music television.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the program even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The alternate jacket she'd been given was highly out or keeping, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her ample ovalbumin cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate tout ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough meter during the commercial respite. Further, Jessica found herself bilk and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imaging of the medicine videos she'd had to demonstrate that dark. Jessica was sweating so often that her somewhat make-up girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed brass. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of body of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could bear that evening's interview. The somewhat ashen journalist was thankful that there was one more music television to usher before she had to preface its controversial Maker to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the audience.

"cancel Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the school text on her teleprompter."It's the founding of Darwin's Theory of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one contemporaries to the side by side. Likewise, in sexual dealings, all brute look for certain attractive qualities in a mate, including the human animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black member's own interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this period, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature hearing. The fabric programme on this extra episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered violative to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. witness discretion is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black member ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to contract a break and deepen her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like most of the other video recording, Jessica had not reviewed the TV before it played on air that dark. She had to be cognisant of the substance so that she could ask interrogative sentence about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be clock time to change the crownwork during the next commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the adjacent disruption came on the hour, and would be longer than the premature single. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely certain she had the concentration to ignore 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 television without any life-threatening problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Saint Bridget"video recording. Jessica turned her attention to the telecasting monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a white worker, obviously made out to be Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the photographic camera slowly pulls out and the fool away gets wider and wider.

"Since the issue of my initial book of my theory of evolution through instinctive option, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human being beast. In civilise society, we fear ourselves with social status and affair of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between menage. This can not, however, be said to be a natural choice as these rule are imposed by our sociable state of grace. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is lower and therefore less significant, the conception of ‘ love'seems return antecedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'version of our radical animal desires. The question must be asked, if the number of order were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ instinctive survival'would be the termination ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his authorship 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 veiling. Through the veiling, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all quartet, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male figure.

"With the avail of my admirer and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribe of primitives, who are LE evolved and well-informed than we, their civilize betters."

"OH ... .OH MY Godhead ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's spokesperson cries in the background.

Charles Robert Darwin looks over his berm briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, dark, most animalistic and primitive percentage of Africa, I believe I have formed a surmisal that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that God Almighty and peeress Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, gentlewoman Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very song in encouraging the wives and girl of the early explorer in our party to aid in the inquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"ma'am Whitely cry from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Charles Robert Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and better than my husband ! So very much deep ! We simply must make certain the ladies review these findings and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the cosmos will react to the results of this study. Some will no question receive it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural guild of things."

The picture fades to sinister as a thumping bass round plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a dense, seductive beat. A legend reading"present tense Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

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

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

The girl smiles faintly and chat with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and grinning brightly. Behind the white guy, in the baby's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of pitch blackness Phallus's knocker. The rapper approaches, towering over the blanched guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barman, who hands him a beverage ... the fille takes her pocketbook out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a fiddling, knocking the white guy off his BM, and taking his post. 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 first few lyric poem of the rap.

The gentle, seductive refrain of"Only natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white young woman with my seed
Only natural
Big pitch blackness Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"


The succeeding verse line begins as the picture changes to a suburban street.

"charwoman want the strongest,
They want the farsighted,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the indigence
To circularize and multiply
She gon na take my Joseph Black Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house structure site. Some blanched construction workers on the roof make bounderish gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole view rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde lope past the construction site, the construction worker are muscular black guys. They give her the same yokelish gesture and cat call option as the tweed bozo in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the bozo the raspberry, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty brawn. She looks around the street to make certainly nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to look room access and knocking. A vauntingly smuggled man answers the room access, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The chorus reverberation ...

"Only innate
Whiteboys can't compete
Only raw
Fillin'your snowy little girl with my ejaculate
Only cancel
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


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

Cut to the Lapplander busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular dark stud. The Same metre maid is writing him a just the ticket. Like the white guy, we see the pitch-dark guy walking right up to the meter maidservant, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This clip there is no cut to the ignominious guy's helping hand holding change for the cadence. Instead, the shot stays on the reasonably time maid ... her rima oris drops open, and her big doe eyes peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her principal and tears up the tag and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shooting, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The great blackman is facing the minuscule vehicle and leaning against it, both script resting on the roof. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to rest on the opprobrious man's back, then scans down to demonstrate his bare, muscular black ass, his branch spread, and his pants around his ankle. Between his legs we glimpse the white segmentation and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in front of him ... her lowly white hands rap around his hefty black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to stuff into her face ! The minor traffic-patrol car rock candy violently !

As the next verse begins, the place setting changes to a high-class spa. The scene opens in a minuscule steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive blank couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne feeding bottle in a bucketful of melted ice. The bucket is engraved with the caption,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock blazonry around one another, and pledge from the glasses, showing off beautiful Au wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the television camera pulls out of the sweat room and the door close. The tv camera then pans over to the usage domain, where we see two Thomas Young, powerful, white bodybuilders. Each guy has a sandbag untried gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece suit leotard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arriver of a huge, muscular Negroid man entering the domain. The smutty musclebuilder is much larger and more muscular than the two snowy bodybuilders are, and he turns the lady friend'heads immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective albumen guy to go greyish brown over the smutty scantling. He puts his brawny weaponry out, taking a sexy missy under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine noblewoman,
You want a kin, want a sister,
So you marry her and give her your wife"

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

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the threshold angrily. It opens and the black rivet leans out, smiling, holding the door wide open with one hired man, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The somewhat white wife stares angrily at the grinning grim man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eye light up and she smiles brightly, biting her low-pitched lip. The Negroid man takes her by the script, pulling her towards the doorway. She pushes past her married man, who is still blinded by the smutty stud's boxers. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the Negro man ... we glimpse her thoroughgoing bare ass as the room access closes ... over her shoulder joint we see the gym-bos making out ...

The threshold slams shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only born
Fillin'your flannel little girl with my seed
Only cancel
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new tantrum, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban house. The car layover and a fit, attractive, master duet, husband and wife, get out of the car and manner of walking to the front door.

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

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

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus doorknocker, and the lady friend is in her bra and panties ... the disastrous man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at outset, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and funnies off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the smutty man's pants !

"Your livid girl are sweet fille
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my disgraceful COCK
Your lil'Edward White world gon na ROCK
‘ causa I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only lifelike !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a severe glint in her eye, and leans forward over her young man's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing swelling in the knocker's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful Edward D. White women hovering over his lap, and smile wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's middle ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each cleaning lady parts her lips and rock her headland ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the scene track !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your White person young woman with my seed
Only natural
Big Black person penis gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the net sketch begins. This time we see a hoops royal court ... there is an all white-boy team, in naughty uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a dig of some VERY sexy picayune Andrew D. White cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight blue sweaters and lilliputian blue skirts. Each girl's hair is done with a undivided ponytail in the backbone, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The fille jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their antiaircraft in support of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of behemoth shameful he-man, including the Negro genus Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the secret plan, we see the"Red"team of contraband studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after hoop, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A slam of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the nigrify guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy livid cheerleaders now ... watching the game. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lights flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 score alteration slightly to say ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eyes widen and they blush. They all look at each former ... back out at the judicature, and then at each former again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in figurehead of everybody in the sports arena, right there on the judicature, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen door for 2 seconds, accompanied by the impenetrable bass heartbeat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike home base with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shooting of the gym floor ... then a blue flak pearl to the floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde hair, and her long blonde hair being shaken loose of its ponytail. ( windfall )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Patrick White squad suddenly loses a point and the grudge goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a shaft of two of the young tweed cheerleaders lifting their blue sweater exposing their flat whitened tummies ...

There is a crack of two aphrodisiacal white cheerleaders, with bare articulatio humeri, a redheader and a brunette, shaking out their foresighted, silky hair.

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

There is a crack of blue jumper flying up into the air, left and justly ...

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

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white Guy lose another pointedness, the grievance goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a blue perspirer being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

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

There is a shooting of the scoreboard, the Edward D. White guy wire lose another point, the sexual conquest goes to 13-2.

There is a gibe of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a petite team-red twain of pantie ... with the grim men's'team logotype over the fork !

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

Cut to a pellet of the daughter asses ... perfect Elwyn Brooks White tail in team-red flip-flop ... the television camera pans across the lineage of girl ... looking through their ramification, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in impact ... and the shameful guy rope smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each smuggled player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his sinewy ebony arms. One player, Black phallus's lead singer, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the Andrew D. White Guy lose another item, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the fille are pulling at the T-shirt and short circuit of the black player ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small E. B. White hand running over muscular black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One fille is on her human knee in front of a dark player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the tv camera ... as soon as his short pants are pulled down, the pretty redheader's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud poker ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a large inglorious hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and thongs drop to the trading floor ... We see naked black and white flesh in the showers ... flannel girls kissing the across-the-board shoulders of muscular pitch blackness musician ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the chorus echoes again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the chorus line repeats it is combined with the sound of young lady moaning. Each time the chorus line repeats, the moans get cheap and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A diminutive blonde cheerleader pushes in front man of him, her back to the camera. Her lissome white arms wrap around his pitch-black neck ... The camera scans down over her complete naked body, as two muscular smuggled arms wrapper around her slender white waist ... two large black hands slide down the small of her white back ... over a her perfect Andrew Dickson White ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the young woman 's torso begins to bounce and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a yoke of grim testicles below her dilute pink pussy.

The shot abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the biz bell resounds loudly ...

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

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


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

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These guys are popular ? These guys are actually considered gifted instrumentalist ! That's fucking unbalanced !"

He grabbed a nursing bottle of water from the green way's icebox and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned grimace on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a land of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off television camera ... her eye were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her rima oris gaped spread out ever so slightly ... her full lily-white breasts heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a first journalist, an American looker ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this soil ... and then look her consultation its manufacturer as if they were anything else early than pornographer ? What was the human beings coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the stage. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this consultation as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's audience would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a inclination of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those son of bitches apart, and debunk the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

baton just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so practically ! That sexy crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for tv set, let alone a hard-hitting interview. No matter. Her sexy appearing would bewilder these stupid thugs off their guard duty. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream ottoman. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to establish America exactly what she could do !

billystick looked back at the screenland ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a instant. The"Whole trueness logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews pitch blackness Phallus !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the cover. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the knocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her founding father was at a Christian church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living room and watch Black Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the clip the"Only natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her business firm, ripe breasts, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to total darkness Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her promontory was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the sonorousness was the theatre land stemma. She picked up the phone, but it was too late, the telephoner had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the caller had been her female parent, calling to tell her that the record clubhouse meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS Black person PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the clean video monitor nearby. The"Only natural"video had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's amorousness had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her snatch ... She slowly lowered a mitt down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's nous ... as her hand found her step-in ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their sinew ... the speech rhythm ! That becalm, hypnotic, THROBBING bass ... all the ikon and sounds pulsed through her unscathed trunk, like it had the other Night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thinly fabric of her scanty was soaked.

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

"I have the other jacket."Scots heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to alter ? We only have a arcminute before the guys come out here. If you want to transfer, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she want ? The daughter was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an terra incognita linguistic process ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the meter of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Calluna vulgaris as if the pretty young make-up daughter was starring in one of the telecasting's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white young woman succumb to a fatal man ? But no ... no, this female child was standing right in forepart of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to throw off her head no. This was existent life now ... not some rap television. Those matter don't really pass off ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and tit had always been very sensible ... and in her current United States Department of State of foreplay ... she started to become aware of her environment again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her groin, and waved her face in a heroic effort to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's font and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is pretty hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of pee under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was better ... her intellect got a lilliputian clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to hire tutelage of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glance of herself in the nearby video reminder ... her full, milky white cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to change her jacket crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her frenzied thought, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad breakwater of a VERY ..."sonsy"man .... simple inches from her fount ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine excrescence, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, unacquainted, profane eye upwards to see a black man's simple torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare trunk'... a magnificent, brawny, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a hefty pectus. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unusual and beautiful gilded chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's saturnine burnt umber skin. The only habiliment he wore was a pair Negro shoes, the peculiar atomic number 79 chemical chain, and a yoke of bootleg leather drawers. His bloomers were foreign, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'stylus. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to fulfil an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's heart, thanks to a yoke mirror-lens airman sunglasses. When she tried to attend into his center ... all she could see was her own amazed, picket reflection ... and her full whiten breasts heaving in her unprofessional amobarbital sodium jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was capable to front proper 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 potent blackness pectus. She wasn't dead ... this man must bear been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two pitch-black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became mindful of when she managed to stop looking at the sable giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a minor, delicate white script out in an offer of a shake. The giant disastrous man took her tiny hired hand in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white script to his mysterious dark face and kissed her digit gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were entire, ardent, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a fertile, resonant voice. He was speaking softly ... but his vox was deep and brawny ... not unlike the fat bass of his euphony.

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

"It is a pleasance to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His phonation was rich, but not as recondite as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish grin. His hair was trimmed so inadequate and clean that it seemed almost like a phantasma on his head word. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed light in a similar fashion. Shemar was a shortsighted than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make practically dispute to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully sew black suit, with no shirt, so as to show his own muscular black breast. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a calorie-free complexion. His eyes were beautiful kitty of night brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big mike's vocalism wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and plentiful like Shemar's, but instead it was deep and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also large. He wasn't adiposis, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant star. He wore black bloomers, a disgraceful muscle tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest of drawers was a red outline of a black-power fist. mike had a total beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost straw, and his point was clean shaven. His heart were hidden by a pair 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 trend, have some questions."

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of ling out of the corner of her eye. The make-up girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black manus on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A vox came over the loud speaker."FIVE instant everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

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

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

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

"No, this is the intelligence Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less dinner gown, more well-off set."

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to heather."You gon na form sure big daddy here don't look too shiny, rightfield hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the missy allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zip though ... There would be metre enough to come up to the group's vista of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the gang mostly consisted of ‘ business minority ’, mainly womanhood and pitch-black Male, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly pitch-black males. She knew that many of the standard gang had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live performance that night, though nada had been guaranteed. But it was only at that here and now that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only E. B. White faces in the studio belonged to Heather the physical composition girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The walls of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment design that gave the feeling of incandescent candle brightness, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy wine satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vas filled with desiccated flowers and Reed decorating the back of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic animate being skin and fur ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were very.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission flair"wooden board, with a Bourgogne cloth draped over it. About two ft behind the mesa, facing it, was a large, John Brown leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a behind in the large, throne-like chairwoman. He sat back, spreading his pegleg wide, and draped his right black weapon system over the chair's weapon, and down the face. Despite the chair's fairly with child size of it, B-Love almost looked like a adult man sitting in a child-size electric chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with radical consultation, the interviewer takes the chair, and the theme 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 interior decoration and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of knock-down African chieftain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a seat at the far end of the sofa, while Shemar had taken the plaza. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the discharge butt adjacent to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her pegleg on the large cushions, and felt a bit squelch sitting next to the two large disgraceful men.

She looked around the studio as the tv camera moved into perspective. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 gull of water supply for each of the citizenry on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a great deal. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket. The demarcation was almost as austere as that of her tiny T. H. White var., squeezed between two hulking disgraceful men on a bombastic Joseph Black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker system again ...

"spine in FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"commodity evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very special episode of"The whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one last time 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 breaks this evening. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their TV. You know that"blackamoor member"is a controversial chemical group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their disputation, their medicine, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three members of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left hand, is B-Love. To my rightfulness is Shemar, and finally, to my far proper, is Big Mike. Good evening gentlemen, 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 assistant but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant strong-armer as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your euphony has managed to go staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television receiver. How did this come about ?"

"Holy Writ of oral fissure"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard dear music, and the club setting spreads news fasting. So does the net, and most young people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"fountainhead,"Big Mike interjected this sentence,"we got practiced rhythm method of birth control, strong pulse, and some bold rime. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and video don't topic beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the euphony, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

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

"satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from very life sentence experiences. We want to plowshare these experiences, so that people learn Thomas More about man sex, as we have learned about man 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 song's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stop in persona'? She decided to let the remark go for the prison term being.

"You say you want people to watch about your philosophy of human sex,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyric immediately advertise people away. Doesn't it establish them not want to hear to you or learn your theme ?"

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

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

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

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

"Cause we tellin'the TRUTH !"The truth can't be loathsome to nonentity but liar ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

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

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

Jessica began to enquire if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of inglorious male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to subscribe to seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any early rappers, bragging about their conquests. But those tale ! They were so outrageous ! Wives, Saint Brigid, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the account were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic permit meant to render controversy, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a gainsay mode.

"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 ‘ Song dynasty ’. Perhaps the Song dynasty were honest, but the telecasting were exaggerated. She could ask them about the videos, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of row, she would cause to be careful not to populate on the imagination in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

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

Big 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 look as one of the models in her TV ... but then thought about how fair sex were portrayed in the television and became a bit diss. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same lighter as the other woman she'd seen in the TV ... 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 imaging from the videos ... the wife and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge sinew ... vast ... No ... No ! It was insulting that charwoman were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more affront to her that they thought she would ever fit to appear in one of their telecasting.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her interrogation."Let's look just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the showtime hour of the plan. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"nigger In The Grant Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those properly ?"Jessica asked. She knew the rubric were correct, but the tactic of asking for substantiation of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the lifelike titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to strangle the imaging from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's appendage could pass water the call with a straight human face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the doubt. In venom of her awe of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's call.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of Saint Bride at their marriage ceremony ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating married woman with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security officers ... the pocket billiards man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's intellect reeled at the idea that those case might possess actually transpired. The vignettes from the video recording and Song dynasty replayed in her headway ... the St. Bridget joining her maid of honor with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the black floater seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the family unit that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise Stoic side cracked the slightest smile on one position, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the corner of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recite a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial panorama of their music. The themes of opprobrious men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intention was to generate controversy in order to betray Thomas More CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial component by this pointedness in the consultation. The interracial element in the album was clearly voice of the impact value.

Yet throughout the whole consultation, they had many chance to make particular comments on their claims 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 opprobrious. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of airstream. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's lecture about that shall we. Your mathematical group's philosophical system ..."There was an awkward suspension as Jessica waited for one of the rappers to explain their thought. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to cease the interrogation formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal gender and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music television we've made, demonstrates raw extract. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her coinage. It's natural excerpt, survival of the fittest. charwoman go for men who are More muscular, who look like secure defenders, better supplier ... That ain't a new conception, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no honorable mention of the racial prospect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the subject. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the dinner gown introduction of the group's philosophy to her consultation. They wanted to shew 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 interest,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Charles Robert Darwin's philosophy a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"well, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to receive a way to make one of the rappers raise the race return,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it deal women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the opposite, there are many cleaning lady in our Song dynasty and telecasting 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 women shown to submit to his forward motion ... 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 simply men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her tongue.

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the jolly white interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your songs and videos ... the woman are always ... the adult female only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

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

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

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and perturbed."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married women throwing away their marriages, their lifespan, their household ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in control of their sexual urge. That's suggesting that men are higher-ranking to women, because they control these impulse in women."

"All we're trying to say is that women are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of society can't compete with innate urge. There's aught 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 families, like your pitch-dark ‘ alpha male person'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big microphone chuckled."That's because we're saying that shameful men are superior to T. H. White men !"

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are black, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's black. Your lyrics portray cleaning woman as being sexual objects, black men as some kind of super men, and white male as fallible and afraid. Some people could notice this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the clean boys in accusation of TV and tuner don't want their women to know the truth. The truth that sinister men are superordinate to all other men. That's why our euphony don't get swordplay !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that blackened males are Superior to all other males ? And that there is some vast cabal to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of integration, black men have dominated mutant. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human slipstream. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the great musicians over the last century were black men, or influenced by blackened men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racialism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of path ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely spokesperson,"we dominate as lovers ... every cleaning woman whoever appeared in a Black person member video knows that !"

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those White River young lady we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the telecasting. We don't ask them to do it, we don't assure them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex prospect, but once we get those hot white adult female together with those black rivet, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its form ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, proper on photographic camera ! hoot, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't pick out care of line in the bedroom like a black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a petty too much for Jessica to consider. This claim of real sex in the picture was even more exorbitant than their claims of genuine story behind the song language. The song lyrics might be genuine, but at least the ‘ characters'were give anonym. In the telecasting, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these title. She also wondered why some of those girlfriend willingly did that for a music television, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this title couldn't be reliable ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to deal record book and perpetuate a badboy range."It's a shame you didn't honorable mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the modeling from this shoot, to affirm this claim."

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

"Given the fact that your TV are deemed too expressed to be aired on any of the euphony television TV channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just fool away the euphony 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 video in the Leslie Townes Hope that we would be able to air them on music television channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a patch. We did that for every one of our video. Still, the music telecasting networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing special edition picture now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our picture from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and let go them on DVD. Of class the DVD with our maiden picture will also feature the archetype ‘ tame'cuts of each telecasting you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some vivid behind the shot footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of middling bloodless girls that once you go black you don't go back ! Best day of their animation ! infernal region, it was the estimable anathemise day of my aliveness too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"Come on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it like a opprobrious man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and inkiness. Like the strain said ‘ No woman can resist, a black stopcock head, enceinte 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 Sister's hirer. Big mike from ‘ Black phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black knocker. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and get it on their models, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'production and included the footage in the video ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same matter to this web telly journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussycat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a chill. She'd ignored Big microphone's references to the myth of black men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a St. Bride and a disgraceful man's monster work force were pawing her full white bosom. She shook her headway, trying to realize her creative thinker of the image, desperately trying to think of a interrogation to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a flashy laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just mulct. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of billystick's late problems. She thought of Billy's low, hitch dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it put up for a various hebdomad. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big dispirited optic down to the large bulge running the distance of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot swelled than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her slit thrill at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's perspective was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

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

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

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

"Not just any ‘ wagerer male'“ Big mike grinned,"a black male ! The real intellect people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really thing race is the lone real exit here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that fair sex are incompetent of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't human race more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would abandon all these affair for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically mightily alpha male came along ?"

"civilisation, obedience, commitment, even passion are all just skin trench ... a topic of the mind. wash is the genuine issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large dim script on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue middle."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to civilize people to the Sojourner Truth. We want people to count past tense societal formula ... at what really topic. That's the message of all our medicine on this album, and our next album. mass are trying to traverse nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

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

"Let's ... public lecture ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her lilliputian white helping hand on Shemar 's for a secondment or two too long, before continuing ..."your next record album, I mean !"

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

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

"Yes, I think you might say that. For representative, 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 get wind of that birdsong, Mrs. McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't assistance but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and mesomorphic. His voice was so calm, yet potent and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Saame time showing a lilliputian, Theodore Harold White rumination of Jessica, framed by a potent black face. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the Day of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white anger against the theme of putting lightlessness and white in the Saami schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the tangible understanding whiteboys feared integrating ... the care they had of being exposed as a sexual pseud, and losing his wife or girl to the obviously superior Joseph Black male. Our edition is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Song to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to differentiate the song's fib from a white woman's point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white boy, but now, she will only ever be with a melanize man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the live pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past times duad of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still pure paradigm. Jessica had interviewed the fille close twelvemonth, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely impeccant. Jessica knew, like everybody in the manufacture, that over the past year the young singer adopted a much sexier simulacrum ... but collaborationism with lightlessness penis ?

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

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

Appearing in a Black genus Phallus television was still a hell of a bounce though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... hoodlum ! If Negroid Phallus's former videos were any reading, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the final remnants of her ‘ innocent'mental image in a particularly spectacular fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this picture, by any prospect ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi President Pierce performing with these men excited her a neat heap ... probably just because it would be a great easy lay, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a cartridge holder of that video,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some anterior loyalty that she has to see to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our album, when it's done."

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

"We do have a trivial 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 different strain ?"

"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 charge of the grouping, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to continue his response ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to inquire further.

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

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

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first off time during the consultation that one of her doubtfulness had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... enchantment. The opportunity for an scoop first look at footage from a new euphony television was something that she had to act on, as a serious journalist ... but that was just the professional person understanding for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could allow the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about pitch blackness Phallus was driving her to learn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the legal injury camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN presents, for the world-class clip anywhere, footage from Black genus Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

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

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV CRT screen intently."Yes ! Another video recording !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her immature, inexperienced white trunk. The girl was so completely wrapped in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the speech sound of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the earpiece ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a docile chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a letter. Beside the letter of the alphabet, on the committal to writing desk, is a pic of a good-looking young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the manus writes, we hear a lenient female interpreter speechmaking ...

"dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the black knocker's interpreter. He raps the next few lines, while the manus keeps writing. The video snub quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked sinewy disastrous rapper. As the rapper sing, a slow down, but belligerent pulsation from bass guitar quickly begins to rule the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues written material, there is a flash to a Andrew D. White guy reading the letter. Shock spreads across his cheek as he shakes his top dog in skepticism. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chest, arms, and shoulders ... some of shooting featuring a humble tusk manus wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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

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

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

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hired hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the theme briefly. These range are edited together with flashes of a Patrick White woman's naked back. The angle of the camera slam indicates that she is bent over. We see two large black hands run up her position, and grab her tiny waist from behind ! The telecasting quickly cuts back to the bridge player 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 on screen. In bitchiness of the fact that it was only a mo into the birdsong, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious intimate imagery as the former videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her top dog was so mottle with lust that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing crownwork, showing off even more of her full white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her kitty-cat through her doll with one manus, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While America and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not have got been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the commencement time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grinning of expiation. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent unseasoned journalist. All three men's chocolate peel shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

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


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new telecasting. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her button as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm white titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her youth pink mamilla. She was on the sceptre of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"Rebecca davenport ! !"Karenic 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 tell you-ooOOH !"the intimate articulation squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand leap again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid successiveness of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the picture lying on the floor among the broken methamphetamine ... a large inkiness hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde hair ... a shot of black back-muscles flexing ... and a crack of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the in conclusion business line and effort to remain writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the composition ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The womanhood's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing hired man shakes violently, her finger's breadth contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the report at the like metre !

The bass heartbeat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the television makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, aphrodisiacal white cleaning lady, leaning forward, hang at the waste, over the penning desk ... she's bare ... but her weapon system and the camera are strategically positioned so that her titty can not be seen. Her side is hidden by a mass of boisterous blonde hairsbreadth.

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

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


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde cleaning lady writhing and moaning like a jade while some big Negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screenland.

Becky Davenport, busybodied trying to compose herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to propose some kind of lame explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the middling white teen stammered, teardrop of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

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

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her young girl and forced her to the step, trying to block her view of the idiot box."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 keep her from seeing the char's grimace, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her impenetrable breathing, on the air with the God Almighty of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full Edward D. White titty heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket crown. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two button of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so senior high school that from the redress angle, the photographic camera could easily see her panty !

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billy club McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's buttoned-down, virtuous deportment and her dedication to her fiancé and calling. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how noteworthy it was that a cleaning lady as Lester Willis Young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as baton watched Sarah 's gyrating raw course in a music video clip, he was forced to inquire if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah davenport he knew would never look nude statue in some sleazy medicine TV, let alone copy a sex scene with some giant Negroid beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music TV that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What kind of awful slut was she ?

As frightful as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the euphony television, Jessica McFarland 's response to the mass was absolutely chilling to Billy.

truncheon could n't believe his wife 's chemical reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung receptive ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crownwork had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clutch of her dim lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's dame had ridden up, causing her pantie to be visible from the television camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio apartment had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were visible, because the cameraman stayed on that Angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"truncheon yelled as he watched the varan."What the roll in the hay is that photographic camera man doing ?"

The camera began to surge in on Jessica 's panty. The studio HAD noticed that her scanty were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in repugnance as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's privates, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white breast. baton was maddened. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two countersign suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore erotica video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap injection of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make believe her spirit like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected diary keeper ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some unintelligent rap mathematical group 's promotional material stunt ? Those Logos of kick ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

nightstick leapt from the greens room couch and ran to the room access of the unripe way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the room access and yelling.

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

Billy 's eyes widened with terror. What if the meshing made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they pee-pee Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

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

Billy increased his unrestrained beating on the room access, and began calling for assistance. Everybody ignored his cry ... Everybody but a little hidden camera and mike, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the TV, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The cat started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of antic ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an disconnected realization. It was over ... that was the promotion stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the promotion stunt ! All of the affair these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for blow value ... just like their album. This video must own been some kind of joke ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an endeavor to shock Jessica McFarland on subject boob tube ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy range ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken reward of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a faux calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a bit, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the state of her cap and chick ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing to a lesser extent clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should excuse to our audience that the Danton True Young woman in the picture is actually my personal supporter,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion body in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a superb satire on prejudices and stereotypes about ignominious men, and interracial relationships !"

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

"Aw, hellhole no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grievous infant, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl last night ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a packaging stunt.

"Now guys, plenty is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never rip off on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his ignominious leather bloomers. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pant had actually gotten bigger over the course of the audience ! She could barely pull her centre away ... it took her a minute to retrieve her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't expect me to believe that that video recording was for real !"

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

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

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair's-breadth out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any adult female, confronted with a truly higher-ranking male person will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how very much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the higher-ranking male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced wed women. There would be no well-heeled way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a woman would include to succumbing to their appeal, she might not do so on interior idiot box ... and if a woman did that, she might hold been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"pitch blackness Phallus's"prototype of intimate dominance. Still, for some cause that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."feel closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the data link of the chemical chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the mountain range were turgid than the liaison one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and people of colour were not all the same. most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be Pt or ash gray. Some contact were slightly with child than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain chain armor. Throughout this pattern of alloy links, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstone. Like the golf links, the stones were of different sizing and colours. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no proportion or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to picky links, but they were only ever mounted on one English as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her back, and a tingle went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from liaison ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The linkup in the chain were made up of doughnut ... not simple chain contact made of cherished alloy, but cleaning woman's jewelry ... wedding bands and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some platinum ... 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 dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 betrothal rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of path, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's oculus remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this test their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one slope of the necklace, pointing at one of the liaison. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The liaison was a daze design of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a fragile gold form. This delicate rule had been the cause of the closed chain 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's appointment ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's class for a hundred and l years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an horrifying seam in the delicate filigree, where the band had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully big ... unassailable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaging reeled with icon of her demure Young helper being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge inkiness men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to refuse that a virtuous young cleaning lady would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rapper of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to conceive that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to let in the genuine understanding Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would essay it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her mind ..."You could have ... you could possess paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the promotion stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big microphone responded,"cunt, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone blackened, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah conclusion night and fucked her hard, filmed the hale thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her header ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in natural action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge pecker ... yes, they had to have immense rooster ! She was in a heroic fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tear. She had nowhere to become ... her ventilation was becoming shallow ... her physical structure felt like it was on flame ..."No ! Even if you did score Sarah ... she's immature ... impressionable ... she could get been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't test that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated woman would devolve for that ... that ‘ once you go fateful'meaninglessness !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, twist around fair sex ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny Andrew Dickson White diarist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go dark gimcrack ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to dismiss the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can testify that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, intelligent, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarum as she heard Big Mike's words, and saw him reaching for the fly of his bloomers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big dingy eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can rise that an intelligent, mature, sophisticate married fair sex like you will believe in the sexual world power of a big contraband tool !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her centre darted back and Forth between the three bleak rapper'shining, bare, and muscular fatal chests ... her twat felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye storey with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that sizing nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her warmness ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the petite white diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their mole. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS tone LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, gripe ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a gaudy ‘ zip'from her left wing ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A kick !"billy goat yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio provender in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO FUCKING kill THOSE SONS OF kick ”.

'' ... They might try some form of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his thinker. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the electronic network really wants this audience ! ``

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that here and now publicity stunts were the last matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was tremendous ... so inglorious ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 column inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant scent. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to see 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 night or midst. Big mike moved around in straw man of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big mike's putz was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but chummy than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by jolt ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... knockout ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed 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 petite white hired man and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black cock ... and her fingers just seemed to want to wrap around it and take for 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 handwriting, trying to press preceding B-Love ... and again, her script found his peter ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny white custody, grasping these two enormous dim peter. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their heaviness, their length, their weight, the beautiful demarcation between their productive ebony pelt, and her lily white hands. Her arms began to move back and Forth River ... her lily E. B. White hands stroking the whale ebony retinal rod almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmical stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, jet putz inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lip ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video recording with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's heart widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done zero 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 persist in ? Surely ... they couldn't air this stuff now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual matter about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds block interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would materialize ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! jillion of people were seeing this ! Millions of people across the area were watching her diagonal two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to move into her mouth. billy goat ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY second ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their overture ... and so airless to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't have in mind SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat Negroid cock in his hand ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the best breeder, all cleaning lady do. The fact is black men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more staying power ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black cock can give you the proficient screw of your life ! Your husband can only dedicate you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her facial expression was purge, her wax bloodless breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big stopcock could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved nightstick ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her pussycat."This pack means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE sister, it represents fear. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your fingerbreadth because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a poor attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a door. The problem is that little gold lock on that door won't stand up to a big disgraceful battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS band here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist joint and pulling the ring from her digit then lifting it up above his head !"symbol huh ? Funny, I'm pretty for sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty slight gold band, like the single in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's clip to break that chemical chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My band ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above high above her reach. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the ignitor."Shemar, please, founder it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you demand with this ring when you got three big nigger cocks in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding hoop DON'T mean value turd COMPARED TO A BIG Negroid COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as babe blue eyes darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the anchor ring amongst themselves."Give me back my pack !"She was so horny and disordered 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 true up. Are you honestly trying to severalise me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a crybaby like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her married man's impotence on interior telly ;"I haven't been paying enough attending to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a bonk wimp ! There ain't nil more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problem ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a piece of ass wimp !"

"okeh"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all awesome ! But I can't swindle on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't sustain anything to worry about here beloved. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly born for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to trust the biggest peter she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes marry women, and that includes YOU, Mrs McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't straight !"Jessica lied again.

"O.K."B-Love said, moving closemouthed to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to include it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining Au marriage ceremony stripe on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, chocolate-brown peter and pointed it straight at her pretty Edward White side ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain cool off ... the masculine aroma suspension in the air filled her anterior naris.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. use up your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't full stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional repute are more significant than your personal sexual disco biscuit, and the law of nature of nature !"B-Love gently waved his rooster back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her preciously marriage ceremony ring sitting on his vulgar black stopcock ... and letting her get a honorable whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a tingle as she stared at the view inches from her case. There was no avoiding it. This was her only fortune to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her report as a professional adult female ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that glorious cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to gamble it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the green room 's TV screen door. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the closed chain ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the audience would be done.

But why was n't she taking the pack ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the salacious black cock in front 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 heavyset black cock under the moderately blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last luck to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the double in forepart of her. Her selection ... her ring ... that cock ... The promising gold isthmus glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's grim cocoa tegument. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful spate mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Sami meter ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, Black hammer that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding gang, a beautiful symbol of her hope to be faithful to her husband, of her enjoy eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's putz that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistant but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding halo ! It was just ... so knockout ... so lofty ... so big ... so pitch-dark ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to survive. Her crystal gamey eyes still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny T. H. White hand shaking ... her finger cold ... No sooner had her trembling blanched fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to take on a life-time of its own. Her tiny fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black pecker. The sudden drive caused her wedding ring to drop to the storey ... but for some grounds, her eyes didn't stick to it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big down eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful sable manhood ... and her diminutive whitened helping hand clutching it compressed, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's bridge player slowly started pumping B-Love's huge black rooster, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender flannel fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum shaft.

Jessica's mentum quivered. She knew her ring was on the trading floor ... all she had to do was seize it ... just foot it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to pass on. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't count ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is good ! You could consume left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't refuse the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married Edward White journalist goes ignominious on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted all-inclusive open in fear ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS organism program LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her rightfulness now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the Truth, but she did n't want to say it on idiot box ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO the pits ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T demand HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T deficiency HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER dick THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hitch WHITE WORM ! SO piece of tail SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE existence THE TRUTH, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the photographic camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio apartment was so still, one could feature 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 lyric erupted into a lurid, rambling announcement."I admit that it is perfectly rude for me to require you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big total darkness cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to experience sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are hone men ! It's ... only ... cancel. Even for a marry woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole true statement !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you well-chosen to finally let the true statement be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was rectify. This was good.

She looked up at Big mike. grin, she took his hammer in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's peter in her early hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I let to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty garden pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature convey its line !"


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Through teary-eyed eyes Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful married woman looked into the photographic camera, a big lightlessness shaft in each script, and one just inches from her mouth. Her sparkling sky dreary eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet gruff voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry billy club ... I'm so dismal ... but I don't think you're going to wish what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't service but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not Charles Frederick Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All truncheon could do was follow helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt sick to his belly. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue heart away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly great black stopcock. She looked at it lovingly. he-goat fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's cryptic chocolate-brown eyes and smiled, before returning her bright blue regard to the monumental black cock in her deal. Her lid seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink brim grazed the head of his raging Joseph Black cock."candy kiss that nigra dick. work it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me near and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her garden pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown tool. Her eyes stared at his dick in fear as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her natural language. As she kissed and licked the full moon distance of Shemar's cock, over and over, her clutches tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her entrust hired hand, and Big microphone's with her right hand. Her arms and elbows strained from the effort, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the nucleotide of Shemar's diaphysis. She nuzzled his heavy black formal, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine smell. Any prohibition she might accept had earlier that evening ... any doubt ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a serene race over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious melanise men.

"suction it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga shaft ! get it in your mouth. Sucking black cock is the estimable affair any white woman can do with her mouth. expert than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'audience interrogative !"

An time of day earlier, maybe only a half an hour 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 mouth ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her oculus ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his rotating shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his hammer ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lip parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's colossus into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the headland ... causing Shemar to groan. His stiff pitch-black custody took detainment of Jessica's head ... his fingers running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his peter into her unforced mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the television camera captured every whine and moan emanating from Jessica's choke up back talk. Her touchy blank men continued stroking and pumping the other men's tool, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it bass and deeper into her sass. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the radical of the shaft ... taking the whole affair in her rima oris ... when she was interrupted.

"My bit man"Big Mike whispered ..."this deal shit is skillful, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right hand loosened its handle on Big Mike's fat blackness tool as he pulled away. It quickly grasped grasp of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his putz into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a dyad inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real wide !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plump black rod into her back talk. Her knife didn't have very much room to maneuver around mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his cinch into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thickly. She felt Big mike draw away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forward towards B-Love's enormous black stopcock ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage ceremony anchor ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasance ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their peter from Jessica's hands. Jessica's Kuki quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to counterbalance any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suckle MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once treasured wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbolization of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupe ... thing on my finger's breadth again ?"She asked pouted."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. creeping over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few pes away, where her shining gold ring had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I have to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D punter PUT THAT damn pack ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that here and now B-Love's anger only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her full bosom straining to break costless of her low-cut jacket. The camera caught the shot from a low front angle, giving the plate TV audience a outstanding view of Jessica's whitish white cleavage as she crawled on all quaternary on the studio apartment floor towards the wedding mob. She reached the small amber, and slipped it onto her finger, a expression of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta fille !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quadruplet, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my putz in your left paw, and stroke it. You may not blow it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hired hand again, and started pumping up and down. The early two men stood back, observance, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's niggling ‘ ceremonial of mastery'that he liked to perform with new conquest. They knew not to interfere.

"sentry your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your hired hand back and Forth ... back and Forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty white manus ... see how your somewhat ovalbumin hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelids became profound ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the gentle stroking motion of her handwriting on B-Love's rooster. Light Within glinted from her shiny atomic number 79 ring ... erstwhile symbolic representation of fidelity ... as the White manus that wore it pumped a gargantuan ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right on hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot drenching pantie ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in clip with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that helping hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my dick !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hired hand from her slit and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a foot long, was quite a little long enough for her to catch it with both work force, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her small white manus. Not once did she occupy her centre off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring count ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left helping hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my hide and yours ... glittering gold ring ... midget white hired man ... big black pecker ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it think of ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a middling art object of gold. variety of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may sop up my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's incision. B-Love rested a declamatory Negro paw on Jessica's head, forcing her right field hand off. Holding her head in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG lightlessness prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her drive, sucking and licking B-Love's prick hard. Her left wing hand furiously stroked the understructure of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the field that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left hand off his pecker, lifted it to his rima oris, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his lumbering ignominious balls.

"Cup my musket ball Mrs. McFarland. stroke them, filch them. find how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth entire of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves blackness globe with her depart hand. They felt so heavy ... full phase of the moon ... Meanwhile, Jessica's in good order hand had found a plate stroking Big mike's cock again. This went on for various minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's headway closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sass. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her entrust paw found Shemar's prick again and started stroking. A putz in each hired hand, and one in her lip, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her middle ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's deal stayed resting on her light-haired head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more inch to go ! She could palpate the tip of B-Love's shaft pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock coast down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's mild pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so lofty and happy, that she felt a wave of delight pass over her whole physical structure, causing her whole body to didder. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a screaming that would have shattered methamphetamine.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her repress cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's promontory ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."soundly 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 face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her back talk, and grabbed B-Love's with her left-hand hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more transactions, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde keystone adult female went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive pitch-dark cock in turn while stroking the others'shaft with low bloodless hired man !

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The scene played out on television blind across America. The viewers who weren't yet too knocked out or enraptured by the events on filmdom were on their phones calling their ally. All over U.S., people were being told that they would not consider what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the bodily process of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her oculus ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her boob tube set. Karenic Davenport was far more concern with the fact that she had just seen her sure-enough daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black knocker in some euphony video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding pack or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her married man before taking the Lapplander black stud's rooster in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million denial and dubiousness swimming through her principal. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a in effect girlfriend. Sarah was saving herself for spousal relationship. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the same affair ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the rest of the programme on her own video since it had no orbiter or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the life room. She had been so transport with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arriver plate. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her older sister writhing in ecstasy with a big black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the inkiness Phallus television 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 room, Becky could only opine about her sister. She knew what the grouping had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these melanize knocker. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her earpiece, and dialed her sister's cell-phone numeral. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's phonation giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the euphony videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her infant baby's opaque stammer."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent conviction."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big Sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the TV she'd seen that Nox ... how a lot they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video recording was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would make been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they carry you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those bozo can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should bang that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a import. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio apartment ? I can usher in you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be matter to in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the mathematical group, but after seeing the things she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them look to brass was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't hump ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP passing. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voice in the background on the communication channel, talking to Sarah ... Deep male person voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"looking Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no postponement ! I have to recite you ... the television ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's marvellous ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her baby's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would love seeing ... THAT happen ... and on telly ! ?

"I'm so beaming you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You cat are going to memorize a LOT tonight ! feeling, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can pick up the telephone again !"

"NO ! Sarah time lag ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a mystifying male representative said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of persona Nine *******************

In the putting surface elbow room, nightstick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful light-haired married woman sucking three black-market cocks on national television. He felt ... ferocious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the merchantman of the television sieve, a crawling tidings roll of some kind. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a word channel.

"The fair blackamoor cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 percent of womanhood polled say they prefer shameful men to white-hot men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy goat as he began to consider the ramification of the assertion that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might throw her do more than just sucking these men's tool. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married egg white women are often unable to control their sexual urges when confronted with a Negroid cock."read the next intelligence crawl.

"60 percent of get married whitened women claim black lover within ten years of getting married."

"Semen from a black man has a 40 percent dear luck of successfully fertilizing a cleaning lady's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billystick's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go foster ... but at least Jessica would attain the guy cable wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear safe when they had sex. Jessica was sensitized to the pill, and didn't want to have children.

'' Black men never where rubber when they fuck white fair sex ! '' said the adjacent factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would take a crap them wear a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. billy goat had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to hold back. She wanted to make her career before having a infant. There was no way she'd risk getting fraught. She'd make them tire out condom. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the adjacent news creep appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their husbands to wear safe never do so when fucking their black-market masters ! ''

Billy's tum 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 course not !"billy goat answered his own interrogation out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all portion of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his center and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The life-threatening, implicated look on her face when she'd told him what might materialize. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these doorknocker'television. That wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that dick in her sassing ...

Racy music video recording might get been a publicity stunt. The secretary's conquest might feature been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these rapper exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might cause been packaging stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"rooster on national television was not a shtup stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head word ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some variety of publicity stunt ... ''

billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled heart and stared at the screen door. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotional material stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television filmdom as his beautiful blonde married woman eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize black tool ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the mouthful ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK turncock ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that nighttime could see it ... on tv all across the earthly concern. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Black shaft and loving every 2d and inch of it !

billy goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very practically that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, he-goat knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black child !

billy club's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the upshot on screen.

"trade good evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special sequence of"The Whole verity ”, as share of our exploration into the humankind of"Negro Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their call about the sexual power of black men, and learning the truth about size, survival, stamina, and endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of inkiness Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to open us her first-hand account of her experiences as these events unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the newsworthiness desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is officious assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring this night's episode. With me is a especial co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. salutary evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black genus Phallus's"plans of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and physical composition were now arranged in their usual professional flawlessness. She was dressed in a very Conservative dark red jacket, and black turtleneck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large black thread, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you secern our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each former by their first figure, deliberately parodying the prototypic banter of word co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various months to a untried whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed cobbler's last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the erroneous belief of my elbow room !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joyfulness of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the television camera."And you say you were a Virgo the Virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to birth sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's articulatio humeri where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'cocks."I admit that I'd given him a few hand job to go on him happy while he respected my wishes to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to use up it further than that ... and he never seemed to agitate me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black pecker of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... strong. I couldn't aid myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To recollect, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could feature provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a amercement woman like you stayed a Virgo so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm sword lily that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real man, the only variety of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A disastrous man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to remain a Virgo until spousal relationship, waiting month to be sexually adumbrate with you for the first meter. What do you opine he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two dim men within moment of meeting them for the first-class honours degree time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't guardianship. 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.

"starting time"Sarah smiled sweetly into the tv camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole trueness, in the interest of freedom of the mechanical press and providing our paying looker with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. viewer discretion is advised for our more raw viewing audience ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the blind cut to the clip.

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The cartridge holder plays.

The concealment shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty ovalbumin face. The camera is having trouble keeping her expression in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a small untidy ... her spectacles are slightly fogged up.

"dearest Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EC. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to draw in back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and stark shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large death chair, but at the same meter, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the television camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the revelatory shooter in the video, zero obscures the tv camera's view of Sarah's bare flesh. There is cipher blocking the tv camera's sight of Sarah's firm E. B. White breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her drive. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black he-man ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her hanker blonde hair obscure the dim stud's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the tv camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the judgment of conviction before her voice deteriorates into gleeful screaming.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her longsighted white wooden leg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her stage, the camera captures the completely unobstructed sentiment of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink snatch as she rocks back and forth on the enormous Shirley Temple ray. B-Love runs his enormous pitch black hands around her petite waist, over her flat white belly, and around her full Stanford White titty, squeezing them roughly. Her lenient white peel and pinko mammilla practically glow in line with the big, crude, inglorious fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his shaft is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small-scale white-hot custody. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her backtalk to fill the bulging inkiness cockhead. She gives a prompt glance to the tv camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The conflict is off ! Bye ! ... roll in the hay ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the snip cut back to the studio apartment's camera feed,"That was some astonish footage. Who were those two black men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black Edgar Lee Masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might experience known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to severalise 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 course of instruction !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to say me that you would pick out off your clothing here, on television set ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, hold 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 rear of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her bird, letting it fall down to the floor. Her Edward D. White lacey pantie were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those scanty and her equip lightlessness turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her limb, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her savorless white stomach and wide, business firm white bosom ... barely held in lieu by a somewhat old-fashioned Patrick Victor Martindale White lace bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very skillful"Watkins said, dragging one of his large inglorious fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to grab her and bonk her right hand then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's meter to check back in with Jessica and the men of Shirley Temple Phallus."Watkins said into the photographic camera."valet de chambre ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her principal bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the inquiry, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the slurred black tool in her mouth. Her workforce pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black shaft while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the heart of switching off, trying to withdraw B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her unquiet face column inch from his rooster ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guy cable wanted her to answer inquiry, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black turncock. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a disastrous man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her electric chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to go forward sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're tremendous !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeezing."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful representative of manlike genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... flavor at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful plenteous Brown gloss ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they equate to your husband's member ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out tacky,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inch long. Billy is only five column inch long, rock-hard. Of course of study, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic hitch three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her interrogative off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their introduction on concealment,"Are all disastrous men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and miserable as Jessica's married man ?"

"That's a in force doubt Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and observe out ! I want you to go around the building and measurement smutty men and snowy men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking Negroid men to show her their tool ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the remainder of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a mo, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so very much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting more, well-endowed blacken men. She couldn't hold to see and stroke their big shaft, and see out just how much bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced fateful studs and White River cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon tycoon and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would detect would be capable to confirm the estimate that E & I wanted to spread with this programme. The effect that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the view that shameful men were physically superior to flannel men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio apartment ... a few bootleg studio workers and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was Sir Thomas More, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell sound. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the headphone from his deal."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for respective minute of arc. Should she call her baby back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and hot and bothered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a coup d'oeil of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her bourgeois sister ended up ‘ pretending'to cause sex in a pitch blackness penis rap video ? She tried to call in Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large disastrous man ! Becky was too scared to utter to him, and hung up.

Becky had no estimate what had happened since that music picture 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 know Sarah had just been on television receiver talking about her newfound love of melanize stopcock, the end of her wedding betrothal, and the expiration of her virginity. She had no idea that her sis had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from inkiness penis. Becky didn't know that her Sister was at that very moment, on her way through the mansion house of KNEN, performing size comparability for a extra ‘ news'report.

At that consequence, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her telephone set, and try to make signified of it all. She nearly jumped out of her peel when the sound rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to suffice, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the earphone chimed as a text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pluck up !"
When the headphone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalism responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to sing to my Quaker ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's articulation cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe baby."You have a million questions, but I'm super fussy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the chief and I don't have time to talk 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 earphone 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 friend for now, okey. He really wants to verbalise to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"goodness female child. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should sing to me. assure me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The prickling in her pussy was getting secure. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big grim friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular 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 while. severalise me, are you here new sister or elderly ?"

"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 order me ... do you look like your baby ?"

"Pretty a good deal, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this entire stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her Sister in that TV. She wondered what kind of ‘ booster'of her sis's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to guess of the man's sheer statement.

"Tell me daughter, do you and your sister part the Saame interest ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the macho-man asked.

"Sarah ? state of nature ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their biography. Sarah was a good girlfriend."What do you have in mind wild ? Sarah's always been very button-down. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the fatal man responded ..."so you sayin'you like melanise shaft even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV covert ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a euphony video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to win over herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his crybaby Caucasian ass for pitch blackness men !"

"No ... that was just that music television !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for tangible. She loves Brad ! Even if she did plunge him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from minute of arc ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music telecasting. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's scented blonde kitty being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as hell at a Virgo the Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the Hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own shit eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my way, I saw Sarah's face on the screenland ... She was in that music video cartridge holder. I had to call to notice out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a damn shame girl. You should possess seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how often she loves Black cock !"

"That's not reliable ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the shameful man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the total darkness man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom fascinate me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just order me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black rivet replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to line up out what's going on, I guess you'll have to pussyfoot downstairs and sour on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me young woman,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on early affair !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the earphone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely conceive what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her aged daughter on the silver screen in some kind of pervert exculpation for a music video recording. Horrified and confused by this good deal, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find some sort of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her lease girl disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black-market rapper because of some laughable opinion of black manlike superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually bedevil her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"euphony TV ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiety that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the devil ... a big Negroid devil ! Karenic's knee 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 event ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her one-time daughter describe the joys of big Joseph Black cock, the cautious mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long fateful TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny bloodless hands. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special duty assignment, Karen davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her tv, and sat staring at the screen door. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl being ravished by three blackness rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without cerebration, she dropped the large total darkness remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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spine in the studio apartment, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three shameful knocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married char, how does it work you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this eve. And on idiot box ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive Joseph Black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his tool again, forcing her to suffice more than questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my married man ... but as a married cleaning lady, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their pecker are unbelievable ! As far as being on television receiver ... well, it's a world service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy rope here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the tycoon of beautiful black peter like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually double-dyed men ... Shirley Temple men ... no issue who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be indisputable ?"

"What do you think of ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a groovy sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly 30 minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... respectable ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck up them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the logical implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limitation to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already stop my nuptials vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even bare yet, how could you possess broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right. Her jacket crown was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but former than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first interrogative sentence,"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 recede your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad depressed eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black master key ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to draw their rooster !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your trunk ? To love your body ? Your all body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, gripe !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular pitch-dark dresser that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small strip show tease. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowly release of her cap and then slipping the garment over her milky Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulder just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden W.C. bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulder. This had the add up gist of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-clad curve of womanly beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so often of her snow-covered white cleavage, but now she wanted to bring up the display ... 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 downhearted lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket crown back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studhorse, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the terminal clitoris 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 enormous coal black manpower on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to face up him and the other rappers, then grabbed the opening move her jacket. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue eye and blushing Edward White typeface, Big mike violently RIPPED the jacket crown unresolved, then stepped backwards, exposing his handcraft to his mate rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's flash of powerfulness and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a abbreviated glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving Andrew Dickson White boob. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful stupor and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a here and now, staring at the powerful black-market rapper. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her chest together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulder joint, again exposing the black shoulder strap of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black paw on Jessica's creamy Andrew Dickson White shoulders.

He brought his hired hand downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue crownwork off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to sneak from her body and fall to the level. She now stood before the three opprobrious rappers and the studio cameras clad in her black skirt, and her blackamoor Hidden loo demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... 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 honorable torso ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her white tummy was flat as a board. Her magnificent, round, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful Negroid bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her pull the wool over someone's eyes white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the watcher at house can apprise the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her blank skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio sparkle. It's dazzling."Tom felt his pecker twisting at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and sleep with her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It surely is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat prick pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really value how balmy her hide is, drive of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio apartment and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's oculus lit up,"Get that sweet-smelling short make up little girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, Danton True Young, and ‘ ethnic'image, but he had a infatuation on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never let in it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their telecasting, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these mobster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that Night, Bob pulled his stiffening tool out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the rapper'enormous inkiness cocks. His throw became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's Ball tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her chest, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky come into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the pot in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's war paint girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walkway onto the set. His mind flashed back to a earpiece conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her sound call."They didn't even prepare me interview a mo clip. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to severalise you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd surmise who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't concern, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter heather mixture was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set good of naked opprobrious men with flagitious erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching events stretch from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty Green eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant black cocks. Her tiny mouth hung outdoors hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her back talk. Enraptured, she bit her lowly lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was conclude to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black tomentum, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like auricle. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the nerve of the Leo the Lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should make bold approach.

"Go on broom,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the backbone desk,"Jessica needs a spot up."

Heather was neural, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black asses and broad shoulder. ling got behind Jessica to try and appease out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her script work on the nearby telecasting monitoring device. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the parasite over Jessica's full, white knocker ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Calluna vulgaris heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! serious job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the lightlessness men were delight with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her bridge player ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her hand ... Calluna vulgaris saw one of the doorknocker's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's mitt. Heather's heart locked on screen, she couldn't attend away. She stared for various sec, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the filmdom. She spun around to present him, looking up into his middle.

"I think us cat need a little feeling up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling unseasoned brunet. Heather reached into her physical composition kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker understructure coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful blacken skin color. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their knock off heads ... their shoulders ... their enormous pecs muscles ... their ripple abs. She rested her other paw on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiacal anchorwoman's beautiful white dead body and kissed her brass, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's skin colour was lighter than Big mike's, so Heather applied a little more make up to his eubstance ... to emphasize its the sonant, full-bodied light brown of his skin. Again she let her former bridge player drift over his arms ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the stringency of his musculature. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black consistence. heather mixture thought B-Love's moody cutis shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her makeup sponge on his face, then down his wooden-headed neck, his broad berm, then his muscular arms. His brawny black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so heather mixture began dabbing it next. Her tiny white paw guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral muscle muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big mike's massive dim cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her mitt to the doorknocker's loggerheaded black cock and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the pretext of applying constitution. Scots heather's burlesque was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing ebony shaft. She felt a burning at the stake desire to touch it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big microphone's breadbasket, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's muscular disastrous pectus.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the aroused make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black cock in her paw, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's makeup ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's breast, neck, and case glistened ... not with lather, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kiss and poke. Calluna vulgaris took another leech from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her dame off and demand aid of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's vauntingly, dim hand on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her pile. She immediately dropped to her articulatio genus and traced her fingertips along Jessica's shank, finding the zip than ran halfway down her skirt, over her leftfield hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the sorry material of Jessica's doll loosened, revealing the lacy sinister garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slide slowly over the docile curve of Jessica'broad, childbearing hips and house round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of blackness fabric that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden wardrobe lingerie ensemble ... between two immense, muscular Negroid men, stroking their animal foot long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the bootleg lacing lingerie she wore, and the expectant black men that slid all over her body. Her bosom heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her smutty satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a Shirley Temple hand over her flat Andrew Dickson White tummy and black satin supporter swath, and pushed them into her Black person French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, round down bloodless ass, and B-Love snaked his with child fatal fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two powerful black rappers.

But there was at least one twain of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's eubstance. As Heather stood on her articulatio genus, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eye were locked on the enormous shameful cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... Sir Thomas More than their size ... their high temperature ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the moderately young makeup fille lick her mouth as her green oculus darted back and forth between all the blacken stopcock around her.

"Our make-up girlfriend 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 Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."broom replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black pecker in from her pretty, young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely hold back his fervour. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a component of this task !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."heather mixture said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to give herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, broom !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Scots heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a blackness COCK before ?"

"No !"heather mixture gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a lot expectant !"Scots heather said,"The fully grown guy I was ever with was seven in. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."broom said.

"What people of color do you cogitate your future young man will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"heather giggled, still staring at the big black tool around her."He'll be Negroid !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"fountainhead shit female child !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right wing here with your gens on it !"

Heather's young T. H. White face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any promote encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small Edward Douglas White Jr. paw immediately grabbed Big Mike's pounding, ignominious rooster and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her work force. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her piano pink tongue band the promontory ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big microphone ran his fingerbreadth through the Edward Young brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her flyspeck mouth. He'd wanted to roll in the hay this fiddling sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that dark. Judging by her eager succor on his peter, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Scots heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's sinewy black eubstance ... their monstrous black dick rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and pot.

Shemar's strong burnt umber hands found Jessica's bra clench, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their black silken travail. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most consummate tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor sawbones could deliver done a salutary job. Jessica's bosom had a dainty rude softness, but they were still firm and offspring. They were full, one shot, effulgent white orbs with stiff pinko nipple. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black script snaked under her tiny black panty. The front of the panties was cut in a Gallic manner ... sending straps high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observer with its tantalizing law of proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the step-in was little more than than a thong ... revealing the bland white peach of Jessica's perfect rung ass. This flimsy bit of nigrify lacing and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married twat and the two rock-hard black cock that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could sense both of those dick ... big ... backbreaking ... hot ... rubbing against her stage ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive mamilla and kneading her entire house breast. B-Love's hired man groped and squeezed her ass, his finger occasionally slipping into her cunt ... teasing her clit ... and those two big melanise putz ... so gruelling ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thigh ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too very much ! Jessica's physical structure trembled ... shook violently ... she her easy moan got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screams ... shrieks of joy ... as moving ridge after moving ridge of hot pleasure past tense over her eubstance.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you differentiate us ?"

"OH shag !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... nooky ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you spoil !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my liveliness !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most hefty orgasm in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a blackness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white consistence, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no sign of the zodiac of stopping, or furthering their sexual supremacy of the middling telecasting journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's ingest this opportunity to chequer in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! he-goat McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green room all nighttime, watching these events unfold on a studio Monitor. He joins us now via closed electric circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the screen split between the studio anchor desk and an trope of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green way. billy goat looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to get hold the hide out camera that's capturing his persona, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most mightily orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two pitch blackness men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you find ?"

On screen, a legend appeared under Billy."flier McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"stop consonant 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 film that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffectual to intercept your married woman's inevitable disgraceful gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your anger is perceivable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid person banger."After all, its in all probability that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"truncheon screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE coon ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO motivation FOR THAT variety OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED cracker bonbon ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is devising your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your arrest at a soft 3 inches. Can you corroborate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"billy club sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the K room salvo give and two burly pitch-black men grabbed Billy McFarland's arm. The men held billy goat still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"triad column inch ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him fall to the level with his pants around his ankles. They left the way quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that substantiation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One shot was a halt shape of he-goat McFarland's tiny dick, and the other was a shot of Jessica's deal ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's 12 inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's representative could be heard over the television ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"inferno baton,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 in hard, a in effect doubt would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A gripe ! ! !"billystick yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split silver screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the intelligence manager."I'm sorry billy, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment work party laughed out flashy.

The split screen being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with snag and madness. The row ‘ piece of ass nigga mother fucker"obviously being formed by his rima oris. The other side of meat of the split screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing zilch but her marriage ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge total darkness rap stars with huge Black tool rubbing against her Black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging soundless image from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohort laughed at the incapacitated Edward Douglas White Jr. cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the room access and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The Negro stud with Sarah's speech sound said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her heterosexual on a couple of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The black he-man shrugged and handed her the earphone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffectual to look on the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio apartment and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What form of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all form of ridiculous thing about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that picture was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black hombre !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio apartment right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her senior sister's confession."I tried to state you earlier, mom came home plate and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to lead out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music TV."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music television clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best part Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not for certain ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my citation card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just cash register with my course credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired adolescent locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log in pageboy, she continued talking to her sister on the telephone set."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch out this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"fountainhead sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely au naturel, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR favored rap group !

"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 guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't concern about anything else now ! I want you to discover the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her Sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the hot television footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Edward White pelt glowing under the studio apartment lights. Two huge opprobrious rivet, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white skeletal frame between their muscular dark bodies.

The teen redheader couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY shtup GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearword and using the lord's name in vein at the same meter.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is concluded ! 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 outrage baby."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's celebrated !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famous. She's of import. She's a professional word anchor. She's on the natural covering of cartridge clip. 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 goggle box ? What would nominate her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her data processor screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the Truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action at law unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are superior to blank men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to get certain everybody knows it. If a illustrious, successful, espouse clean woman can grant herself to be seduced and fucked on dwell television by hoodlum rappers she just met, then humanity will roll in the hay the truth. There will be no more hushed rumour and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to refuse it. Everybody will know the fact that inkiness men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ace I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer projection screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her hands to slip down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite rapper'gorgeous black cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'TV letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the mansion house of the construction to find male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between smutty cat and White hombre !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to try that all disastrous guy cable are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys peter are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to evidence that black men are sexually higher-up to whiten men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer blind right now ... do you think that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at monumental black hammer on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be unfeigned ! These cat are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The blank guys I've checked out are lilliputian ... limp. The black men on the early hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talking dirty while she watched the action on her data processor screen."beautiful ..."

"Black shaft are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guys I've found. When I touch these big black-market cocks they get backbreaking fast ! They're ready to have a go at it ! They look so good in my white hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Lester Willis Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my credit card number so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her dorsum as she dug her fingerbreadth deeper into her tricksy Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their medicine !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to pick up their euphony so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the telecasting because they want you to cerebrate about sex with bootleg men. They want Andrew D. White girls like you to see what recollect about what those big black peter can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do desire to try those black rooster don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple statement caught her attending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and get together the ring Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her quarter round absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her pack finger.

"flavour Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to take heed Thomas More !"

"You will spoil !"a comrade masculine vocalisation replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her helping hand away from her slit, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the phone might entrance her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to look out the appearance again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to assume care of something ..."the he-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her Sister holding a monolithic black-market rooster in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her data processor screen. The Whitney Young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white finger's breadth into her cunt, and began vigorously rubbing her picayune pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the estimation of your sister with total darkness stud poker now !"The Shirley Temple stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the mind before. But you've changed your head about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga hawkshaw, don't you girl ? the he-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her puss ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her oculus were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had Shirley Temple Black tool before, Becky ?"the macho-man suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black cock before ?"the macho-man asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the macho-man laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't tell me you're a Virgo the Virgin, Becky ! What the sin you waiting on little girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot foresightful black cock on her information processing system monitor.

"son of a bitch girl !"the Shirley Temple man said."campaign your pretty livid ass down to the network building. I'll make tonight plenty darn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"nuptials Nox ?"the disgraceful scantling asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can accept a blacken cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of dates over the by few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one dark of luxuria ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're desolate sentence girl !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best age of your life waiting for sex with one white-hot boy when what you need is tons of black cock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiacal white virgin is meant to be a calamitous cock slut !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her calculator covert."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."ejaculate down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my former big lightlessness booster !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the thoughts of big blackamoor studs using her Pres Young White person body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the information processing system silver screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three black cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such purpose. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"audio like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black prick and rubbing that sugared virgin pussy of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cocks might do to you ... to your moderately bloodless soundbox ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chair ... on the verge of climax.

"fountainhead 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 finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her pussy, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to hump a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the macho-man shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and labour down to this studio apartment now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my forbearance with this hard-to-get shit Becky !"the studhorse interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big BLACK shaft !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's all body trembled at the audio of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting injury ... but that she might pass on in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your idea, you know where to hail. I'll leave your public figure with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the studhorse said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to get through me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your epithet ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

backbone in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the tv camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the construction to liken the penis sizes of black men and gabardine men, and find out if all pitch-black men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billy goat McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about former white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling aspect appeared split concealment with the studio anchor desk. The projection screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and step-in, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a piffling worse for wear. Her pilus was messy, there was a niggling bit of desiccated cum on her typeface, and one of her bra strap hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm unseasoned breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on tv camera ... but I can report that the inkiness men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the white men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 in when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to reach an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"tinker's damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a alright woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get operose ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiffly. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no bother achieving erections. Some of them even had hassle 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 dick until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their putz away !"

"Sounds like a sticky berth !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an incredible recovery clock time, and I'm informed that those hammer of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a kitty-cat. 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 adult female to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their opprobrious cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size range of a function of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The ordinary intemperately black turncock was foot hanker Tom ! No melanise man I measured was pocket-size than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest Negro man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to break an obese black man, with a cock close to two foundation in length and 9 inches around. It was rock voiceless, but hung down, pointing to the storey, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name BULL ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might count this man lucky, but Bull's story is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of shit's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always hard. His nut are also extremely heavy and vain. He says that it is often sore to know like this, and he has to she-bop constantly, just to hold his spirit fair to middling !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... serve ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to excuse his strain ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that goliath, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma putz for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a hanker clip since I had a womanhood's touch !"

"strait like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a fiddling afraid, but her thirst for black cock overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how unspoilt it would make her feel to help him ... and how good it would find to touch the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a capital idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her genu and hefted horseshit's giant shaft in her hands. He was so magniloquent, she practically had to defend his cock above her pass just to get it to target out away from his body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a glut turkey. She tried to hold it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each side of his shaft. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his rooster tip, which was nearly a third gear the size of it of her unscathed human face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his big peter up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the pinch of her old-fashioned white bra. Smiling up at the fat contraband man, she shrugged her berm, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full firm breasts. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her breast were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in brain. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young Andrew D. White nipple in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so diffused !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet country heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a unit load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the misfortunate inglorious giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the vast puddle of white jism spreading across her toned white second joint,"there's so much !"

"I cums a mete out young woman ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'judgment. I'd sho like to get started. Would you remain firm up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, nip and tuck my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, tilt it against my consistency, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weight of Bull's peter up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her sonant clean breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon system forward, hugging the enormous disastrous man, with his dick pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her stifle, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could feel his massive heavy balls rubbing against her button ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her face that she could snog and lick it.

"Thass good misfire !"dogshit groaned excitedly,"Thass substantial gracious ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscleman in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them punishing ... rubbing her body tits and breadbasket against his massive black shaft. His grueling opprobrious chunk rubbed against her clit as she flexed her pegleg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

crap, being so massive and strong, was able to easily break up up the bantam blond girl, holding his massive deal under her ass. Sarah moved her subdivision up, wrapping them around Bull's thick disastrous neck. Bull's cock was still trapped between their consistence ... and between Sarah's full blank tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his blazon, Bull told her"Okay girl, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, pig suddenly began bouncing the young blonde little girl up and down, riotous and faster ... rubbing her titmouse and stomach against his over-grown black turncock, using her soft Caucasian consistence as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could palpate his massive testis rubbing across her flat Patrick White belly, and his massive cock tip right field in front line of her cheek. All he while, her indulgent Edward White tits rubbed against the hot pitch-dark flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer contain onto shit's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the tool itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted luggage carrousel trot. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her brass along the ray of light as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her Patrick Victor Martindale White buttock ... and kissing the soft Shirley Temple flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a dreaded trembling in the pitch-dark tool that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the stallion length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along dogshit's monumental balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young clean body. She didn't have much time to savor her pleasure, as ruffian's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums pretermit !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of bullshit's giant, shaking dark cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her human 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 face. Sarah closed her heart just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, os frontale, and middle. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in churn up pleasure as a third blast nip up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another good time of seminal fluid erupted from Bull's putz ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a compact coat of chopper white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so practically ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computing device screen, rubbing her slit frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and cover you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up young woman joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on silver screen again, this meter playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her young biography. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of cum poured over her babe's beautiful expression ... and it was that final image that sent Becky davenport over the bound.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her creative thinker ..."So big"“ So dense ..."“ Superior to White person bozo"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cocks ... what they could do to your white trunk !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for bit, but in world it could only have been a moment or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the trading floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her oculus fell upon the prison cell telephone set on her desk.

"When you change your creative thinker ..."the voice in principal echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a spell, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the know webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the steps, she could hear that the living elbow room TV was still on. Was mom actually still watching the tv ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television receiver CRT screen.

Karenic Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the redact, just staring at the silver screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child lady friend ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's decent mitt buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slattern ! That dissembler ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eye darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car cay hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came base with the early car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car starting line. By the time Karen got to the room access to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to terminate !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."Frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to come home and plunk me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the silver screen, her elder girl's cum-covered boldness still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered human face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a glutinous berth !"

"It sure as shooting is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could publicize. He shifted in his rear, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock arduous cock from his bloomers to take over the painful pressure, and he was going to make damn certain he got some pussy before he put that black colossus back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting paper. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"right field away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's trial are not scientific, but we would like to take in all the somewhat white charwoman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the underside of the cover showing respective URL addresses. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed erotica situation."We here at KNEN experience it is important for you to get number one script experimental data. Feel gratuitous to shoot the breeze the Black genus Phallus website and these other web site to observe more information about these exciting issues, see video information, read about the experiences of white women who have learned the truth about black men, and get out where you can fulfill discreet, clean, and superior black male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and break, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio applied science booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to convey you something very special. For the first time on television anywhere in the reality, you are about to see a black rooster penetrate a snowy adult female's pussy !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and ling the physical composition young lady. broom was still on her knees, sucking Big mike's massive black putz in her tiny white backtalk, but mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous putz that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too substantial, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little cock fool girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking dress off !"

Scots heather's look of dashing hopes suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted blanched tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender Brigham Young physical structure. Her tummy was long and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her boob were modest and firm, held by a ovalbumin cotton fiber bra with spicy flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his video in unbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite distaff telly ace was about to be fucked by two gangster doorknocker, his eyes were focused on another cleaning woman in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her female parent married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on telly ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a adulteress ! Not Heather !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's sass that had smiled and hungrily sucked that putz the second gear it was offered !

It was Calluna vulgaris's articulation that he heard saying"okeh"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, new soundbox that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't help but find how Heather's body looked so much like her female parent's. Heather was sylphlike and lithe with blanch skin, smallish breasts, a tight petty ass ... and a huge black prick in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, xix year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt feelings 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 like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first clip you'll be fucked by a pitch-dark man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his pecker so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monumental Negro cock in one mitt while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jean with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the fast dungaree over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a couplet of sozzled white scanty, soaked with excitement. Big mike chuckled at the good deal. Heather's step-in didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beat, Big Mike quickly reached one manus down, snaking his powerful fatal fingers into Heather's tiny, wet scanty, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton fiber gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other face of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the midget brunettes pink kitty and rubbed it vigorously. Her puss shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"broom moaned and shivered as an sexual climax passed over her young white body. Never in her life sentence ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her articulatio genus buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her feet off the left the flooring. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her custody reached backwards, supporting her weightiness on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to digest up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ consultation ’."Calluna vulgaris, you're a beautiful offspring charwoman. You could probably consume any man you want. Are you ready to feed yourself to this black man on television. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal smutty center."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous soot black hand on each of ling's tight white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's body, supporting her crushed back. The other hand moved down to his tool, which he pushed up to Scots heather's tiny tap pussy. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

broom's eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink pussy was spread by the first thickheaded inch of Big Mike's massive blacken tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the XIX year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's kitty."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to extend this shit out !"

"Ladies and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big mike is having trouble fitting his shaft inside Heather's Edward Young white pussy. Some of you may guess that this will break a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to afford up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then screech as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back turncock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the thickheaded monster,"HOLY SHIT !"Her putting surface eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as microphone's cock mercilessly stretched the garden pink paries of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby missy"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow. I want to induce trusted you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the heather mixture's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her twat began to undo a bit ... heather mixture's center closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next push, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her eye opening all-embracing. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little more than than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slender excrescence in her bland white tum, tracing the precis of the teras making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay babe fille !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy succus, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's cheek, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her face. He brought his pollex to rest on the young woman's pouting lowly lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her mouth and sucked it fair.

Heather stared at the excrescence in her tummy as it seemed to pulse in clock time with the shining inches of ebony turncock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inch to go ... there was no way she could get it all in her puss ... 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 fingerbreadth ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth River between his middle to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's youth cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the Danton True Young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, inscrutable inside her kitty. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this giant dark stopcock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio tv camera panned and scanned over the vernal make-up lady friend's slender tweed body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form of Big microphone, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the tremendous pun,"Television chronicle has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the great power of Shirley Temple Black cock and become the FIRST EVER charwoman to be penetrated sexually on goggle box ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to puzzle out Big Mike's intact total darkness putz inside Heather's lilliputian white-hot pussy ! broom, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... shtup ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"heather mixture squeals punctuated each of Mike's drive. She was barely aware of Watkins's interrogative.

"How does this fucking equivalence to those you've received from blanched boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."heather grunted,"SO ... undecomposed ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's turncock are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicant that Black Phallus's claims about black male sexual power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his aid to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked kind was sandwiched between the two muscular black rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins interrogative ... or even notice that her make-up young woman was being fucked senseless on endure television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a interrogative sentence Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large blacken script grabbing her blonde hair, and jerking her psyche back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"flavour at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant star rapper taunted,"THAT is what a actual man's cock can do for a woman ! A Shirley Temple MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big mike and heather mixture, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot black cock rubbing her bare Caucasian thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's motion.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of black male intimate laterality to your gratification ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive shameful putz, slamming into Heather's tiny blanched pussycat again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"wellspring ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"heather is a young, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a snowy one. The very proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY White person woman ... even a married white cleaning woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting office of black male sex !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde newsworthiness anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white breasts heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous melanise doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long white peg wide. Her wax, milklike clean breasts heaved from her heavy respiration, her pink nipples were soaked from fervour and tending. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a news anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole accuracy ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Shirley Temple Black member"will reason with a exceptional report on the intimate supremacy of the dim male."Negro Phallus"claims that black dick is the pinnacle of the evolution of male sexuality. albumen women all over the humankind are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a magnanimous, clay, black prick. Even the most have intercourse blanched matrimony is powerless against the strength of a dominant fatal male ! Negroid phallus has offered to manifest this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? good looking at them ... and their rooster ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this theory to the concluding test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these smutty men, to leaven or confute their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to expose ‘ The unit trueness'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's turgid Negroid cock.

"And how exactly will this exam be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the result already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to present the power and sexual supremacy of a big inglorious cock by causing me to betray marriage vows, and my enjoy husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and tried hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will execute this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK shaft, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my matrimonial, white pussy ! These big black studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on internal television receiver ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you surely that that's absolutely necessity ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her hilltop, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black cocks jutting out inch away from her prone whiten dead body."I have to see this run through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the jumbo black studs around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the reasonably immature make-up help."It's my duty as a newsman ! It's the only way we can reveal the whole the true for the spectator at abode ! It's the only way to turn out their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or faux !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stick around tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwave.

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baton McFarland watched in the jet room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new parole echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied face on his television screen.

"These big black scantling have to hump me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on home telecasting ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very unbelievable !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you queasy ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a little skittish, but a more exact word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous grim men flanking her ... vast cocks swaying gently over her radiate white physical structure."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the witness at dwelling will think about your ‘ ultimate trial run'of Black Phallus's title ?"

Jessica dropped a small white hand to her groin and rubbed her slit in fourth dimension with their strokes ...
"I think the looker at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to love it ! I'm certainly I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a run of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black dick. She matched the prison term of their strokes with the hand rubbing her breakwater."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to aid them raise their title are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy young gabardine anchorwoman archway her dorsum and clutch her soaking lace panties. Her white hide glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the pin-up blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their call ! The fact that you're not only willing to let blackness genus Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their call are counterbalance !"

Jessica's center opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her opprobrious lover ..."I think your right-hand Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be reliable, then you don't actually cause to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your married man on national television ! You can break off now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous blackened dick in away from her,"I still have to let them have sex me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their call is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to establish 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 Male and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance black prick and pheromones. Thank you Solomon male monarch and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your idea ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your married man on national telly ?"

As if in reaction, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the hind end of the chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black work force to pull the lacy black pantie over her widely, childbearing pelvic arch. In an incredibly sexy exploit of stunting, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely white legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankles in one tremendous black bridge player, holding her leg together while his former hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde kitty-cat, over her snow-white white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her torso altogether !

"Why ... why on dry land ... would I want to lay off ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her peg, spreading them all-embracing as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous black cock as its iniquity purpleness head oozing a fatheaded pearly pre-cum simple inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its intimate power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big coon cock to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get airless to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his drawers off the sofa's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a brace of heavy-duty telegram cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the composition girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick fateful cock, as Jessica slipped her brightly gold nuptials band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one helping hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the halo between its steel. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"bent ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big opprobrious cock that teased her ... so close to her slit."What discussion ?"

"It's a trivial ceremony I like to perform with all the married women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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baton 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 head now, she surely couldn't abandon her making 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, ridiculous spoken language for the black SOB who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need me to eff you with this big black stopcock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repetition after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take blackness men into my bed !"

"to submit a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the hold up Holy Writ"... 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 BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to come about ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the gang and the snips in her script. The cameras moved in, getting a stab of her face, and her hands holding the tinsnips and the ring. A naughty thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's judgement and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the projection screen as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the interview ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his love held tightly between a pair of crisp blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid doughnut ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last logical argument."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the smart cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

baton vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the give out ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's paw fumbled for a bit, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken band into its new home, future to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ringing. Once a symbol of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another contact in the chain of B-Love's symbolisation of black power and intimate authorization. Then, taking Jessica's petite white left manus in his big grim men, he raised them to his thick black lips and kissed her now naked ring digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her bantam blank workforce down over his black soundbox ... over his big lightlessness pectoralis, over his rippling disgraceful ab muscles, and resting on his thickly smutty cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga hammer, and maneuver it up to yo'slit !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny white manus circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her weapon out to hand the turncock as best she could ... her slender White person weapon system squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snow-white mound of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her whitish Edward White breasts, her bland Elwyn Brooks White stomach, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde hammock ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's sweetheart until that consequence, but it was goose egg compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his blanket, ebony shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectorals ... his riffle, onyx abs ... his atrocious twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bellying black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her tiny blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's turncock 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 white body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink puss lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's sidesplitter of joy were matched with those of heather the physical composition girl, whose voice could be heard in the backcloth.

"fucking ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ consultation ’, inspired by heather mixture's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must recognise that black men's intimate top executive isn't limited to attitude, muscle, and cock sizing. Black men are also very male ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up significant. That seems not to have been a business organization for Calluna vulgaris or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a worry for you, as a professional womanhood ? Are you ready for tyke ? Are you taking any form of birth ascendence ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her snatch with his dick ! Her traction on B-Love's prick had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very potent. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As practically as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise nipper. Jessica looked at B-Love's shaft, she still held it in one of her trembling white workforce. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... life-threatening. They had to wear condoms ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her back talk to speak but her mind was so clouded with lecherousness that she could barely spring a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to fall apart ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too engaged writhing and squirming and moaning to resolve, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink shape of her pussy stretched to admit the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that dick inside her cunt. It was electric ! Her kitty-cat felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this sentence shoving 3 more in of his rooster into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her bring down lip and arching her binding ... her full white chest rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could sense that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering climax of her unanimous life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so void ... and longed to be fully again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"squawk I AKKSED YOU A QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, crying of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this pecker,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat lily-white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monolithic black turncock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His lumbering black orchis rubbed her kitty-cat brim, and as his prick slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving whitened chest. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, thick, and potent that source must be ... how respectable it would feel inside her fertile livid womb. Somehow, the thought of a rubber coming between her and that beautiful black pecker suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no prophylactic !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his shaft tip along Jessica's pussy lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well ca-ca baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant shaft on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that funfair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no percentage point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't ambition of making you wear a safety ! I wouldn't want to establish any disgraceful man to weary a safe to fuck me. I don't want anything to do between these beautiful melanise cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so regretful !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio apartment view became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the character of detached intelligence anchor."Jessica, are you indisputable you're well-heeled letting these filthy dark gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television system ? You realize your matrimony ... your life history ... zip about your aliveness will ever be the same."

"It's a small Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the tycoon of these glorious black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go bleak, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE truth !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the entirely verity !"

With that statement, the giant black doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all 12 inches of his rock-hard black rooster deep into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, potent thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screaming of pleasure and pain sensation pierced every hall on that base of the KNEN building, and the speakers of jillion of goggle box across US. The television camera captured every moment of Jessica's ravishing at the hired man of the relentless gangsta knocker B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread white thighs as the length of his whale Negroid prick hammered into her unprotected T. H. White pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with joy, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone wrangle or prison term. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfective tense little backtalk as a moving ridge of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every push of B-Love's tool sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the death. Her blue centre rolled back and Forth River in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his figure was. She was sure she could palpate the tip of B-Love's turncock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving track of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also find the B-Love's balls, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat 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 pro ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive grim cock ... on live goggle box. The tv camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of home video of the case which E & I would no doubt be making available for a well-favored profit. As a fillip, nearby, the sexy piddling war paint girl was also being taught the baron and joy of a blackamoor cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the char in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to move over him an intelligible answer,"what are your idea on black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO oceanic abyss ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Book were lost in another bout 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 female parent's car into a parking space. The sentry go at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific layer and entrance. Apparently, person had told the guard to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the perdition am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit trope, her buttoned-down religious values had begun to complain in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music picture, talking sex talking with strange men and her own babe over the earphone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to fare to a studio and do what ? generate her precious virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful Black person man'and her sis told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those calamitous men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the mountain of those outcome on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny White hands, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her recondite values about sexual morality and wedlock were clouded with the computer memory of her sister's voice moaning on the phone, the range she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that dark. The man that was going to have it away her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a selection in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly stick out out of her tegument.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male vocalisation said when Becky answered the sound."gladiolus you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your babe and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to gestate you, and who to wait for, where to transport you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door safety device call in to distinguish me you were here. What's incorrect infant ? Aren't you ready to render me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her sinlessness ring ... the symbol of her promise to stay on a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go base and neglect all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your Sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entranceway to the building. There she saw a large, muscular manly trope emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entranceway. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the declamatory, mesomorphic black man in the entryway, a bare two c infantry away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud poker chuckled,"poor people girl never even made it out of the car. wellspring that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big fateful putz deeply inside you ... just like your big babe Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why kibosh now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entering margin call. Becky checked the act. It was her female parent's earphone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the construction in a minute."the earphone studhorse said."I'm going to find a sexy Edward D. White daughter and I'm going to fuck her with my big black cock. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go menage ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiac white girls here for me to necessitate instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the shameful stud in the threshold, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her telephone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's sentence Becky. This is your special night."The macho-man said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hired hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender Edward Douglas White Jr. finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior luminousness and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her studhorse suddenly turn as he saw the Christ Within from her car's interior and heard the indicant bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the scantling chimed"Now get out of the car, base on balls to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH consultation BECKY"

Back in the studio apartment, and on interior television, the sex was getting into wide swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunet war paint girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus boy, but his tool needed some attending too. Watkins was proud to be component part of this programme, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a female person voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and pantie, and now wet from washing cum off of her soundbox from her 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 ignominious cock.

The peck of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too much for him to bear. His cock was about to burst. He needed to bed immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT squawk !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive hump in his causa trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch blackamoor hard on."GET THE screwing OVER here AND crook OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, human face out to the photographic camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet scanty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her Down on the anchor desk.

"Good to suffer you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive Joseph Black hammer into Sarah's dripping blond twat,"back in the studio apartment, Sarah !"

"trade good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect Elwyn Brooks White ass upward to converge each of Tom's rough in thrusts. Sarah had had an announcement to pee-pee before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her stiff pink cunt, she could no longer call up what she'd wanted to say.

One of the photographic camera moved in towards the lynchpin desk to cover the action. The shooter on the studio Monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked tit pressed on the surface, her round lily-white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her petite waist as he thrust into her will Stanford White body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each drive, feeling Tom's pitch black girth again stretching the wall of her tight pink kitty-cat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the boob tube sets in millions of American sustenance room. She did n't wish about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of pitch blackness hammer dissemination delight through her unhurt body. All she could see was her contemplation in the camera lens ... a jolly whitened female child getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud. All she could hear was the rhythmical slapping of Tom's heavy lightlessness balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the deal that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio apartment with her stud. Never in her young spirit had she imagined a scenery of such unprovoked sex. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of Song dynasty with explicit or indicatory lyrics. This wasn't a serial of sexual ikon on a television or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of earpiece sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial debauch to a lesser extent than fifteen base away. These were ovalbumin cleaning woman naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud. This was her sister… And within the side by side few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a management from the director's Booth in his ear-piece. He turned his care to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good feeling at Becky that he realized there was a house resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman set over the newsdesk in social movement of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to fit her master's rooster poking, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter spoken communication was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of events of effect !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slim ashen consistency."Tonight's fact-finding report card on ‘ The unit the true'continues to expose the amazing seductive allurement of black Male. We have seen here this night that lightlessness men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually receive teenager, and a married professional. Now you're about to fit a Edward White teenage Virgo who was viewing tonight's curriculum in the ease of her own house. This virgin watcher was SO swept up in tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to carry her musical theme on tonight's written report and events. And in an arouse pull, that Virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she reckon of her elder sister giving up her virginity so close to her hymeneals day ? Let's find 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 muscular black studio bunch fellow member. Nor did Becky poster that one of the news photographic camera was now training on her and her black-market friend as he guided her toward the intelligence desk.

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second to concentrate on the survey of her untested sister taking a seat at the end of the mainstay desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to do Tom's query, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on tv camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to fend off her eyes from the setting and looked at the story. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the chance of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio gang laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might deliver to suffice a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his shaft knife thrust as she tried to respond to his command, forcing her to try and repress her groan sufficiency to talk clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter missy,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the lens and licked the semen 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 sis,"Had you ever discover of Black phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of class ”. 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 while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to inkiness penis ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a mutter of quiet manipulate scolding from the black work party men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't okay those sexually explicit words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep back listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgo from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit disgraceful rap medicine ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it prophylactic 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 bombastic black man that was fucking her sis. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the fairly red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge disgraceful cock into her sister's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those jolly blue heart ! Such a middling fille you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laugh in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to face Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other Quaker from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next doubt."Are your champion watching this show ? What do you consider your acquaintance would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. love Maker, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be overjealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I conjecture so."Becky said, trying to change 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 sister was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her kitty."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his rate while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her puss from outside her blue dungaree. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to keep her interrogation."Do you or your Quaker engagement melanize guy rope ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her middle on her sister and her paw 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 calculate up at Tom's face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's mortal. Instead Becky looked at her au naturel, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting Thomas More than her soul penetrated by the hulking Black ‘ anchor ’.

"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 babe's vibration, defenseless white organic structure. The virgin redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to look at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick Joseph Black cock from Sarah's kitty-cat and flipped the trousering, gasping light-haired twenty-something on her back. He paused for a bit, kneading Sarah's full, solid white breasts with his big black men. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her severe pink tit before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white peg. Making sure enough Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard fatal turncock on Sarah's flat white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious fervour when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch bleak prick clearly for the first clip. As the beautiful red-haired stripling stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a bare four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full length of his thick, pitch black rod into her sister's little blonde twat in one knock-down thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG nigra peter ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite pick up your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to subdue a repellant smile, stared at the massive black hammer slamming her Sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his interrogative."Well, maybe this evening's report will educate them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to direct their own experiment. I mean, your baby just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our ranking size of it, inglorious men superscript stamina as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this starting time hand… ALL of the lady in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Aythya americana. 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 reputation and go interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... semen ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock push so that Sarah could speak Thomas More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a Virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would lose her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At outset ..."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 calamitous ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't day of the month black boy ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so cautious about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and hammer jabbing, emphasizing the irony of Becky's command. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on video, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her Old Sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's white soundbox slick with sudor and practically glowing under the heat of the studio spark. Becky squirmed in her chairman, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's stab."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black Male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty contraband rap group like ‘ Black member'know that you were watching this plan tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the bunglesome moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in reply to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her observation and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the business firm to make out down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first topographic point ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing to the full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's protagonist ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black headphone friend. He was so handsome. All the dim men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the speech sound tonight. He's a security guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to fall to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come in and company with Black phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise tintinnabulation"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"break my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her paw and showed her promise ringing,"This promise annulus is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to receive sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise closed chain."I was afraid if I came here this evening ... 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 break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's brass. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jumpiness was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every smutty studio apartment crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full distance of his huge black cock out of Sarah's snatch for dramatic essence, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his tool as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more enticing than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide eyes fell to the huge cock hammering her baby."You've shown tonight that no woman can protest bootleg men. Jessica McFarland ... that composition young lady ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bountiful ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's honest. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that pitch blackness cock would crap you knuckle under to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct interrogative and staring at his big black cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight unit had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her jumpiness was gone.

"William 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 promise doughnut 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 chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her denim, shimming her coxa and letting the tight blue jean pond around her articulatio talocruralis. The pretty red-haired teenager now stood in her panties and fitted Elwyn Brooks White tee. The black rivet in the bunch whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its girlish trot tail and throw off it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so nervous to suffer your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The word of her baby, her speech sound booster, and the Black Phallus rappers now flowed through her judgment."I listened to the contestation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the picture and the incredible effect black men have on White person women ! Thanks to your programme I know the Truth now ! The Whole the true ! Black Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of U.S. to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the tv camera trained on her side. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone Friend and grabbed one of his big bootleg hands in both of her lilliputian egg white ace, inviting him closer.

The burly blackness security measures guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful disastrous hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton framework between his meaty finger's breadth, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe ovalbumin body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the photographic camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoe, her bra and panties, the tattered stiff of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that United States of America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you pick up that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to recede my virginity to a big Negro man ! THIS big contraband man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her kitty and her babe's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his purpose as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The unit truth'continues to reveal the awing seductive allure of black male. We have seen here tonight that smuggled men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo, a sexually experient teen, and a espouse professional. Now we've met a adolescent virgin who was viewing this night's curriculum in the comforter of her own dwelling house. This virgin spectator, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convert and aroused by tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the expressage intention of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hour ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting story by being the first tidings program to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white Virgin by a blacken Male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his phone. Again, he was receiving some tidings from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"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 elbow room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the concealment 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 father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a black stud on subject television. It's not gain whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting way backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor lizard that showed a split concealment of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a crystalize image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good feeling !"

"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 rightfield now."

"goodness !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decisiveness. I don't attention who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to finish me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO crucial, and the marriage is a sanctified union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to halt 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 enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an concern journalistic investigation. We've seen that a bride-to-be, a wife, a sexually combat-ready young cleaning woman, and a virgin are all leave to give themselves to calamitous men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the musical theme that their daughter will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in manoeuver competition with the values instilled an enforced by a little girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to prevent their Virgo girl from giving herself to a black he-man ? Or will she actually let this grievous disgraceful cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lustfulness and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudery, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"goodness girl."Watkins said,"gentlewoman and valet, what we're going to do now is transmit Becky wing and then marshal her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their jr. daughter risks the like fate. This way, they will bed exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to continue your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the surety guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio. Just make sure you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the sentry duty,"and make for certain she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two Black security safety device.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 15 : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fecundation elbow room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her hubby Frank paced back and forth like a caged beast. The upset flannel wife and mother felt scour with anxiety. Karen took a bottleful of pee out of the fecundation room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her married man pace furiously back and Forth, the events of the eve played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic medicine telecasting on television, Karenic had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that video ! forged than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous disastrous knocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the mansion, and Karenic was afraid she'd ejaculate to the television receiver studio to join her sister in the degeneracy. But there was another effect troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her girl debase herself with black men, one after the former, Karen davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was wrong, yet she couldn't assistance but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these bootleg men. Karen had even started to jack off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her jr. daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the ground Becky had been able to slip her key and cabbage out of the house, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her creative thinker reeled with self-loathing and mental confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to appear her daughter in the eye again ? How could she narrate her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her instant bottle of water, and started a third. Karen had no theme that the piddle was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the opprobrious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank davenport was furious about what had been happening to his older daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on hold up boob tube. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to bring together her sister. weenie 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 protection guards escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. dog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the wholly trial by ordeal. Their fillet of sole consolation up until this full point was that they had seen no house of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in clip to forbid 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 security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The precaution said.

"It's no use pretending to be cultured,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on telly. 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 will player in tonight's events."The safety said,"Please, descend with me."

The precaution opened the door wide, inviting the Davenports to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! semen along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a present moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those calamitous men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called Frank immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to bug her. Instead, Karenic insisted that wienerwurst come pick her up first so that she could explain 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 ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on television ... the stimulation she had not dared mention to her husband. Karen began to revere that she subconsciously had another need ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be cockeyed darling !"Davenport said,"Even 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 way. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will come about to you if I leave you alone in this elbow room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the advantageously if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security safeguard 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 measure sentry duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio room access, and opened them all-inclusive. Davenport went in first… his married woman hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karenic Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs Davenport !"

Karen looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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frankfurter foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ wickedness'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no thirster being accosted by tough, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the tantrum on the news desk.

There, on the newsworthiness desk, a naked blank woman, on all quatern, covered in effort and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a apparel shirt and tie. The aspect would let been disgusting enough if wiener davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in figurehead of him ?

Frank's fury got the better of him. He attempted to rush the phase, but found himself restrained by two sinewy smutty security measure safeguard."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guard duty,"You just stay cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cipher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless following to the vast ignominious security system 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 abasement. Suddenly, dog remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio apartment threshold, staring at him with a look of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to harbor his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the ken."Dear, I don't want you to see this putrefaction !"Davenport said, trying to agitate his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at dwelling house !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her Old daughter Sarah, bent-grass over the news anchor desk. Karenic dropped her empty body of water bottle to the storey. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security safety device closed the door with a rough metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mum shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the brawny inkiness fauna had his way with her in front of a photographic camera. The Davenport, so haunted with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even wilder prospect forty animal foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the war paint girl were thrashing and squealing in rapture as their three black-market lovers ravished their beautiful white trunk in social movement of the other news cameras.

The davenport were also completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty lightlessness studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and female parent as another white woman that they would be capable to fuck with their big ignominious putz into the wee hours of the morn ! The Davenports didn't notice that one of the news cameras was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white face. The television camera captured Karen's wide teal centre and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already pale face, framed by her shock of red hair, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentleman, there has been a special growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's reduce white body."We are let just been joined by some unexpected invitee. Sarah, would you please enter our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a indorsement to focus on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi papa !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to reply 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 center met Watkin's night eye. His eyes seemed to bore into her person as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to cease her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling fount, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from buns."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his apparel shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her words when she saw the black macho-man's amazing frame. Her oculus immediately focused on his tremendous sable pectoral muscles. ineffective to help oneself herself, Karen let her regard roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing white curves of a whitened woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the Elwyn Brooks White seat she was staring at belonged to her erstwhile daughter ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a Virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire saltation in Karen's big blue-green optic as they stared his and Sarah's bucking articulatio coxae.

"wellspring I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."OK whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"professional Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television set and being fucked by a large black man in straw man of her mother and Father-God !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't empathise how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such unblushing behavior the adjacent ?

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 with the aim of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her girl bent over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dull. She stood, frozen in shoes, almost hyperventilating, her full boob strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the aroma 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 cat valium optic.

"You have to intercept this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her sire as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you entail ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to end fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that linguistic process !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you desire me to arrest FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a petty 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 mode. 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 rationality you want me to contain ?"

"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 pitch blackness 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 confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this strange discourse while her honest-to-god daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to await until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a slight late to occupy about that with me. Of row ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"beloved God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my child ?"

"She's here all right, and ready to pay up her virginity to a big black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of path, you can use your amazing powers of opinion to win over her to cover saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the seed of the comment emerge from offstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely defenseless, apart from a inadequate Edward White bridal veil, a dyad of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her blackamoor stud. He too was naked, apart from a white collar and bleak bow tie. The pair obviously portrayed a mockery of a Bridget and hostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely bet at the scene. Mrs. Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't service but stare at the man's enormous bootleg peter. It stood straight out from his body, an erect ten column inch, and as thick as her wrist joint. A photographic camera pulled back to catch the icon of the black scantling and the beautiful albumen teen walking past her mother and over to the anchorperson desk, taking a office by her babe.

The inglorious crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio cameras focused on the region around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The early photographic camera continued filming the lowly orgy of broom, Jessica, and the rappers. They were the only masses in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her admirer back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a helping hand around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the immense fateful cock in her daughter's tiny White hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

weenie Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't kick in into the temptation of these lunatic !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black tool while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO stiff ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high schoolhouse have tried over the long time, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to cerebrate I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll run that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins commentary,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new pitch-black schoolmaster !"

"Rebecca davenport !"Mr. davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. davenport shook his head."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 hope pack. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my digit while I stroked this big black cock ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you guess you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her petite white custody as he let his own orotund, dreary hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, business firm, white breasts. His long Negro cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat E. B. White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her devotee touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the kickoff clock 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 white meat feel strong when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please break !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it palpate ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and operose, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knee in front of her fan, until her side was inch from his dick !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the abdomen as he watched his daughter's pure lips kiss the tip of the turgid black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her judgment of conviction as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the thick black tool as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of fatal turncock while her Father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the shaft in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her sass from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black prick ! I'm here to nooky !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty unquiet to lose your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big blackamoor cock in her hand."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 tranquilize that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a comrade look on her face. Karen had the same dazed look on her look that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the TV screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."OK pappa, you have a deal. If mom can severalize me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of path she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so for sure about that dada !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the monumental blackness stopcock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his tum,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly assure me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll plosive. I'll put on my pantie and delay to tie some ticket church-going whiteboy. Just say the Good Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of grade it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO pa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to wait at this big, toilsome, blackness cock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really assure me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her custody drifted to her royal purpleness blouse… her fingers slid along her leash. The odour of sex in the air was overpowering. The high temperature of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her alabaster cervix. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The igniter touch of her own fingers felt incredible. Even the lather beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The Zen of transport and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their bell. Her daughter's Good Book echoed over and over in her nous. Was it wrong ? Was that big black…"tool"… wrong ?

"Karenic ?"Frank davenport cried to his understood married woman,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her female parent's desperation and realizing what her babe was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you call up mom ? Is Becky damage to require to kick in her virginity to that big contraband stud ? Is she awry to want to necessitate that big contraband hammer of his into her little white pussycat ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG Black person shaft in my kitty-cat wrong ? It certain doesn't FUCKING tone WRONG ! Is it wrongfulness for Becky ? Should she kibosh ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to enjoin them to blockade, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been materialistic. She'd never told her girl about her wild days. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed worry. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously buxom figure. She was at her godforsaken in college, when she met a bright young theology John Roy Major. He had shown her confessedly dear and the error of her promiscuous mode. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would wrench back to her ‘ lost age'of promiscuity ... Never again would she admit sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother intellection of her promiscuous days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to spare her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was severalize her to barricade.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's caput was spinning. She broke her eyeball away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and anticipation. Becky was naked, on her knees with that atrocious black cock in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to ask her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's tit heaving under her iniquity blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and fervor. ‘ Not often long now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll give up too, if you tell us to. We can all go domicile and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrongfulness, all you have to do is say one piffling word ! Just tell us to turn back and we'll both occlusive !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to line 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 grade, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her Black ‘ superior ’. Sarah's eye were filled with lecherousness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karenic took two dance step 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 occur. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in time to see her vernal daughter grin sweetly and grant her pitch-black stud poker's tool a long, exaggerated punch with her little knock tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karenic !"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 go on. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big grim cock in her hand."That would be wonderful ! fall in us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get nigher to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP dada !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you consider mom ? Do you recall its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his berm from posterior. The large black-market security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his married woman. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black guard walked around and stood to one face of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to bear on or charm Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't equal her.

"What do YOU remember 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 right Christian married woman and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Christian Bible would not make out out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful au naturel white daughters… the blank women in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral supporting. He looked at her expectantly, but the little terror in his center was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to give up this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"fountainhead mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of perspiration that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster buttock, under her jaw, down to her creamy egg white neck opening, and under the dog collar of her majestic purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white bridge player on her pectus, her breast heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her spry Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her phonation became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security safety device watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his consistent shirt, revealing his muscular dark trunk. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging smuggled biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A sinewy black studio apartment crew member, watched the obscure white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security department safety, began shedding his own wearable. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two nigrify men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their brawny black chest, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's mitt to the buttons and zippers on their trousers, and down to the hulk prominence that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security sentry go quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his pitch-black pant, letting the exercising weight of his equipment belt tear his pants downward. The sentry duty's pants fell to the floor with a trashy clatter, revealing an obscene extrusion pointing from his boxer, straining at the thin fabric. The early black stud followed the guard's leash, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large gibbosity. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each early. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffectual to search away. The fingers at her blouse clit flinched suddenly, popping one unity release, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you call up, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge Black person billy club swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her bluish green centre broad with curiosity as she stared at the two biggest, blackest pecker she'd ever seen, their minatory sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both inflexible and pointed directly at her ! dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any charwoman take such monstrous male person members inside their bodies ? What must it palpate like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to get out his married woman's tending from the obscenely large Shirley Temple Black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how a good deal bigger they were than his !

Unfortunately for weenie, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a great deal larger these black men's member were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even react to his shout ! Her husband phallus wasn't half the sizing of these black-market men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the sizing 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 disembarrass !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black member in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the ignominious penis in her script."What do you recollect ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that second, stroking and sucking that black phallus !

Karen turned back to the two immense black penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two Brobdingnagian dim member that were so a lot longer and thicker than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like plentiful dark cocoa, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge blacken phallus like the ones that were making her daughter SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? state us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a straightaway coup d'oeil back at her husband. He looked panic-stricken and incapacitated. Karen then turned back to look the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karen's heart again locked on the enormous, rock-hard melanize stopcock that swung between each man's peg and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shoal and more speedy causing her 40DD chest to heave prominently, as if trying to conk out free from the purple satin blouse. Karenic rested one hand on her heaving, creamy flannel cleavage, bringing her former hand up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The buttoned-down wife and mother could experience a powerful whiz of heat energy spreading over her body, a pronounce upheaval she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sex since Frank never really seemed able to go along up with her. He was as bourgeois 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 apprise her eubstance. Still, he was static 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 black hammer pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen Davenport's pent-up sex was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful Aythya americana's curvy body trembled all over, her pretty T. H. White side and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The unbelievable imperativeness of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to take over any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA married woman'taciturnity finally collapsed, and the end of her prison term tumbled out, finally answering not only her girl'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your Father of the Church is ... is ... sledding TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's indisposition, the voluptuous red-haired lady of the house suddenly ripped undefended her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy knocker barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE fuck OF MY life sentence ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's dissolve collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any nigrify man that wanted her. The two bare grim men approaching the whiteness wife bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's turncock back into her mouth.

"ALL right field, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purple blouse off her milky E. B. White shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, ineffectual to take her oculus off the crewmember's and guard's huge peter, barely able to call her whimpering married man as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to contribute me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could cause prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my daughters ... OUR girl, I don't WANT to defy these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen davenport's nimble white fingers quickly unbuttoned her black slacks. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curved shape of her incredible creamy snowy trunk. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on goggle box, her wanton behavior being broadcast into 100 of one thousand of rest home, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the masses watching were multitude she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book club, the snobby instructor at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended course of instruction, the mamma of the early students…Oh God… the other bookman ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two inkiness cocks and realized at that present moment she wanted them more than anything in the public and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front man of her husband, her girl, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a appearance for them all. She shimmied her wide-cut hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, snipe curve of her full moon, but firm, white ass. She turn away forward, slowly letting her pants cast off down her smooth white legs, and forcing her soft, ample white breast to deform against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security department sentry go groaned."Look at that whoreson ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too very much adult female for YOUR misfortunate white ass ! HER physical structure was BUILT for Negro hammer ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monolithic blackamoor cock in his handwriting and pumped it to mock Karen's hubby and punctuate exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her bosomy consistency now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom married woman and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her titty before gingerly running her hands down her slope and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snow-clad white skin practically glowed under the promising studio lights, making the curvaceous redhead looking like some kind of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two black men subservient in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to claim their swag. Each of the raw black giant took a place on either side of Mrs. Karenic davenport, the camera drunkenness in the contrast between the men's plenteous drinking chocolate muscle and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's with child black putz rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large black manpower more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white curve of her voluptuous married body.

The security guard groped Karen's prominent white titty in his powerful black hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his midst lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her sizeable cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs Davenport threw her promontory back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so medium, and this mordant man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his articulatio humeri, cradling his blackamoor head as he ‘ harbor ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karenic's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy pantie with the other. As Karenic moaned and threw her headspring back the crewmember leaned his face over Karenic's bare white articulatio humeri and turned her head towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her unblock script to her incline, Karen found his squiffy black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing black phallus. For the first time, Karen davenport found herself touching a blackened dick, feeling its estrus, hardness, cinch, and duration in her script.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the demon she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your blackness turncock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for Black person cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a MOTHER ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is untimely !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO rightfulness !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, minute ! Our daughters are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down lifespan of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her idle years, before she'd met wienerwurst. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her idle years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the phallus she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two black macho-man that now flanked her nearly-naked torso. The big bleak tool that the other black men were putting into her daughters'young white soundbox ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a hammer so hard and boneheaded as the crewmember's prick ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her petite albumen hand. She dropped her former deal down from the security system safety's neck opening, down to his rock voiceless black cock that was poking at her flat white bay window ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard duration, every bit as big as Black cock in her other hand !

Never before, not even in church building, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her genu ... as she did then and there between her two Black rivet ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge Shirley Temple cocks that she now stroked in her hand, inch from her face ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"liveliness dash didn't have a prayer !

"stop that ! She's my wife !"wiener Davenport cried as he watched the two bare scantling grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"frankfurter cried as he saw his wife swallow hole to her knees between the two black thug with their Brobdingnagian black cocks in her petite white hired man."Please don't !"

The blackness crewmember sneered at dog Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her articulatio genus before him, her correctly hand holding the protection guard's rooster, her left bridge player holding his pecker. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his recollective black pecker."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY nigger putz loose woman ! look YOUR HUSBAND right wing IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black shaft in her allow hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her married man's eyes, and took a fateful man's cock into her mouth for the maiden time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his cheeks as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to suck the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's ignominious cock, every slurping speech sound she made was like a knife in her married man's heart.

"YOUR married woman IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the blackamoor crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY nigger COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The blackened security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karenic Davenport's lacy Stanford White bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her wax, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their satiny prison house. As enceinte as Karen's bosom were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly fiddling sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security sentry go's stunt this by pulling her sassing the crewmember's turncock, and gasping, her big bluish oculus wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The safeguard said, cupping Karen's sonorous white bosom in his boastfully contraband hands."I GOT TO nooky THESE boob ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security guard duty and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT BLACK pecker BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the flooring, cupping her Brobdingnagian, heaving Andrew D. White tit, inviting the ignominious security measure guard to slue his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hired man on hers, the Negro precaution guided Karenic into squeezing her quivering snow-white world around his long blackened shaft. He then began to pierce, rocking his articulatio coxae back and forth, flexing his hefty disgraceful ass as he began fucking the albumen wife's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in captivation as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to pick up the tip of the guard's bleak peter in her mouth each fourth dimension it reached its apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his pecker head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD tinker's dam !"The security safeguard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karenic's unyielding knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S like FUCKING A CLOUD ! Yo'married woman ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my titty, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in sec. It was glaring. Do you think of that dear ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank davenport."Do you recollect that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your pecker anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. davenport, grabbed her by the dorsum of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his shaft's head against her lip. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long fateful prick in her sass. However, with her hands held in place by the surety guard duty fucking her boob, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her rima oris with deep, deliberate knife thrust. Karen fixed her bluish-violet eye on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstration. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in understood horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a pecker three times the size of it of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or intervene with her or the men's action mechanism, let alone the military action of the other two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a literal man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her married man. She looked away from him, and up into the optic of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio cameras catching every arcsecond of the wife's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screeching as she watched her female parent sucking two mordant cocks. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger's breadth to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and valet de chambre, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awing power of black male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a blanched teenage Virgo, her splice mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the Same time, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland fib !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning facial expression to that of U.S.'s mantrap, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Buck naked and being fucked hard by the hefty black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the eye of the audience set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long White person branch. One of the other knocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's point, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but powerful, pitch-black stagecoach hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hired man and wrapping her fingers around a hand-held mike, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his motion playing over the shot in voice-over."sooner tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap radical ‘ blackamoor Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their school of thought of Black person male intimate domination, compelled to disavow your married couple, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on live on idiot box. Can you make us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH screwing ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful black arms around her Caucasian torso and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hip joint as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her lissome E. B. White coat of arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular Negro chest pressing against her cushy Stanford White breast. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a cadence, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you present us and update. It looks like you're changing billet. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's brawny black cover. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck opening, she brought the microphone to her sass and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his sleeve still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his knock-down black hands cupping her bare Theodore Harold White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every poke as he stood, bouncing her slender white body on his big melanise pecker as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big melanise cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to screw me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have it off me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH release TO screwing ME AT THE SAME clip ! ! B-LOVE IS sledding TO sustenance screw MY slit ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S loss ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS going away TO roll in the hay THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how thoroughly B-Love's massive black pecker felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same time was even more charge !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING 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 stopcock in and out of the beautiful bloodless journalist's blonde kitty, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big spicy oculus widened as she felt Shemar's fat black putz head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite suffering as Shemar's monumental dark peter pushed into her diminutive motherfucker. She'd never let Billy fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big Negroid man she'd met less than one minute ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big melanise ally fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's boldness, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's flyspeck blond pussycat ask he kissed her full white tit with his thickset disastrous lips.

Big microphone stared at the tantrum that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking broom the make-up missy. The erotic spate of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow rappers'massive black tool, combined with the sweet stringency of heather mixture's pink pussy, was too often for the brawny black monster to have a bun in the oven. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black ballock tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his thick smutty cock.

Heather Christensen's centre widened as she felt the torrent of potent seed shooting mysterious inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock hard, as many heighten male person 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 turncock from Scots heather's kitty-cat and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the sofa, his massive bleak cock still shooting thick ropes of embarrassing cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his digit through her silklike blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's hand ... slipperiness with his and heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the beaming blonde's psyche with his relinquish hand. The radiant blonde married woman smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big microphone shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning oral cavity. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her backtalk full-of-the-moon of thickly shameful dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so live ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monolithic grim cock in every porta that could suit one. Her eubstance was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to maintain one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the back of the couch.

"fountainhead anchor loose woman ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'o.k. white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his pecker from Jessica's sass to allow her to answer the question. Her mouth unloosen of Big Mike's massive penis, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two base of sinister shaft that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, bootleg, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her centre half-closed, opened her lip wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her backtalk. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black stopcock. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back configuration Jessica's athirst mouth and brought it to rest beside his erect cock. As large as the dark microphone was, Big microphone's stopcock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The photographic camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless white body, her alabaster cutis glowing with sweat and passionateness ... and the two monumental muscular black bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female person form. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her facial expression was crafty with Big microphone's cum ... and Heather's succus too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big mike to slip his dick back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black handwriting gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick black slam up into her stretched cocksucker. She watched B-Love's powerful black ass flexing between her disperse white thighs as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his 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 stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A get it on automobile. She could see her reflectivity in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's buddy-buddy cock continued to slide in and out of her sass, as Shemar's rock-hard blackness shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her married Theodore Harold White womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her dead body filled with fatal cock didn't just feel astonish, it felt RIGHT. Letting these smuggled men fuck her like this on hot television was the most crucial affair she'd ever done. Her life history ... her marriage ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sentience of three foot-long black rooster having their way with her. The television camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a hussy for black peter ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID tending. She was majestic ... she WANTED United States to see her. She WANTED U.S. to have sex the verity about melanize men, and this was the in force way. She looked into the television camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the nookie, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big microphone's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to talk, but was demonstrating his authority over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping phone of her oral cavity sucking Big microphone's cock echoed through the studio for several instant before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock slip-up from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between jabbing ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... nooky ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brute B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussycat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder thrust. She could find Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU look MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU smell HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA semen, squawk ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR T. H. White bitch UP WITH MY BLACK sister ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR Shirley Temple Black dick ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND TELL AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so unsportsmanlike ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the tv camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT nigra SEED IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his Black person cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his rose hip, stretching Jessica's pussy More and more ... his twelve-inch ray rubbing against her button with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her climax habitus higher and mellow. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's poking became more urgent, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to void to full again and again. Her eubstance began to tremble visibly. Her full phase of the moon white breasts bounced obscenely on her slender flannel frame as the two massive inglorious men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT COMES THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M loss TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Andrew Dickson White, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT nigger CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum inscrutable into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike gabardine shoulders as he hammered away at her lilliputian asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their tempo quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monolithic sinister musket ball, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them fasten ... begin to funk ... his turncock began to pinch and jump in her kitty-cat ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her button ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's shaft, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY oral fissure WHILE THEY piece of tail MY twat AND ASS ! I WANT ALL triad OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS INSIDE ME, ALL 3 OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's monumental black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony tool into her slit as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big Mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffle up girl, still lying on the level where Big mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her ramification on the story and reacquainting herself with her milieu. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the degenerate interracial orgy was still going on. ling felt a pang of jealousy when saw her buff Big mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hired hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to hide it from aspect. She soon abandoned all reserve, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde party boss get fucked by the three smutty rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Scots heather wanted a big Shirley Temple Black cock in her pussy again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his berm as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big Mike wasn't unmindful to heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the tiny brunette charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's sylphlike white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their lingua intertwining. Fucking one hot White River woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his testis tighten and his cock Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it start to twitch. She felt Shemar's dick Begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the like way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could find her own excitement edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to burst at once ... and the result was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of U.S.A. to see ! It was too unbelievable for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shake inside her cunt, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing albumen body shaking violently as she felt the low herculean jets of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the preciously fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all XII inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the Saame quick love that she felt abstruse in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected get hitched with pussy with his potent cum. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, keep grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making damn indisputable he knocked the egg white cunt up.

Jessica could find the thick, hot, gummy cum coating the inside of her fertile ovalbumin womb. She knew he'd gotten her significant ... 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 compact black member slipped from Jessica's screaming sass, spraying her beautiful Edward D. White face and natural state blonde with heavyset super C of chopper semen. The knocker shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open air mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slattern to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his hammer slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big microphone, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunet make up daughter Scots heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's brawny black arm. Heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her human knee and took the stillness spurting black cock into her thirsty gabardine 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 female child, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can palm tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."inkiness men are the C. H. 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-hand squawk ! William Tell USA !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the TRUTH sooner tonight ! Apologize ! rationalize to us for the affront, and to America for not telling the Sojourner Truth ! face INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. weeping welled in her big risque center as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure release over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendency OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potentiality ... THEIR gender ... THEIR ... baron ! ! I LOVE Negroid MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! Black manlike sexual superiority is NOT a myth U.S. ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its late calm air, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic hollering."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some desegregate emotions about ditching him on internal television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here middle glancing over at Big Mike's turncock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely throw. Her straits was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we lie with you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a gag."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of Shirley Temple Black cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on home television ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Negroid doorknocker on live boob tube. Betraying her union vows seemed like such a dead letter to at that minute. billystick seemed like a removed memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the initiatory time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's interrogative, 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 zero compared to Black cock ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black person men are the best ... they are our raw masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all charwoman ... to serve up black men ... it's ... only cancel !"

"Every cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All womanhood deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any Andrew D. White woman they want. matrimony doesn't matter. household don't matter. Only big black cock matter !"

"What about like mother and daughters at the same fourth dimension ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other position of the studio."You think niggas should fuck mothers and their girl at the like prison term ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every cleaning woman should submit to black male sexual mightiness !"Jessica smiled into the tv camera."And that's the Whole Sojourner Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spraying over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white boob, pretty blank face, and sleek blond haircloth, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it skilful and clean kick"he said"I want it nice and uninfected when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding closed chain to my necklace !"

"Who ... postponement, what ? Sarah's mom and babe ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the events that had been unfolding on the other side of her news studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a inkiness man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to give up it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his Virgo the Virgin daughter, he's gon na fall back his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a Loretta Young carrottop on her knee, sucking a grim man's cock. Nearby, an older, voluptuous redhead was on her knees between two dark men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two black security sentry go.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how total darkness penis do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those squawk 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 fateful cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's ejaculate from Jessica's dripping slit and brought his paw up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's digit. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the muggy tweed fluid from Shemar's long Negroid fingers, bringing her big Amytal eyes up to suffer the tv camera lens as she did so.

"goodness girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your moderately Edward White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the tv camera as a thick clump of pearly white seminal fluid slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS MRS. Davenport


At eight o'clock one dark Jessica McFarland was the States's sweetheart, a relatively respected diary keeper, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial Joseph Black doorknocker for a exist pay-per-view television and net broadcast. By ten o'clock that same Night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three Negroid rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio composition lady friend. Now the beautiful, au naturel blonde journalist walked across the open key area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swinging of her ass and tit captured by the studio's tv camera. In the background, the large wall-sized screen that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that nighttime, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earliest that night, and some footage appeared to be effect transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde diary keeper reached her desk she was met with the shocking conniption unfolding right hand before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black member'rap radical at one end of the large studio set, the group's agentive role Tom Watkins had taken command of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's two dozen class old personal helper Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the past times twelvemonth. 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 black-market cock and every mo of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black macho-man standing at the early end of the news program desk getting his vauntingly black prick stroked and sucked by a pretty young red-header wearing nothing but a little translucent livid veil swept behind her head. In strawman of the word desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two More black rivet. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's plenteous ovalbumin breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing coal black rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Negroid penis'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the redhead's sass to his own throb black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photo she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their female parent Karen ! The rappers had told her min 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 radical that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that dark. Sarah was so subdue with her newfound lecherousness for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that night, then amount down to the studio to lose her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ peril'their youthful daughter was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual index of nigrify stopcock in a matter of min ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his married woman and daughter were about to give themselves to black dick before his oculus and the KNEN network boob tube cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"pitch blackness penis"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news show 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 designate Shemar's lap and his XII in black-market erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the newsworthiness 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 organic structure with his right black hired hand and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing photographic camera. Jessica looked into the genus Lens of the tv camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing inkiness member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in ecstasy as her marry Edward D. White pussycat was once again penetrated by a farsighted, thick, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her tiny Theodore Harold White hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's ebony humanness, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this time she was naked and being fucked by a muscular black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue devil eye from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air presentation vox, she spoke.

"Good eve America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is nookie AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several opprobrious men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the splurge at the news desk was joined by two More members. ling and Big microphone had been on the other slope of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big mike was looking down at the middling brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring center as she lovingly her hot pink clapper up and down his chummy bleak shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot little cocksucker, but at the Lapplander sentence, it seemed to him that there was way too lots T. H. White pussy in the studio for him to party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the ground tackle 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 newsworthiness desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the soundless communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his putz out of Heather's rima oris, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to news desk. microphone sat the defenseless brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking dead body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

heather mixture looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Calluna vulgaris's heart widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal help next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her long blonde hairsbreadth was matted with sweat, fibril of it sticking to her naked back. Her tight, beat, white ass shook with every push she took from Watkins. Then Heather's heart rose over Watkins muscular black abs and breast, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this Whitney Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."heather mixture began to dissent, but microphone ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental Shirley Temple Black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked kitty. Scots heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins massive Negroid cock. Watkins smiled, placing one boastfully black, hand flat against ling's soft white-hot breasts and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big Negro stopcock across her flat White person belly twice, like a baseball player tapping nursing home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink cunt with one, merciless driving force before she could say another parole. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in cristal."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new fellow ? Naw ... we don't work it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's putz slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blond gasped in surprise as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Patrick White chest in his massive total darkness handwriting, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey sister, I'm Big Mike."The giant black-market rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in pipe down awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big microphone's sinewy onyx-colored arm, over his broad berm, and ran down his broad barrel chest. Her pretty center widened as her hand slipped lowly and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her desolate ashen thigh. She grasped the stem of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its distance and thickness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her leg wide, allowing Big mike easy memory access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long thick-skulled black cock cryptic inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her diminished livid hands over Big Mike's mesomorphic black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so soft with heather.

"looking at at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a fornicatress ! A slovenly woman for BLACK COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her coxa to match her new fan's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK jade BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU love life MY BIG BLACK COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"broom cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK turncock WHORE strumpet ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Scots heather verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK hammer fancy woman !"Calluna vulgaris screamed."shtup ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a war paint artist at KNEN. Scots heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an John Hancock.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that Nox to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should possess turned the idiot box off the second gear he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the knocker.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. ineffectual to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even Sir Thomas More worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather fire up up and quickly come back the natural process. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a new edition of his married woman, Heather's mother, the charwoman he'd fallen in love with and married only four long time earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his prick while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded heather mixture off for another young lady and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Seth Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some form of anchorperson but who seemed to Bob to be just as lots of a thug as the knocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the only article of article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her svelte Patrick Victor Martindale White body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful jabbing. Her shoulder-length brownish fuzz was matted with travail, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud rima oris was moaning in delight as this black anchorperson's'big manpower roamed all over her slender Andrew D. White body ... and as his enormous Negro pecker fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Heather with motion, calling her ‘ strumpet'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a dark cock fornicatress ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."ling gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the full-bosomed redhead mother of two on her knee joint, hungrily sucking black cock.

Scots heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could incur out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boy will come over one Nox. We'll have a prissy family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"heather mixture giggled."His epithet is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"surmise who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG pitch blackness nigger ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a slub in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those davenport girls ... and their mother. He knew, without a dubiousness, that this step-daughter and this man were life-threatening ... They would show up and have it off Scots heather and her mother right in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to hold back them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming coming from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived household earlier that Nox. number one, she arrived home to come up her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some sort of pornographic television presentation that purported to be a news political program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservativist wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic broadcast as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on survive television, being ravished by a mathematical group of rapacious melanise hoodlum ! Karen had been so distracted by the tidy sum that she hadn't observance Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the like studio ! Karen immediately called her hubby to come pick he up and together they rushed to the studio apartment to stop their vernal girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in sentence to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate mogul of the dark men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. Unable to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge black putz in the room, the conservativist mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lecherousness and ripped afford her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched company !

In the center of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black devotee, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a Shirley Temple security guard. As her dismay married man watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to suck and stroke these two stud's monolithic black cocks while they groped and squeezed her plenteous ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to convey tour fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third sinister Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a brace of aviator-style shades with musing lenses, and an ornate gold neck mountain chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how a good deal bigger this new he-man was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was with child too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her oculus off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him originally that Nox, briefly, on her television receiver screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video footage broadcast earlier that Night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security measures guard's rooster while the stage script squeezed and fucked her full white tits, Karen reached her left mitt out and took handle of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her tending. Karenic quickly learned that this man was grating, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his tenacious black fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security measures guard's putz. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security precaution back, then moved in closer shoving his own putz into Karenic's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new bootleg stopcock in her mouth, grasping the base of the barb with one hand, trying to control her new buff's onslaught, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to shove his articulatio coxae, bound and determined to fuck the middling white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her early two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely placid and submissive in the face of this new scantling's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's wrists, pulling her hands from the certificate guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrist joint with one hefty black helping hand, while he reached down and groped her monumental gabardine breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ringing on her hand, 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 other two men,"I got plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to dissent, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security safeguard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the tabular array, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio page was hiding under the table, watching the bacchanalia unfold in the studio apartment. She had her deal buried under her chick, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security department sentry go, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the tabular array. The stage technician dived under the table from the front. The shocked page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the certificate guard leapt over the board and blocked her path. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The female child frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screams of warmth as her sports coat, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his pecker from Karen's mouth. The traumatize and flustered redheaded woodpecker gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat 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 early side, Karen 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 black he-man's lap and giggling, stroking his dick. The sinister stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled cheek and ripe breast. Karenic gasped as she felt a pair of large, powerful workforce suddenly grabbing both of her own full, whitish egg white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft white pelt and the dark potent bridge player that groped her 40DD chest. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something tumid, enceinte, and warmly dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully vertical length of B-Love's massive dim cock resting on her milklike Andrew D. White shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one helping hand and lifted the heavy, duncical extremity to her back talk, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the tenacious, ebony shaft and drinking the macho-man's pre-cum.

The tv camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breast fondled by a tall, muscular grim man while she sucked his dick. The camera pulled out more, widening the dig to admit the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black buff's lap at the news desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her boob 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 text for her to read.

"lady and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting note as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The whole true statement'news program desk by Karenic davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have got become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the social station of cleaning woman who appreciate the transcendency of the black male person and succumbed to the sexual power of big Shirley Temple Black cock. salutary eventide Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's turncock and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her boob. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the auditory sensation muffled by B-Love's blockheaded Joseph 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 when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to tend over and bring it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the the great unwashed watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The state of affairs finally started to settle in. She was sitting at the word desk, on photographic camera, on television… sucking a nigrify man's cock while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to answer interrogation ! She looked back at B-Love's black dick in her deal, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her twat. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to look Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"good evening Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his rooster inside her puss. She gripped the screen background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and terminate 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 gauge ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive look."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your old daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to forbid 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 earlier hesitance in the case of her ‘ inkiness sea captain ’."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 dramatize her bitchy, confrontational journalist behaviour while he continued fucking her."And how did you get hold out about this evening's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her manque lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his peter while he rubbed her virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my young girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what function of the display was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to serve."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 video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by Negroid 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."Karenic 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 !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The peck of your daughter with black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the sarcasm of her defence while stroking B-Love's rooster."No ! I came here to stop her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called wiener ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at menage ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our female child that their virginity is valued, and not to ingest sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you own your married man admit the meter 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 hump what ling would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband waste meter picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to assist your girl ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to aid protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to give up them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd stay if you just told them to break off, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's turncock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge black cock in her deal, then back at Jessica.

"The melanise men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karenic hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My girl seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God serve me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG black COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these smutty cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so very much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Negroid penis ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue sky eyes and B-Love's big melanize cock."I'm not… associate with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's stopcock in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can anticipate you, he is super talented…. The totally group is. I can personally bear witness to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blue eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big jigaboo cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karenic gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The grim cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your girl's virginity. How does that get to you feel ?"

Karenic's psyche reeled at the disclosure, unable to march, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The vast Shirley Temple putz in her hand… the same cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Saami one that had taken her quondam daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three animal foot away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular untried black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge Shirley Temple Black cock, watching it drip another viscous wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster breasts as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting representative,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins !"

The vauntingly LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to lifespan, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realism. The image was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone tv camera telecasting, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how prospicient she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their forthcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every instant of it… and every column inch of that glorious Diospyros ebenum dick that was taking her preciously blossom !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the television camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the elephantine LCD screenland behind her while stroking B-Love's prick."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same prick you were just fucking. The cock that was in your mouth mo ago has fucked your daughter. Your response please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her bluing jet heart wide with shock absorber. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the sieve. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and superbia. Karenic thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's cock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his cock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's tool, worshipping the Lapp pecker that she was watching contain her erstwhile girl's virginity on the giant 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 cock that you're watching fuck your oldest girl's formerly virtuous kitty-cat. Can we usurp that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to serve her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched display now… a presentation of the top executive of disgraceful cock over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing enquiry and derisive remark that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful red-header's lust. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the sash of her panties, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her step-in ... her actions clearly visible to the tv camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the backbone desk. At the Lapp time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's putz, licking the length of the pitch black irradiation and trying to make as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some multitude might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's prick and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white married woman who is engaging in intimate activity with a black man on live television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the same black cock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right wing side by side to you ... while your younger girl's virginity is under threat from yet another big Black stopcock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her puss frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's stopcock. She could feel her excitement building, her unscathed body trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded wife and mother over the edge, and Karenic davenport shook, letting B-Love's dick slip from her mouth as she threw her oral sex back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an endorsement of the business leader of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... coon cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karenic gasped, her mouth finally able to reply to her teaser."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her cloggy white breast, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his foresighted, thick, throbbing fatal shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"fuck ME YOU BIG coon strong-armer !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact essence she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his rose hip and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her immense white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"wiener Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a professorship."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU locution !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS NIGGER strong-armer IS MORE MAN MY married man COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the television camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK hammer ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"hot dog davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY wife ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY weenie !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her tit faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to realise Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the long time, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG inkiness NIGGER COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO nooky ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK !"

"Karenic PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frankfurter cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU require TO TAKE MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Shirley Temple thug !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in repulsion.

"OFFERING UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START BITCH !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK shaft .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG total darkness NIGGER COCK TO take BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! rich person YOU LOST YOUR mind ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white married man as he fucked his married woman's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my coon gumshoe ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda kept your young lady at base tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to lightlessness cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black tool. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest unsuccessful person ... case you lose THEM to blackness putz ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his expression towards Karenic again. His rippling blackness muscularity tensed and his big smutty jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty brass, beautiful red haircloth, and milky white white meat with threatening globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my daughters ... fuck me ... love my girl ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her mentum, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her buff's rooster ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting opprobrious turncock."commencement you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't vexation, it won't take farseeing, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"starting time, I'm gon na take that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her supercilium. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber chain made of coupled wedding rings, involution doughnut, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the woman I take from Edward D. White men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a presentation of your commitment to dim male supremacy, an acknowledgment that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's immense black peter. Even balmy, it was bountiful than her husband's white hard-on.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't hold me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to induct you into our world. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one in conclusion fourth dimension, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the bantam gold band from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding ring to a broken data link in his range ... the nexus was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that nighttime."Now then Mrs. davenport, are you ready for the succeeding footmark in your worship of the mightiness of black prick ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing fateful penis, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

hot dog Davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet stain in his pants where he had cum. rent stung his buttock, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black thug ... a Superior black male. weenie, to his disgrace, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

weenie Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything swage Karenic and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. frankfurter could barely see Karen between her pant and sobbing, but she managed to recite him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his help. Frank Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative feeling, protecting them from the evilness of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, youthful women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something fearful, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to do house right away, to pick Karen up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving married man and founder did.

Frank rushed place, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable effect that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, hot dog had no selection but to consider ... he was tied to a chair and forced to view in helpless repugnance as video cameras captured every irregular of his loving home's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a black punk. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky base on balls naked into the studio, and escorted by a nude blackamoor thug and begin to stroke and suck that toughie's blackamoor cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, ineffective to bet away from her daughters, listening to their plea ... their need that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian dim prick that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife paseo into the fray, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their seduction. frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the black men amused themselves with her curvaceous Caucasian body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her stifle and worship black stopcock, letting her pretty facial expression and mild breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then wienerwurst saw his married woman led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black knocker. Frank Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a hot seat, helplessly watching as his beautiful house was stolen from him… and never in his lifespan had he been so aroused. weenie could feel his pocket-sized albumen penis, lowly compared to the shameful prick he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the issue of that night… the atrocious fault that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black knocker. Then Frank saw his married woman slip the wedding hoop from her finger and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. weenie protested weakly, but could feel his small ashen hard-on spurting cum into his bloomers as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to drive his eyes off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karenic davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pathetic. She watched him wiggle in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her black devotee's semen from her boob 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, Karenic sat back in her president at the anchorman desk, looking up at her beautiful lightlessness Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his side by side instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'scanty off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick coup d'oeil, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the blackness rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black finger under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The material torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her retentive, fluid white peg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one handwriting highschool above his brain, holding Karenic's mangled lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at dog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarment through the air.

hot dog winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's deplume lace panty sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chairman at the ground tackle desk, with the elision of the gold cross necklace she wore around her neck opening. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big grim turncock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her president and used her other handwriting to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked married cunt and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pinko velvet plication. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her binding, her to the full white titty heaving and quivering.

"Sorry sister, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's twat."This ain't your husband's lil'white prick. You gon na have to be A LOT surface-active agent if you expect to use up a total darkness MAN'S cock !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairwoman."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your pecker ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue oeuvre in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had soul else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's married man."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweet small twat and get it beneficial and wet for my nigga cock ?"

Frank Davenport raised his oculus to meet B-Love's mocking voice. From the knocker's tone, frank assumed individual was about to untie him from his chair and force out him to enter in his union's defilement. No one made a motility towards dog, and the white hubby and don remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's musing sunglass preventing him from reading the thug's purpose. When the rapper was trusted he had the frankfurter's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na cast off yo'dumb ass a ivory ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? shtup YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from weenie's wife, and looked over at their sometime daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the rapper take a whole tone towards Sarah, who at that consequence was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rapper ignoring Frank 's useless protest. The muscle-bound knocker slapped the petite blond helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big opprobrious ‘ supporter'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his rooster as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a orotund black deal in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the daughter but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the girl's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her stiff white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve red-header, guiding her script to her own pussy, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to perceive what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big microphone. The two black doorknocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide bed covering leg. microphone then took a space 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, secretive to her mother's spread legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her girl's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing sinister manhood deep into her slender clean torso. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her knee joint buckled, forcing her to trip forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either incline of her mother's prostrate physique. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slack the relentless pace of Big mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the moderately blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread branch, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from can. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with lust as Big Mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, closer to Karen's defenseless slit. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karenic's smooth whitened thighs, Karen realized what was about to go on. 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 pussycat."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty fount hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to cave in them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing Black person MEN EVERYTHING THEY wishing ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge black cock hanging ponderously above her expression. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white tits and with one powerful black, manus and kneading the indulgent ivory flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge Negroid cock.

Sarah's sigh and moan suddenly turned to screams as Big Mike increased the pace and intensity of his jabbing. Lost in a cloud of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lip briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her puss. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink rima oris into her bitch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and overspread her thigh to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too deep !

Crazed with luxuria and tidal bore to please her bootleg masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blond girl began to gently kiss the soft pink folds of her own mother's bitch !

Karen looked down over her own writhing white body, between her heaving milky white bosom and widespread creamy white thighs and saw her fairly blonde daughter's big blue centre boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble objection. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit encourage, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink natural language across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's dissent disappeared into a howling of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made impinging with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her articulatio coxae again to meet her daughter's gruntle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own infuriated lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussy, brazenly and purposefully probing its astuteness, causing Karenic to scream.

Tears welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her principal back, ineffectual to hold out any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge lightlessness cock all over the degraded white mother's facial expression."What a loose woman ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking tweed cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I know 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 hip into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in skepticism, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! arrest THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… trust ME…"Karenic moaned shamelessly as she bucked her hip against her girl's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"frank screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating PUSSY ! MY daughter IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest girl ate his wife's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a ending up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karen 's legs. The poor husband shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eyes fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her former sister ate their mother's pussy. The young red-header's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one lilliputian white hand frantically rubbing her slit while the other stroked a big blackness cock. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just cheap enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."tone over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating mammy's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going sawbuck state of nature ! What do you cerebrate she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long white branch in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's face as she turned her head teacher to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide dark heart, but she couldn't reckon away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to hold out raising her optic discreetly as her look still pointed towards the floor.

"It's all right sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her abash virgin daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah cosset female child. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussycat 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 have her big babe eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her climax edifice."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, strumpet !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how proficient it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her female parent's blue-violet middle. The young carrottop's sassing was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young purulent faster and faster, bucking her rosehip to forgather her own tidal bore finger. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black prick she stroked with one paw and put both of her hands in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her grim lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her favorite rappers and another big Joseph Black he-man. Her centre fell upon her Sister's face, buried in her mother's kitty-cat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the scantling she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the stud knew that B-Love wanted him to back up off. He'd get his prospect soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karenic."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's spit is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE spade COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET rightfield NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eye widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karenic looked at her beautiful virgin girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karenic wanted to pretend these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt distressed for her younger daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was bantam ... and still a virgin. Karenic was n't sure Becky could handle a huge black putz. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's rule out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teenaged quickly stood up from her professorship to recognise the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big dark eye immediately locked upon the tremendous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the early black turncock she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the site of his raging ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to take care him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering E. B. White Kuki with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your bounteous fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to count into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge rooster, Becky began to spurt excitedly. `` I 've make love all your medicine ! I listen to you all the clip. I 've seen your TV, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her pegleg, cupping her virgin pussy in his vauntingly black hand, then brazenly slipped two farsighted black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo stripling cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged stripling to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink Virgo pussy. Becky instinctively began to shoot her Virgin white puss against B-Love 's probing ebony digit. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her raw white body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard peter pressed against Becky 's 2-dimensional white stomach and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing distance trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard grim abs and Becky 's soft blank flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young torso, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her female parent."I think you might be right Mrs Davenport. Your lil'girl ain't near wet enough to guide a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her consistence and genuinely afraid she might never cognize what it 's distance felt like inside her soundbox. Slipping her hands between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge blackness cock in her bantam white hands, her fingerbreadth unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big pitch-dark 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 yield you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the middling red-haired teen's human face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her brow, then looked over his shoulder at Frank davenport, flashing the frustrated Fatherhood a mischievous smile and a instant. `` wellspring, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can work out something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's chief. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the moderately red-haired teen with his vast Shirley Temple peter swinging inches above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in bout reached over and resumed fingering the young red-header 's virgin puss ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karenic,"the knocker called out loudly enough for wienerwurst to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here bed wetter ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karenic whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue eye and outdoors gasping mouth, inches from her young pussy and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redheaded woodpecker looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great musical theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched conception were Becky 's estimate. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get expert and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that rectify 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…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… coming together Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah Davenport, earshot and watching this issue unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's kitty. `` Yeah mom, what 's the dispute ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her female parent 's clit as dig into her mother 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's men and placing it on his turncock, side by side to Becky 's hired man.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` look how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that jigaboo pecker IS ! THAT is a veridical MAN 'S peter ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the yearn Diospyros ebenum rotating shaft along with her younger girl. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to lose her virginity to real MAN ... a inkiness MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first tool to be a BIG blackamoor COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG pitch blackness putz tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hip joint violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redheaded woodpecker around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the linchpin desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful font.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to avail her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's married man 's words and used them for his own twisted use. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to HELP your daughter ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached sexual climax. She stared up at her youngest girl 's virgin slit, just inches from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER goodness AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK ass ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her soundbox shaking with fervour as she felt her mother 's breath on her young kitty. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black shaft and opened her eye, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering column inch above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender lily-white shank and eased her refine towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's cushy brim brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent osculation on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager tongue flick her short pinko clitoris !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his lingua pushing into her oral cavity while her mother 's knife pushed into her wet Virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT tactile property SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The nubile redheader began wiggling her hips, grinding her twat into her beautiful mother 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge black cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat Elwyn Brooks White stomach and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being foresightful enough that there was sizeable room for all four pocket-size white feminine bridge player to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"frankfurter Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only girl eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigga shaft !"

Tears stung Frank Davenport 's horror-stricken human face as he watched his beautiful married woman and daughter eating each early 's slit for the entertainment of a crowd of blacken strong-armer. The lilliputian white hard-on growing in his pants, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the eventide, seemed to mock all of his objection.

Within just a few minute of arc Becky 's Whitney Moore Young Jr., sylphlike white body began to shoot down violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient pussy against her female parent 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange notion like rowlock and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to advert her puss.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout out. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The diminutive red-header 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's mighty black physical body. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her top dog back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW dogshit mum ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE child GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The married woman and mother 's dull belly laugh were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding twat on her mouthpiece. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet human face from her female parent 's kitty-cat and gasped for air. `` She 's SO know WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK pecker ! ``

Big microphone looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied red-header Virgo with a sea wolf ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't train it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet Patrick Victor Martindale White puss with his sticky, boneheaded load. The blond screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty sinister pecs heaving with excitation, his cryptic brown eyes wild with lustfulness. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's nerve as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a improve use for that little kick 's backtalk. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussycat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her sass, then pushed the petite redhead over on her side. Big mike slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked white soundbox around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went limp for their mightily Negro lover, allowing their consistency to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio camera followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into billet on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her read/write head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her top dog between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want melanize stopcock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second 's reluctance, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black masters. The cleaning lady needed no more suggestion or direction. Karen and her daughter'long livid branch intertwined, their gentle clean hands caressing one another 's flaccid white skin, their hungry mouth kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian three softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio apartment lights and leering studio cameras.

frank davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live goggle box. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the one-third metre that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handwork, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport adult female were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a Shirley Temple Black cock yet ! He could rent his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport woman having a demoralise tribade ternary. His pecker was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was meddling, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't piss any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the design and that the surety guard that brought Becky in would be eager to pack a crack at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attending to the three Davenport charwoman. A mother, her Virgin daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three woman in total ... and three black rapper. He took his centre off the Davenport womanhood for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every column inch of their beautiful Caucasian mother 's naked body. The two Edward Douglas White Jr. baby kissed their way from Karen 's wet married slit, up her piano white pot, over her surge white titty, then up her neck opening ... to her face and rima oris. Sarah turned her mother 's fount to hers, pushing her wet pinko knife into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the candy kiss and turned her mother 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moment before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty blonde read/write head on Karenic 's left wing titty, sucking the hard pink teat that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red capitulum on her mother 's rectify breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hands roamed all over their female parent 's naked white body, but returned metre and again to her dripping wet snatch. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waist, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass impudence and rubbing their hot young twat from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving blank tit, the virginal stripling looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, heavily melanize cocks. Becky 's once innocent blueness eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right hand now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's small white deal exploring her bosomy blanched trunk. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin girl 's pinko cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even bedwetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingers. `` 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 wish IF IT 'S wrong, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG Shirley Temple turncock ! !

Karenic davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet stunner filled with light gender as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading case.

'' Oh dear ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not untimely ! IT 'S NOT legal injury AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D hold ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't realize at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as the pits understand now ... thanks to your Sister ! '' Karenic turned to her senior girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! I ca n't await to see you and Becky miss your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' Daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first base time mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a genuine hammer ... a BIG Black person shaft ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white breasts heaving with hullabaloo as she stroked her girl'pretty pilus and looked around the room at all the mightily black studhorse in the studio. The formerly prim and right wife was overwhelmed with sexual inflammation. `` All these men are SO much shtup BIGGER than your Fatherhood ... it 'll be like my for the first time time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karenic looked over at her husband, his face dripping with sweat, his knickers wet, his small erection barely seeable in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughter ravished by black men, his married woman seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karenic and their daughters had been compelled to dishonor one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on TV ! Karenic glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her girl. Mrs. davenport considered her next words ... and action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin girl 's big dingy middle, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her phonation dropped to a whisper, but the studio mike and television camera still picked up her every intelligence. `` We do n't need to concern about your father. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't count ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shooting, his obscenely orotund, rock-hard Joseph Black cock level with the two pretty redheaded woodpecker'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white finger around it 's with child cinch, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue oculus widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's hammer in her hand. The young redhead leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her female parent began to stroke B-Love 's tool. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that issue now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black beam of light in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it watch crystal clear for the people at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the platform. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter stroke away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK ! '' Karenic cried out without faltering.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO set up to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK rooster ! '' Karenic answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his natural language. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU prepare to shit your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... putz ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's rooster in her hand.

'' hoot RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank davenport. `` TELL HIM ! William Tell YOUR husband WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so hunger inebriate she could barely concenter her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pitiful husband 's horrify typeface. `` I 'm about betray our nuptials vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... thick ... HOT ... total darkness ... nigger ... putz ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one farsighted middle fingerbreadth to the Frank davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's finger was yearner than nearly white men 's fully tumid penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her origin.

'' So much for your unspoilt household economic value, snowy United States of America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and ticker while your wives and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG inkiness nigra turncock ! ``

The oestrus in the TV studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heating generated by the debauched interracial debauchery unfolding in front line of the television camera. The picture was being broadcast live across the state was highschool definition image of gamy contrasting flesh tones, a full colouring material picture of black and white bod. The"Whole Sojourner Truth"anchor desk was a pile of au naturel, writhing bodies… hard black sinew and voiced white cutis, shining with perspiration. All of the men involved were black, most of them appendage of the rap chemical group"Black Phallus ”. All of the cleaning lady involved were livid, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blond TV presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced U.S.A. to the rap group"lightlessness member ”. Within min, those doorknocker had introduced the darling married white journalist to the intense power of lightlessness cock. The curvy bloodless reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live boob tube, along with her pretty brunet war paint creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the doorknocker'coach Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black studs the old night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial riot unfolding in the studio… knowing total well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'nursing home !

Sarah's sister, Becky davenport, was already a fan of Black penis's music. Sheltered as she was, the chemical group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal Edward Douglas White Jr. teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only audience learn more about the group. She learned far more than she could suffer imagined. She saw them score not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of telephone conversations with her sister and an anon. black macho-man, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio apartment that Nox to make up her virginity to one of these black studhorse. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen davenport had been alarmed when she'd come family and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial porn that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karenic then realized that the video in inquiry starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the married woman and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty whitened journalist, a professional white woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a pitch-dark rivet's sexual plaything. Soon Karenic's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the upshot unfolding on her TV projection screen, 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 daughter was going and quickly called her married man for assistant. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden truth. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in fourth dimension to bar Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overcome sight of the pitch-dark studs in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karenic Davenport realized that she didn't want to block up either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to fall in 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 wedding mob, and declare oneself them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black genus Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Elwyn Brooks White journalist on live television set, they'd snagged her make-up artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal help, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and materialistic female parent into the knocker'devilish grip ! Now all five beautiful white cleaning woman were now professing their desire and devotion to black prick on live television… and two of the beef hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, drawing card of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge black shaft, while the early fingered his necklace made of White charwoman's pack."It's meter for Mrs. davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those slight white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mummy, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out educational activity for everybody to adopt their optimum positions ‘ on microscope stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to sway Heather, the brunette make-up miss, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick dark phallus still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his posterior, guiding the naked albumen newspaperwoman over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big grinning when she looked down and saw the Negro stud's cock was just as foresightful and thickheaded as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new lover's cock in hand as the two took a place at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick glance at the Cy Young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the macho-man that had seduced her over the speech sound, enthralled by the tending 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 Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence track off quietly, seeing that her earpiece scantling grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all trade good girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her publicize ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me bust in that little virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your number 1 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 possible action that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the diarist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her tooth, her big blue air eyes going wide-eyed and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every endorse and transmitting it to telecasting across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the manse from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a Negroid pecker nookie toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport charwoman, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the kernel area of the methamphetamine hydrochloride top news desk, their beautiful defenseless white eubstance huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughter'scanty shoulders as the two girls knelt on either side of her, their arms around her waist. The three bare black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the white female parent and girl. The three women looked up at them, centre filled with unquiet lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black cock in one script as he stepped towards the three cleaning lady."Who's going to be first ? The loving lily-white wife, or the virginal white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his family line. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was zero he could do but find out. Now, again, he could do zilch but watch as the three knocker took their places in strawman 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 total darkness strong-armer rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so glad for so many old age, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY afford herself and their vernal daughter to these goon they'd just met hr ago ... the same dark men who had seduced their honest-to-goodness girl ? No ! Even now hot dog refused to believe it. Even now, hot dog thought he might be able to break off this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"frank screamed plaintively, trying to dismiss B-Love's early terror of furiousness."HONEY, PLEASE ! surface YOUR EYES ! flavour AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to Frank's pleas. She didn't really even listen them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three melanise rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big violet center scanned their dark, rippling sinewy chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whine as she looked at the three magnificent Negroid cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her face.

B-Love glanced back at wienerwurst 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 spell, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to ask a LONG, HARD smell at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her oculus darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's berm and began to rub her own cunt as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"dog whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black cock in his hired hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it high, stroking it in his large black hand, showing off pecker's length, cinch, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Does this flavour WRONG to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of voicelessness as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her early arm from Becky's berm, and now began to rub her pussy with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their twat while staring at the big calamitous rapper'cocks.

"Karen !"wienerwurst 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 fatheaded apple-sized Robert Brown head barely just a animal foot from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's give-and-take by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR kinsfolk !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought process of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full gabardine white meat heaving with exhilaration as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge bootleg erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black pecker, a foot long and the colouring of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's shaft, just as farsighted, but a bit dilutant and barge in color, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, morose Brown University and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's shaft, but still MUCH larger than weenie's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were more than than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL trinity of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erecting."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

hot dog heard the excitation in his wife's voice and his middle sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to lose the charwoman he loved to these sadistic hood rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving SOB. Desperate to stop them, weenie tried to remember of what he could do to prevent his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her begetter's behavior."Look, dad's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, block up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo pussy frantically on live on television system while staring at Big microphone's huge black penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the topper fucking you've ever had in your lily white aliveness, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, stopcock. All three of you, generate and daughters, incline by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA goon RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her spacious reddish blue middle darting hungrily from one big disgraceful turncock to the following."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out forte, glancing at dog davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and Father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga cocks is gon na impair your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na get it on that hot married white kitty of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her entire milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I choose ?"

"feel ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."accident these nigga shaft, apply ‘ em a squeeze, finger how punishing and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny white script."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her crushed lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's peter as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big microphone's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own huge turncock closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's hammer, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how lots of his cock was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the knocker towering over her, his contemplative sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his huge disgraceful cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's appointment gang. His prize. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise mob, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny egg white handwriting as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so often 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 bootleg cheek."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a instant, her optic widening with recognition when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The pair of virginals Melanerpes erythrocephalus quickly lifted her hand from her puss and pulled the ring from her fingerbreadth, handing it to her female parent with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum dance orchestra so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's honorable for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brainy grin."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling T. H. White helping hand. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the dampen end of Sarah's engagement ring, adjacent to Mrs. Davenport's wedding tintinnabulation. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and girl before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the low gear man to fuck your somewhat virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the photographic camera. He stepped back from Karenic, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, politic café latte cutis, muscular chest of drawers, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be gentle, in nastiness of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the knocker were muscular, Big microphone was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His articulatio humeri looked like they were three animal foot across. His pectoral muscles were immense, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his peter. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her workforce, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their sizing, the way their skin colouring contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast mammy,"B-Love teased as he stepped over confining to Becky and stroked her blushing face with a powerful black hired hand."otherwise, they might BOTH have it off you at the like time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two stopcock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's mind flooded with image of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their huge prick pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh snake pit no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE film both of them ! I need More black-market cock !"

"Yeah infant, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get disturbed later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple squad you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet eyes going wide-cut and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning facial expression. She shivered at the thought of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought process excited her… and so did Big mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"Fuck yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The score white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimate, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed ashen pussy, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? secernate me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as blind drunk as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that puss yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few jigaboo interior of her in the last 24 hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigger COCK !"

Big mike's dirty talk of the town worked like a appeal on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big Mike's tool as her daughter's own kitty juice. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's fingers as she stroked the huge inglorious cock in her hand. As lots as this thought should let repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat bootleg cock in her petite white paw. She couldn't even close her finger's breadth around its girth ! She knew she had to give birth it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"shag YEAH infant !"Big microphone hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR real why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! kick, 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, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your son fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is cook to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his with child total darkness handwriting on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her cushy, creamy second joint, 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 medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Sami man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that present moment, that cock looked impossibly prominent. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fancy of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the reality was just now hitting menage. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really require this ? It was all too a good deal. She panicked, beginning to buck and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the muscular pitch-black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frenzied screaming."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, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."infant fille is getting dusty feet. You want to serve me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karenic hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big mike's throbbing fatal hawkshaw."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't piece of ass this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her daughter's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm bad sweetheart !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly whole step. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hairsbreadth, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mamma's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. naked breasts quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your brain to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be adequate Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe ma wench's got to show her baby razz how to fly for the offset clock time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more counselling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigga rooster into your daughter's sweet white Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked impassioned pussycat. She imagined her small white bridge player grasping the rock-hard slam and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blonde 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 mitt under Becky's supple white arm and cupping her firm white tit, pulling her petite egg white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah knack forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her babe to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO goodness !"

Not waiting for Karen's reception, Big microphone bodily lifting her voluptuous chassis off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's mighty black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the stacked red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts pressed against the cold looking glass background, her script resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her brass hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's Brobdingnagian tool slap against her ass, then slide along the outer bound of her super-sensitive bitch backtalk. Karenic's violet eyes shot all-embracing out-of-doors at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt mouth with the tip of his immense, thick cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG Negroid DICK,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, hard cock brain up and down Karenic Davenport's smooth T. H. White ass and tap pussy lip,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One photographic camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up lady friend as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're Joseph Black lover still fucking them from behind. The studio bunch was recording everything they could for substitute angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and web site. The two other camera in the studio were focused on the davenport char, and their seduction at the manpower of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karen's face.

"takings my shaft in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her legs."guide my black putz into your daughter's flannel virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her tranquil curvy whitened ass with his sinewy back handwriting, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass boldness to discover Karenic's wet, thirsty married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's approximative, stiff hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's hands mistake away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her kitty-cat lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing virtuoso, desperate for more cozy middleman. Her trend was rewarded by the feeling of something dense slipping into her wet pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide blue-blooded eyes."YES ! Your rooster is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to hold Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out meretricious."kick, that ain't my hammer ! That's just a twain of my finger ! Irish bull, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's peter was in his hand, while his early hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, sway hard black hammer."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly representative."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still knack over the desk and holding her sis's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."helper ‘ em out young woman. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat blackness cockhead pushing into her young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and sister on the threshold being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."templet my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling helping hand out and grasped B-Love's blockheaded bleak spear in her trembling white hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his dick at her Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vocalism trailed off, Becky's creative thinker so conflicted between awe and luxuria she found herself unable to form coherent sentences. In spite of her mental muddiness, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environs. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hip joint involuntarily, causing her firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's rooster almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper finisher 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's breadth in her hot wet cunt."Get that prick inside her, and I get this tool inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy pitch-dark cock.

Becky stared at the huge ignominious rooster in her mother's helping hand."Yes."She breathed, her young bureau heaving, making the site of her quivering knocker ever more tease. Her big downhearted oculus darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful egg white expression and B-Love's beautiful grim cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a form between her mother and B-Love… a figure in the back earth, tied to a president. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetheart ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing total darkness member closer to Becky's young 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 mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."mamma'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 BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the shaft in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her promontory and glancing at her kill, dejected husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her expression back towards Becky and nodding towards Frank Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, pa !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ dada'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to secure she held Becky's full tending, her mother gently lifted B-Love's prick upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making sealed her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's overweight black balls, then gently slid her tongue up each black-market in of B-Love's foot-long prick.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the pot of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous inkiness cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's pecker, Becky watched her curl her lingua around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her simple. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karen asked, awaiting an reply to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening fateful stopcock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized psyche directly at Becky's virginal garden pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her old train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about pappa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rampant blackness cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish dark-brown head. Becky's big spicy eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her head sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a safe on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's shaft for a few minute, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed slit rim ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick seminal fluid sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, lithesome Patrick White soundbox, over her pert, creamy knocker, over her flat Edward Douglas White Jr. tummy, over her fiery red virgin slit, between her bed covering white thigh and up at the HUGE opprobrious hammer that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this prison term, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erecting and gently splattering across Becky's naked Theodore Harold White body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her fairly breast heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin plunder ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his putz and waving it teasingly over Karenic's round white ass. He nodded his commendation and backed up slightly, letting his Brobdingnagian, throbbing black cock drop downward and between Karenic's pegleg. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the nooky so desperately want. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, pecker head teasing her hot, thirsty pussy sass, sliding up and down. Karenic trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now render yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the vast blacken cock that her female parent held barely one inch from her youth Virgin twat. Shivering, her chest of drawers heaving with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her rosehip. Then, a half a mo later, for the initiatory time in her lifespan, Becky Davenport felt the sense of touch of a MAN'S dick on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT adept of B-Love's throbbing black dick drumhead lightly running along the distance of Becky's indulgent pinko outer lips… and then ...

"OH nooky ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : the like MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless repugnance as three thug rappers shattered his entire world, barely able to savvy how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning wienerwurst had had the perfect white suburban sprightliness. He worked as a youthfulness minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His lovely wife Karenic worked as a legal repository and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Whitney Young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive assistant to the television news maven Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate mellow shoal and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. wienerwurst could not birth been more prouder of his family.

That good afternoon Frank was at a church encounter when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding Frank come menage immediately. wienerwurst raced home to discover Karen standing in front of their house. Before he could rip into the driveway, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to take to the KNEN net studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and center glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied chronicle as Frank swarm. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witness, each detail Karen described was more atrocious than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purport on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible realness with his own eye. Just as his wife had described, hotdog saw a grouping of large, brawny black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a Cy Young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. hotdog had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her big up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white strumpet allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio apartment anchor desk. Seeing this, frank immediately feared that his younger girl, Becky, might be in memory board for the same fate. His fears proved justified import later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a flimsy bra and scanty and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these edacious black men. weenie begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protestation were ignored as both his daughters and their familiar instead focused their attention on Frank's married woman. Karenic had accompanied weenie into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughters debauchery with her own optic. Now, frank was subjected to his daughters'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either patronize their father's protest, or present herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To Frank's horror, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in unholy congress with these perverted total darkness devils. When Frank tried to interfere more forcefully he was tied to a professorship and drive scout as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the activeness like a pack of hungry brute and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, moans, and other pharyngeal noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the center of the studio apartment, on a large glass anchorman desk, a scene of defenseless, unbridled debauchery unfolded under the hot luminance.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up girl, Heather, were both hang over one end of the prospicient, Methedrine anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very large Negroid men. At the other end of the chalk table, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three sinister rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. wienerwurst watched his married woman and daughters… unable to terminate their debauched behavior, ineffectual to expect away from it, and unable to suppress the pocket-size erection growing in his trouser which betrayed his primal adoption of pitch blackness manful dominance. Tonight, Frank davenport, along with the ease of America, was learning the"unit Truth"about black men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's older daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her early invertebrate foot off the flooring and resting her human knee on the screen background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, umber cock in and out of her moderately blonde puss.

The rappers took their fourth dimension with Frank davenport's wife and youngest girl, building intimate tension, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously button-down ashen charwoman. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white soundbox practically glowed under the studio lights. Her passably red-haired point was cradled in her old sis's gentle hands. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's shaking, vulnerable whitened body. frank saw his girl's big spicy eye lock onto the doorknocker's grotesque black putz, rock hard and hanging ominously between her spread white articulatio genus. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the flavour of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

Frank's supplication were mocked by the knocker, who decided to run Becky's mother against her father in a twisted battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his cock into Becky's cunt.

This, frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too horrific and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might suffer been lost, but frank clung to the despairing hope that Karen would come to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the clasp of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked White River dead body. Karen's big, soft clean white meat gently grazed her Becky's flatbed White River stomach and creamy Elwyn Brooks White thighs. Using one hand, Karenic stroked Becky's frontal bone and silky red tomentum. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony turncock. Her spry fingerbreadth quickly circled the rock-hard prick, though its deep cinch prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale crisscross on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a keepsake of her new trueness to him. Gently gripping the huge smutty weapon in her tiny whitened hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular goliath called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karenic's silken red hair and naked white body with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The rapper tormented the white woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his putz up and down the length of her burning kitty-cat rim, working her into a do-or-die sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the upper of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black penis towards her younger daughter's virtuous pussy. B-Love took a gradation forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat Elwyn Brooks White pot and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her baby's conciliate hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid blackness shaft moving stuffy and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black hammer in their female parent's tiny white script as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious pillage. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his abdomen, making his huge prick twitching and jump in Karenic's hand like a raging, rearing beast, threatening to go risky. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes exposed, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ abjection'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to become away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment admonisher in his line of vision displayed different camera angles of the ‘ action mechanism'unfolding a few understructure away… the ‘ befoulment'of his precious girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dear afters Becky express mental rejection that her female parent was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might break off everything. To his disgust, he heard his married woman assure their daughter this was the justly thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

hotdog turned away from the monitor in repulsion, only to find himself looking at another reminder, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitty extract worry for his feelings… for the fate of their kin. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous worry, distracting her attention with a lurid display… snuggling and sucking the ugly black thug's cock as Becky watched !

dog turned away again, but his eye fell on yet another Monitor, wienerwurst saw a close-up of midst drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgo bitch ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with turmoil … Bucking her hip joint, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the mesa and bringing her virgin pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, Black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, dog sat staring at the monitor in a state of daze as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious youthful Becky lost her virginity to a shameful rapper on subsist telly.

The screen door showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in prevision, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that tough's defilement. Then, from one side of meat of the covert, the pounding, dripping black chief of that atrocious black cock… gripped by Becky's own female parent's lily Edward D. White script. The studio apartment was so quiet you could hear a pin free fall. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her girl's dripping Virgin snatch lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's fragile flexure as her other helping hand brought the rapper's monstrous black-market rooster that final inch.

A thick, T. H. White glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the off-white dribble from the cock capitulum and slip down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not rock the macho-man's dick.

This clip, Karenic spread her daughter's pussy sass with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing black prick's tip directly into Becky's Virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was contiguous and extreme. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired teen to digest. Her dead body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that majestic black cock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized peter head to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH fuck"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine cunt opened for the first time by get-go in of B-Love's foot-long black cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first-class honours degree contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big blue centre, broadcasting her shock and turmoil out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH screwing ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapp mo, as she felt Big Mike's full-length cinch slipping into her hook up with Caucasian snatch.

Big Mike had waited anxiously fanny Karen as she guided B-Love's cock header into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer sassing Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her snatch and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide white coxa backward against Big mike, anxious to film more of his dick inside her. He was only about one or two in in, but he was so much thicker than her married man that Karen could already experience an orgasm building ! In her inflammation, Karen's clutches on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another in of his monstrous black dick into Becky's virginal cunt !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sense experience a mere three column inch of midst Shirley Temple stopcock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this mighty 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 reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike effort two more in of his fat blackness rod into her espouse twat. His powerful blackness men grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her curvey white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the meth desk, her full white boob pressing against the cool transparent aerofoil. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld photographic camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the television camera lens for a second, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock barb and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her girl's Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… trench !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white stripling."bullshit girl, it's only a couple inches. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God tinker's damn you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked double as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virgin twat. She looked down over her flat clean tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's monstrous smuggled cock had not yet penetrated her young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin kitty-cat. It was tight, so closely Becky could have sworn she could palpate B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his prick ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain in the ass. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden panic as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvis violently forcing B-Love's cock to fall away from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to keep her sister's articulatio humeri. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to tranquillize her young sister."It's okay. It'll smart a minuscule at first. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE lightlessness cock between her legs. At that here and now, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his wooden-headed total darkness member into her voluptuous white body. Karenic was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her young girl's panic flak, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment monitor and saw that Big microphone had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big mike's turncock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the knocker's stopcock."DON'T plosive ! PLEASE !"

Karenic tried to endorse her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's shout and saw that B-Love's putz had slipped out of Becky's slit.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said zip to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could get word the fright and terror in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that import was getting that amazing black prick inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her ardent, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's spooky face, big risque center entire of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's tool. She stared at it, her young white body shaking.

"Honey, you can stop if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ little daughter ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the family tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's turncock in her manus."There are consequences for our actions, young ma'am !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull up B-Love's hammer closer to her snatch again.

"You came down here to conform to these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's tool just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's bridge player, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how puzzle would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's pecker to the entrance of Becky's pussy."to lose your virginity to these famous, aphrodisiacal black knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's prick again touching her pussy mouth, moaning as the heavy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A minuscule bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and long and hard as the one in her hand would be problematical for any fair sex to treat, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a professorship this wholly sentence, forced to find out as three black rappers took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convert his wife and daughters not to misdirect themselves for these black thugs, but Becky's protestation rekindled his Bob Hope."Your girl is in painfulness ! These men are animate being ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE fuck UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You bettor watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his married woman's chemical reaction and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be silent. This was his last fortune to stop this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his girl."BECKY honey, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would have in mind 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 punt to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's twat lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's untimely. Tell your founder you don't want to bar !"

Becky looked over at her Fatherhood, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black fount expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored shades.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic facial expression betraying no emotion. Becky view of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscular tissue rippling, his face that same stoic look. She had to obliterate the posting, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was substantial. That Brobdingnagian total darkness 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 Church Father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still poker-faced, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."babe lady friend says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby female child ! Tell dad !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this meter more emphatically."I don't need to stop, pop !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"commodity girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her manus, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin slit. She felt Big Mike's cock slipping back into her get hitched with E. B. White cunt, pushing a bit abstruse than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T need TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'halt !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

tv camera closed in around the action, one focalisation on Becky's face, another on B-Love's putz being guided into her virgin twat by her own mother's helping hand. Her mother's early handwriting clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her early hand to guide B-Love's rooster into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's kitty-cat with his shallow push, giving her no Thomas More than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to roll in the hay it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former hand, Becky reached out again, this clock time for B-Love. Her slender clean arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her fingers were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible imperativeness he was creating inside her Edward Young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling sorry brown muscularity through the gaps between her delicate white digit. She admired the way his cutis contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint white band on her ring finger, where her ‘ honor doughnut'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his dresser, her supple white fingers mingling with the rings of the lowering necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular nigrify chest. She could feel his gist drubbing faster and faster, in metre with her own. She could feel that Lapp heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard rooster pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart musical rhythm slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's pecker sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her finger's breadth finding her the midst, HARD black rooster that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hired man guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's dick deeper inside her untested clean eubstance !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own natural action."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! piece of tail ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the hurting she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a prickling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spinal column and across her back, shoulder joint, and neck. It was similar to the feel she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young body shaking. Her hairgrip tightening on her female parent's hand."OH…OH fucking ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big microphone grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's flatcar white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her manus, slipping into her daughter's Whitney Moore Young Jr., inexperienced pussy. Her boldness now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could sense the unbelievable pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's tool and her Becky's behaviour that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's Hymen by this full point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual coming she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her climax 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 column inch inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every in inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM return MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! shag ME HARD ! give way ME THAT whole COCK ... I'M ... sledding ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the altogether 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 ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a agile smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet center towards Becky and watched her girl's youthful whiten breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of black cock she took into her tight, unspoiled little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her fount,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the mavin ripping through her slender whitened consistency.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's turncock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karenic leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big down in the mouth oculus widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her fucking psyche, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing cryptic ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karenic's principal, driving his dick into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jolt, arching her book binding, her right titty shaking on her heaving breast. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the painful sensation ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT detriment ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hired hand. Karen's other helping hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's wide-cut of luxuria and determination.

"It's sentence, Rebecca !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother maneuver B-Love's putz deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blond bucked her pelvic arch excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting lightlessness rooster."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH gripe !"Big microphone bellowed his favourable reception at Karenic."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's script, as she felt the painfulness taper suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clit nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her consistency, pushing against the resistance the inside of her body was giving it ... a ohmic resistance that would never take for up against the power of a black tool.

"That's just your virginal membrane sweetie."Karen moaned as Big Mike's hammer pumped her twat faster and deeper to evince his approval of her natural process."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to injury ... just a little ... bit ... more !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the moderately virgin's maiden over barrier with the tip of his coal black artillery as the missy's mother squeezed and stroked his spear. He looked down at the wanton white wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his looking, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the face very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular mordant ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at weenie Davenport… the pitiable white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to choose her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"fuck HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more Joseph Black cock and willing to do or give anything to get it."hand IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE matter !"

"KAREN !"wienerwurst sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed flavor in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! yield HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! screwing HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rapper smiled as the listened to the buxom ovalbumin mother beg them to take her unseasoned daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her wet untested kitty and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's sass and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few meter, loosening her loaded virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in clock time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained concluded control condition of the position. The knocker drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's snatch. The young carrottop writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's mollify 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, taking her hired man from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the new redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's facial expression. Becky could experience her unscathed Patrick Victor Martindale White body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her rosehip, but the knocker backed away a bit, making certain his cock didn't slickness any mysterious 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 waistline with his powerful black men to hold her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to jazz you ? Maybe you want some picayune richly school WHITEBOY with a little Elwyn Brooks White DICKIE to acquire your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Shirley Temple Black hammer ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sense experience spreading across her whole white consistence as she looked up at the potent black rapper and the Brobdingnagian calamitous cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take More of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."ass ME ! shtup ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK pecker !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to look away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative white husband and father would ever want to witness. hot dog saw his beautiful wife Karen and their quondam girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a mesomorphic melanise rap artist… and both helping hold down his new daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. hot dog saw Becky, also naked, with her long white pegleg spread spacious around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and thicker than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that rapper's prick. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty yr gripping that Joseph Black thug's foot long hammer in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, hot dog saw the black punk rapper roughly grab his virgin girl's slender lily-white body by the waist and swipe her rosehip and ass upward. The studhorse violently flexed his brawny black ass, driving his right hips forward with one sinewy, cryptic poking, RAMMING all twelve in of that ROCK-HARD midst BLACK COCK into her pure white cunt… taking Frank's daughter's sexual morality with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard Shirley Temple cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young bloodless body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sis Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulder and mind and steady Becky's immature torso for the continuing bombardment. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from tail end, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black custody gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, waving her other bridge player to her early side blindly until she found one of her female parent's mitt and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's compact melanise shaft thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her depleted lip, stifling her screams as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the pair of virginals youth teen had never felt before. Becky felt animated for the first meter. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, powerful bleak 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 Loretta Young redhead soon began to shoot down and thrust her White person rosehip to fulfil B-Love's thrusting black stopcock. B-Love responded by increasing both the stride and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slim white teen dead body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his darkness and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his extensive black breast and pectoral muscles, glistening with lather. She then looked down further, at his rippling shadow abdominal heftiness and his specify hips, the iniquity hide contrasting with her creamy blank thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the ancestor of his powerful, thick blackened shaft between her branch, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her spinal column violently, thrusting her pelvic arch upward and holding her lithesome white teenaged body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking blackness rap genius gripped her waist and lunge the broad duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick disgraceful cock in and out of her little red-haired cunt. Her moderately eye seemed to glaze over as a woolgathering verbal expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her header back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a replete scream as Becky Davenport announced to the populace that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The tv camera confirmed the accuracy, capturing the image of a dribble of blood pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her baby's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so expert !"

"You did undecomposed too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his sinewy black arm around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm Caucasian bosom 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 consume your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, loose woman !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's give-and-take. She closed her middle and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to consume helped score her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's principal. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's baby screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black hammer continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, nude white form, more specifically at Becky's spread flannel second joint and the huge black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin kitty-cat. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and forth. Karen saw the trickle of rake pooling on the desktop below her daughter's cunt and watched how Becky bucked and rick with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge dark cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Danton True Young Edward Douglas White Jr. body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin girl into this ... daemon. She couldn't aid but think that she should take in been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her girl's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in senior high schoolhouse. Karenic loved her fellow so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karenic felt nothing. She broke matter off, started seeing former guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the void she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For days she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a dolt, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karen knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody ugly of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with diminished dicks and no musical theme how to do it. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious organic structure ... a very man ... a Shirley Temple Black man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughter. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never ask to know the comparatively evacuate act of sex with a hapless white failure like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning boldness and felt so gallant that she had ensured her new daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good girl Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's brow ... then her cheek ..."trade good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe young breasts."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her soft lips found her daughter's knockout pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the demoralize sense datum of a inglorious stopcock in her de-virginized slit and her mother's mouth on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three pitch blackness knocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering organic structure. He gripped Karenic's blanket, white pelvic arch, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her get hitched with white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's complete surrender to B-Love, Big microphone knew it was clock time to establish the curvaceous White married woman her reward.

Big Mike slid his powerful black hand around Karen's shank and under her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading the easy, milky white globes in his bombastic, dark fingers. As the doorknocker leaned forward to improve savvy his fleshy prize, his throbbing black putz pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the stacked mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karenic growled, turning her oral sex and looking over her berm at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'column inch to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye middleman with her husband one stopping point prison term before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! aim ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's organic structure and driving the wide length of his rooster deep into her red-haired kitty. His melanize, well-defined thorax and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked white back as he gripped her massive, alabaster bosom in his coal-black manpower, squeezing them intemperate and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her flaccid white eubstance in time with the other rapper's thrusts into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch dick deeper and deeper into her married white pussy .... deep than her husband or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better purchase, the hulking black doorknocker shifted his grip to Karen's all-embracing, quivering hip joint. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's weighty tweed tits and allowed them to spring freely and furiously as her consistency was rocked back and forth by the power of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her stacked naked white eubstance and beautiful, joyful human face as the espouse mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH cunt !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his rooster into the voluptuous white wife."How's THAT horseshit feel ? You like Big Mike's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! fuck HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"the likes of A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your fornicatress virgin daughter ?"

The equivalence made Karen tingle. Karen felt Big microphone's huge disgraceful shaft driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO have a go at it DEEP ... and slamming into her uterine cervix in perfect rhythm with B-Love's jabbing into Becky's vernal white body, and Shemar's push into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big mike's peter felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the take Sami thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her organic structure. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more than vivid than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to throw off as the sensation grew unassailable and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free mitt down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking blank eubstance, pinning the Lester Willis Young redhead to the table. Karenic continued slapping her open manus on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big microphone's pounding thrusts into her splice snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the speech rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his drive into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the senior Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The passably blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and Sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck opening, and pulling her expression to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let unleash a howl of approving then started playfully barking… and all in prison term with their pounding dick and Mrs Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other manus tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his apparent motion seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's manus pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the deepness and speed of his poke, slapping Karenic's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS pussycat NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big microphone affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG blackamoor pecker !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY kitty-cat BELONGS TO BIG BLACK tool !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pappa !"

The pitch-black thug rapper laughed cruelly. weenie Davenport shook with fad, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the dissipated scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his kinsfolk and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that dirt ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'young woman are gon na have got a NEW daddy ! A Big inkiness Daddy ! Isn't that correctly girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new pop, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her Thomas Young perfect Edward D. White ass against Shemar's long, bass thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na sexual love yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her pelvis."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The doorknocker corrected.

"daddy !"Becky screamed, bucking her articulatio coxae again and again.

"Tell dad you want him to fuck you with his big nigger rooster !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reply was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deeply as inside her white dead body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each jab.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another poke halted Becky.

"nigga !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender bloodless waistline.

"Tell me to have intercourse your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The Lester Willis Young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Word of God with another thrusting in Becky's body."Say…"thrust"…the…"jabbing"…word !"

"slit !"Becky squealed."fucking MY LITTLE whiteness CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Joseph Black NIGGA shaft, pappa !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE pop !"

Becky glanced at her beginner, the man who had helped add her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring regard to B-Love.

"Please Joseph Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her case and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big disconsolate eyes and her naked flannel dead body shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's mesomorphic contraband body."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little E. B. White cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Negro DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his peter as mysterious as he could inside Becky's immature white cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his pelvic girdle rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Loretta Young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual business leader and dominance… the ignominious male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! ass ME DADDY !"

"BEG cunt !"B-Love growled."BEG pop FOR HIS nigga germ ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A jigaboo !"

"PLEASE pop !"Becky screamed, her Pres Young white trunk bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her boob. She looked deep into B-Love's centre.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR pappa'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my papa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Edward Young body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... blackness ... pa ! breed ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR nigger CUM ! shuffle 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 hips to meet every thrust of this big coon dick ! search at your beautiful wife's big knocker bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they sidesplitter AND BEG for More ! YOUR char ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's ponderous smuggled balls slapping against her raw pink purulent sass as his cock diaphysis began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight white slit. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus closed her center and screamed, releasing her mother's hired man and instead circling Karen's naked white eubstance and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mummy ! pappa ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her back talk to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes fritter afford in shock at the twin sensations of her mother's tongue in her sassing as, for the offset time every, a man release his hot, potent seeded player inside her marriageable Lester Willis Young torso ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most right one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft bloodless body held her pinned to the mainstay desk as B-Love's hard pitch blackness shaft continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her physical structure go wilted, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to flip over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their Patrick Victor Martindale White pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging Joseph Black cocks. Karen could palpate Big microphone's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married cunt. She could feel his mighty fatal helping hand between her and Becky's bodies, the huge night fingers squeezing her diffuse white tit physical body. She could feel another orgasm edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the essence. His toilsome lightlessness balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were unvoiced, thick, but dim ... more turn over. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her girl, opening her centre and looking down into Becky's young font. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation building between her legs, spreading up her spinal column, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, busty white-hot wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT tactile property ?"

Becky was speechless… her sexual climax leaving her too overwhelmed to narrate her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the look on Becky's aspect told her mother everything she needed to hump. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a womanhood.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly come, period from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and syndicate on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his principal back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing bleak cock upwards and let thick rope of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white potbelly and heaving young breasts. tv camera circled the desk, capturing the simulacrum for program. In nursing home across America, television CRT screen showed the luxuriously definition ikon of the fatal rapper's cum, pink with virgin stemma, leaking from the T. H. White teen's ravaged pussy. The ikon was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her begetter's horrified, tear-filled oculus, and her mother's weak smile.

camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's brow, and then proceeded to thrash the semen from her daughter's sweaty boob and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black weapon system, sassy from her girl's Virgo puss and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a handwriting forward, dragging her delicate ashen finger through the ejaculate leaking from her baby's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, viscous fluid trickle onto her spit .