E & I EXCLUSIVE - share ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK penis ...

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The reckoner screen flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A humble caption appeared in the lower berth left quoin of the screen :"The diversionist ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Shirley Temple Black Phallus / Label : E & I platter ”.

There is no euphony at first, just the occasional gutsiness of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine spattering and it pulls off to the side of meat of the road. The tv camera angle cold shoulder to the DoI of the car, showing a white household. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful bloodless married woman sitting at his side. Sitting in the back buttocks, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap cadence can be faintly heard on the girlfriend's earbuds. The female child looks up from her pamphlet and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her centre. The wife doesn't feel happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. Vultures circle budget items as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the high temperature. The girl sees her don shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school grad rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 instrumentalist, then at her cell phone. She picks up her cell telephone set and starts entering a speech sound number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the face seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his harm. Suddenly, the daughter's deal taps mom's shoulder joint and then hands mom the jail cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screenland. She looks at the girl, a bit horrify, and shakes her chief. The daughter tilts her question at and nods toward her founder. The mom sees him still prancing around in presence of the car like a smoke, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head word and again offer mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling vultures again. The category now has all the car doorway open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, respective blouse release undone, and fans herself with a clip. The lens hood of the car is down now, and the girl is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A vauntingly pick-up hand truck with a winch drives up beside the family and parks in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"tweed KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a turgid inkiness mechanic gets out. The euphony for the video finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap round, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black automobile mechanic is magniloquent and very muscular, wearing some loose gibe jeans and a closely tee. The daughter watches him take the air toward the family car and smiles. daughter slowly rolls off the car toughie as her Father and female parent get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The husband opens the cap and tries to analyze the engine again, but the loom black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his position in front of the car.

The mechanic glance over at the daughter, who is leaning over the railway locomotive, pretending to be interested, her implements of war stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily robe body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunet mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her sizeable knocker and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how very much hide she's disclosure and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her articulatio humeri at the auto-mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the merchantman hem of the blouse up, tying the front underside of her blouse together, revealing her own level midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight picayune ass in her denim short-shorts. The photographic camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny shorts, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the daughter, making sure enough she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the locomotive engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's care, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a distich of extra suggestive poking as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully unmindful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The levelheaded timber on the picture is poor, but lyrics can be made out :

"When he can't get yo'motor runnin'
movement his ride is old and busted,
YA'Call THE WRECKER"

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his muscular Joseph Black limb, he pulls his shirt over his caput, revealing his dark, right torso, rippling with brawniness. Mom's big low eyes widen. Daughter licks her sassing, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the car-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the dyad of gloves he COULD have used to spread the radiator cap. husband scratches his head.

The car-mechanic looks the engine over and escape from his fountainhead, then walks to the rear of his hand truck and begins to go his claw and winch. The grease monkey bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His heftiness flex, the perspiration making his black skin shine in the sunshine. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic manner of walking back over to the car and looks at the bait. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motion, he yanks the belted ammunition from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protective covering. As this happens, the camera angle changes to evince the blackened mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the auto-mechanic violently yanks his whang off, his sloppy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any spectator of the music television would eff that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the married woman and daughter, oculus wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's tool. The camera returns to the previous camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

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

The mechanic bend dexter down, wrapping is leather smash around the come-on and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purpose of the music video. The grease monkey activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then apparent movement for the family to link up him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the sept, helping the girl up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench fanny, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her round ass a trivial push up into the seat. succeeding, the husband climbs into the cab and the shop mechanic leaves him to necessitate charge of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the device driver's prat, but as his massive dim shape squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four mass will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to obviate an inappropriate place, the hubby motions for the wife to sit in his lap and establish way for the girl. The wife declines the crack, and before the husband can insist, it's too previous. The daughter hops into the shop mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inch from the mechanic's broad Joseph Black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, Black body. The shop mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the White River teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

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

The husband and begetter looking ill as he watches his teenage girl squirm in the black mechanic's lap. The shop mechanic moves his pass left and right, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the grease monkey's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her articulatio humeri from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his panoptic total darkness shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's sizeable white cleavage. The automobile mechanic seems to suffer hassle steering the hand truck, and the husband glances into the truck's side of meat mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth River as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the married man. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the ovalbumin teenager in his lap and the somewhat white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his nerve. Suddenly, the grease monkey slams the bracken. The girl in his lap clutches the splasher and the device driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not plenty room in the cab for him to repel safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to indite herself as she sits in the fatal stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the hand truck's cab with this brooding Black stranger. The married man then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful looks, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the married woman following his gaze. The husband furrows his eyebrow in worry, and the wife grin at him, as if to severalise him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their girl. The married man takes a deep, magnify breath 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 judiciary seat, indicating the wife should scoot over and make room for their girl to get out of the car-mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the mob car's driver's backside, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench tooshie. The automobile mechanic Begin to ride away sits back to sit in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband's boldness as he sees that in malice of the extra room in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the car-mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the hand truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very jumpy ride in the towed family car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interfere, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his wife, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his married woman's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the truck device driver's aid. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the motortruck swerves violently and the married man falls forward in his seat, his eyeglasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost glasses, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her blazon. 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 female parent, and taking a seat on the far incline of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to rest a sigh of relief until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to keep her spinal column. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and personnel them down, under the truck's bottom window, out of eyeshot. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange puckish smile is on her face. She is not trying to climb up over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to tug her female parent finisher to the mechanic. The husband picket, confused as his wife shakes her forefront and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the grease monkey 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 Holy Scripture"I'm sorry"just before their daughter pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the motortruck begins to curve violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car trump. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's seat window. He mouths the password"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her Father. She then apply her hired man up, ribbon facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in front of her mouth, making a ‘ cock sucking gesture'! The hubby doesn't quite read and starts hitting the automobile horn again and again until he sees his wife's chief pop up from below the rear windowpane of the truck. His jolly white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the opprobrious mechanic. As the daughter does this, her Fatherhood briefly glimpses her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White ass and realizes that she has shed her trunks and panties ! The Father of the Church watches, mouth agape love, as his daughter climbs back in battlefront of the number one wood, facing him this clock time, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car motor horn yet again, trying to resist what he is lost to stop. He sees his fairly white wife looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his point at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The married woman looks back at him, her blanch disconsolate center fully of pity ... 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 breasts. Like her daughter's two-piece top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the window at her husband, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her Caucasian hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one terminal time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving so long, before reaching up to the roof of the motortruck cab and hitting a permutation. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow motortruck's hook releases the family car which drops to the main road at seventy land mile an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker campaign off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / Label : E & I disk ”.

Two high shoal elder turned away from the concealment after watching it with such nigh attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the calculator screen. She was the more innocent of the two girls. Like her in effect booster Lauren, Becky was 18 and beautiful. She was tall, slender, with farseeing red tomentum, alluring green oculus, and a fall sprinkle of freckles across the bridge deck of her nose."I'd know you said the picture would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her folk was very religious. Becky's Fatherhood was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a calendar week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her aged sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian time value. They were not to dress provocatively, use back up language, love ‘ incompatible entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these principle with no trouble. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild shaver'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like worn mid-riff uncovering tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more skin than did well-nigh of the former tops worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three meter Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the subroutine library and lost track of metre. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of son who desperately tried to score her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school older as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity band, a symbol of her hope to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did feature, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ metro'rap group called"black phallus ”. The vocal were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the vocal on the internet, but had some difficultness. The few connection that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computing machine prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD's seemed insufferable to find in topical anaesthetic music stores, so Becky had to urinate do with the MP3s that she got from her champion. Some of the girls at school were surprised that conservative Becky davenport had become a fan of Black member. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and beatniks made her need to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't reference to her curious friends was that the songs were stirring stronger itch than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to take heed to a Black Phallus song to achieve the honorable culmination. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her supporter Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their medicine picture that had been leaked online.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it's a legitimate television, 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 surprisal me !"Becky said,"I can't believe they'd show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean ... the whole running off with a man's wife and girl ..."

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you wonder if the rumors are rightful ..."

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

"The rumour about their Sung dynasty being based on factual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you reckon what kind of guy would extract that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are Sir Thomas More ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her upheaval, afraid that Lauren would think her pursuit was less than hefty."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 usable for download. The website says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will cope with them ! You have to tell her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and suffer them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP toss 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 nous was reeling from all she was learning from her ally, and the thought of possibly meeting Black Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that appearance ! It's supposed to be like a serious news program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and talk about their euphony being so popular in the baseball club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racial discrimination and censoring. They say they're anxious to go on television set for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive interview and show America and the ease of the globe what black Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their situation says the consultation will be live and uncensored, and there's some form of extra on-demand pay-per-view kind of hatful. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video affair on their web site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a credit bill of fare, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a TV interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The website said that Black penis is planning to show some of their other music picture and they'll be uncensored too ! Just opine, if you thought this"Wrecker"video recording was denotative, just imagine what the uncensored I will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered psyche to imagine how lots blue the total darkness Phallus music video recording could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her psyche began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually expressed pitch blackness member might make their music videos. The intellection of seeing titillating conniption unfolding while their euphony played excited Becky deeply. She began to flush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

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

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ wild ’. On another affair, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgy and sex parties that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their music telecasting, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just zany tale, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thought process 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 issue forth ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could make out over to my place that night, slumber over and watch over the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP bye ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her savvy booster."I ... I think I should call my sis !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected untested fair sex in American English television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the mellow scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found usage with a cable television service news network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should make gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the younker and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer frame, flawless tweed complexion, dazzling grin, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a slurred mass of wavy, silky, blonde fuzz that she kept cut above her neckline. Her part was slightly high-pitched, but at the Saami time had a sort of diffuse huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'typeface, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy rig, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news report. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a twelvemonth of her low show on telecasting, Jessica McFarland was a family name. Before farseeing, her moving-picture show graced the covering of gobs of magazines, and she received many lucrative go for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was frustrated that it seemed to concentrate so much on her visual aspect. Money and pic were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or mould, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and run down her youthful image, and began to garb a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her noted form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer wooing in night colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a pretty fount who reported on light, fluffy, entertainment tidings. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her front had increased the network's military rank ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted to a greater extent money, she could bring the various mold and advertising go that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to work up.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and more than say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrity. The electronic network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could renounce, and search greener pasturage, she didn't dare leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-term memory. With her husband baton out of piece of work, and the economic system being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so tightlipped to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a headphone call from a contender network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a tidings plan for their new entertainment-oriented news network. In addition to a muscular new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a good staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would feed Jessica the opportunity to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment material body. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that matter because the whole network was dedicated to covering the amusement industriousness. There was little risk in taking the job. The meshwork was going to pay her half of a twelvemonth'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 incentive were uncounted. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her stream employer, would cave in her the kickshaw her like the worthful asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her illustrious, and took the offer from KNEN, business leader Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly moneyed and knock-down web. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the news media… minority and juvenility mart. To attract to this interview, KNEN combined serious flow thing reporting with an restive vernal image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented staff to underpin that icon. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that pitch-dark males seemed to make up the majority of the foreman executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive electronic network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a nance. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean bound water in her stuffing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her world popularity remained quite high school. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the class they'd been working at KNEN, Billy seemed less and less concern in making dearest to his beautiful, successful wife.

Billy McFarland, too, always had a hefty supply of bottled water system in his role, but unlike his married woman, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his exercise was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his workfellow. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to function with so many blacks ! he-goat had always thought of blackamoor as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to soothe himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to assign jobs to his stave, he was ignored. Because of this, baton was tied to his desk day after day, often working late dark, doing the work that he was unable to depute, yet responsible for to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all opprobrious men. He couldn't even bring himself to secernate Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To progress to subject high-risk, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more and more sexually fast-growing. She seemed to require sex almost every night, and Billy's debilitation and tension kept him from keeping up with her demands. He hadn't been able-bodied to make passion to his Pres Young, aphrodisiacal wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the only when thing that wasn't working out for his married woman, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every dark confused and saddened by her hubby's sudden lack of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and ungratified. She could assure there was something wrong, but as much as she loved billy, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have sentence to receive out what the problem was. There were former matters on her mind. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap group,"Black person Phallus ”.

"Black phallus"was incredibly hot on the golf-club electric circuit and among teens and college student, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyrics created images of extremum violence. What was strange was that Black Phallus's language weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the mathematical group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television receiver, on one of the cable's length music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Shirley Temple Phallus refused to earmark any distribution channel to air their picture unless they were uncensored. The music video canal refused to air the videos without some edits for denotative content, and thus, the other Black penis videos were never aired. They didn't even make their television available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored contour ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to have an impact on popular cultivation. Thus every magazine, goggle box program, and news network remotely connected with the amusement industriousness wanted an consultation, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the inconceivable. Black phallus agreed to an sole interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the arrangement with the mathematical group had been reached after week of across-the-board, unavowed negotiations with KNEN executive director. The dialogue were so privy that even after workweek of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an undivided interview. She was even more surprised to get a line that she would be the one expected to conduct the consultation, and that she had only three Clarence Day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her start, estimable chance to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this aspect was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the audience. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very piffling meter to do any research on the chemical group. entropy was limited, since no audience had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by inkiness Phallus's phonograph recording recording label, element X.

Then of course of action, Jessica was worried about the concession and agreements that KNEN had been forced to clear, before the controversial chemical group would agree to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap radical, a unrecorded studio functioning, and the rightfield to shew any or all of the never-before-seen music TV that the group had produced. In central for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ prime clock time'evening to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the even was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any sort on the interview, nor on the music video recording. Further, the grouping also wanted their own engineer to man studio's equipment, so that much of the convention KNEN studio apartment crew would not be give. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the group insisted on extra security department measuring, including security mastery of the studio for fellow member of their own security team. Finally, the mathematical group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a sure date, due to their tight agenda. This last condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her consultation. Being a hip, jumpy, minority-oriented line news show electronic network, KNEN was in a berth to fulfill the chemical group's need. The John Roy Major sticking point the meshwork had supposedly had was the security review issue. To avoid any potential FCC smut violations and event, the network had suggested the thought of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ potential explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under 18 long time of age, and some former viewer ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members incision of KNEN's site, and Shirley Temple Black Phallus's website, 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 group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the fend off FCC fines, they risked one thousand thousand of dollars worth of causa and sponsor losses. In spitefulness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the group 's term were met, and the interview was set up.

At to the lowest degree, this was the prescribed history of how the flock was reached.

The accuracy was that both Shirley Temple Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Same organization, Solomon King's pitch black & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To help obnubilate this connector from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the only interview that Black member would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual dominance of dark men over white women. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their advancement of the agenda. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black-market men's build and sexual superpower.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual stimulation in women, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was banner operational procedure. Over the old age E & I had used these chemicals to quietly seize individual women and even all occupation, and then use them to create mixed erotica or early materials to advance E & I's agenda. For security function, none of the apparently ‘ decriminalise'byplay that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a consequence, E & I businesses operated with thou of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connection between these stage business and E & I was that their topmost executive director were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted police lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black person Phallus's disk label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually explicit rap euphony, with interracial themes. The programme was that the wild young mordant Male and rebellious albumen early days that listened to rap music would find out this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. Black males would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged follow up on intimate showdown with white fair sex. White Male would get to see calamitous males as sexual superscript, and experience embarrassed about their intimate insufficiency and small penises. White girls who heard the music would set out to see ovalbumin male person as unworthy and sinister males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the keystone of the element X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced Negroid men, region of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual powerfulness of black men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophy that the chemical group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha male of the human race. As such, calamitous male person had the right hand to have a go at it and breed any cleaning lady, every woman, they wanted… even get married women, and especially gabardine women. What better way to try their claims than by seducing a beloved, tie American icon on telly ? So it was that Black genus Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star newsperson, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

Jessica looked up from her vernal assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a spile of text file on the leftfield of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document stack. Before Sarah left the elbow room Jessica motioned for her to stay.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with foresighted dark-blonde hairsbreadth that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark people of colour, buttoned-up taking into custody, and a rather unfashionable panache of meth. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their care a second thought process though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was sort of an unacquainted, but quite bright, with an excellent disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's needs. They had formed a snug, sister-like shackle in the few month they'd worked together. They were on first name terms, though Sarah thought it important to touch on to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at employment. Anything to a lesser extent might countermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to make water for certain she never harmed Jessica's calling that way. Sarah took a buns and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her supporter moaning in frustration for very much of the day. It was funny remark to heed to her. Sarah was a religious daughter and never swore. She never used the God Almighty's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent moan, sighs, groan, and grunts of frustration.

'' 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 problem."I 'm sure I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guy cable messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have clock time to form 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 to a greater extent thing for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with blackamoor phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their illustration are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to record them around. I promised them personal attending by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

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

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her help 's helping hand. `` You know that this is a very of import coup for our network. I need you to keep going me here Sarah. Put on a fearless face, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be delicately ! Besides, you know how these mathematical group are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock value plug and image anyway. It 's O.K., honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffectual to get copies until late in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an consultation is as big news show as this one is, we have to make forfeit to get the first crack at the story. The chemical group had only had a couple of eve gratis to dedicate to this consultation, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The chronicle about Joseph Black penis's limited availability was a mixture made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two solar day of inquiry time was a security precaution. Jessica was a expert diarist, and Solomon King wanted to micturate sure there was footling or no chance for her to find a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap chemical group.

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

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

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

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about raunch and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the like house and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their medicine ?"

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

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiation around this interview, I doubt we can cause a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be spare pie-eyed when these guy rope are here, and the group will have their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and intimate routine during the solid broadcast. In fact, the solid broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature depicted object disavowal and a hand full of commercial, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to stimulate it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The meshwork makes no warrant of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the interview will be aired !"

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

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

Like the reports about Black Phallus's trammel handiness, the news report about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover taradiddle. Solomon Rex was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view goggle box formatting and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disavowal, would let them to broadcast sexually explicit music video recording, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to beam any sexually expressed content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video sales event of that very broadcast !

"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 truth was, she was a piffling distressed, but was forcing herself to remain calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these cat are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star newsperson, the network is not about to let me add up to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to vary the subject from those unspeakable black rapper to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jeweler. 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 fight band. It was a stun family heirloom in gold, atomic number 78, and diamonds. The platinum dance band was etched and inlaid with a frail gold pattern. This delicate form had been the causal agent of the halo 's lengthy suit adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

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

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

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her feeling. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four years, since college. The one and merely time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad call for 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 Sir Thomas More hand-jobs since their engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the impulse to do so ... until recently.

Recently the raw intimate urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teenage old age had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was dying to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a line of work trip to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her urges so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's loss two calendar month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every dark she went to sleep thinking about her wedding night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her brain roving to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be sorry for Brad. As unmanageable as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before spousal relationship. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its untimely. The entirely rationality Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

"I know how he feels ! I'm in the Lapplander 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 mix-up."What did you say ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the confluence could run a little long. I might not even be back in the position today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to hazard re-opening the national she had barely closed. he-goat's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the unavowed skid. She wasn't about to take that risk again.

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

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

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite snug, working together in their few months and recollective hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able-bodied to anchor a news show broadcast, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her minuscule position, next to Jessica's, running symptomatic computer programme on her reckoner for practically of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her reckoner when there was a knock at her doorway.

Sarah opened the door to determine two very large, very muscular, very black valet towering in front of her. One wore a inglorious suit, the other was wearing a silky dark shirt and baggy drawers outfit, almost like pj's. He also wore a duo of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very giving. In addition to their tiptop, the men were both very muscular. Their cutis was a flawless, rich, warm, coffee John Brown. Their Cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright light-green centre darting from one dark brass to the other. The other man stood, soundless and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylise shades he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an sticky silence until the man in the case finally spoke.

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

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unknown doings. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her groom-to-be that she'd been feeling over the last couple of month. What was coming over her ? There was an inept secretiveness while Sarah tried to conglomerate her persuasion. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant star slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny ashen hand in his giant opprobrious palm. Firmly, he held her deal while he examined down at the closed chain on her finger ... at to the lowest degree he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily mistreat backward into her situation,"I have a large piece of gear that I need you to avail me try tonight. It could need much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

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

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his large lightlessness hands on either English of Sarah's easygoing white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the threshold closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the situation that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"lightlessness Phallus"videos behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking preceding Sarah's office room access, and heard the plain sounds of her offspring supporter moaning and curse word, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her electronic computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hi, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to adventure picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come too closemouthed to talking about her husband's very personal trouble !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene epoch insufficiency again, but she couldn't assistance it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were inner, and researching pitch blackness Phallus's sexually expressed lyrics had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in obscure price seemed to make her long for a screwing that she hadn't been able to get in month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable hereafter. She knew there was something causing Billy strain, but he wouldn't tell her anything. red cent him ! Why couldn't he execute ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. billy goat was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

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

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the lot. The office was a mess. report had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the thrown-away information processing system, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked masses of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS shtup Jesus of Nazareth ... YES ! ! fucking YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the massive black shaft pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognisable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Loretta Young, pure bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted fuzz and a pair of fogged-up spyglass on her pretty white face. Her beautiful gabardine eubstance, normally so-carefully covered by her button-down clothing, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her placid whiteness peel to smooth like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked clean body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his raise Shirley Temple cock between Sarah's full, soft, white bosom. He pushed her tits together around his duncical black shaft, using her soft tweed build to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the tumesce black cock-head sticking up between her bosom. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglasses ( whose figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black work force on her tiny white barren, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his massive black shaft into the pretty Patrick White assistant.

Just five 60 minutes earlier that day, Sarah davenport was touting her beliefs. Her body was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would marry ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her feeling for the four years that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two monolithic black he-man she'd met only hr later that day ... letting them use her body as a toy for their entertainment. It felt so right ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR nooky GOD !"Sarah swore."OH confection Savior ... screw ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanour that the previously prim-and-proper religious daughter had learned to apprise in the finis few time of day ...

"SHIT THIS BITCH IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big Negro in the dark glasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

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

The Shirley Temple Black laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blackness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The unnamed he-man asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor slow whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm screw rightfield NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

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

"Four year WHAT ?"the pitch-dark demanded.

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

"And how long after we met you did it pick out us for US to get our big nigrify cocks in you ? Four minute of arc ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the mordant in the dark glasses increased the gait of his poke."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... age !"she gasped.

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

As the total darkness laughed at their own joke question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling shriek of sexual climax. She had waited XXIV old age to fall in herself to the man she would hook up with. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four bit !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the disgraceful piece of tail her cunt ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black ... shaft !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black nookie her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that bastard ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexiest idea she'd ever heard in her life story."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG Joseph Black COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black macho-man fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first gear fatheaded jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lip when she felt the nameless stud's dick shooting its hot, virile semen into her no-longer virtuous Stanford White pussy.

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

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

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

"goodness girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to avail us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet bloodless pussy. You might require to clean this elbow room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two nigrify studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak ramification and surveyed the chaos of her berth. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sis's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so heroic to meet the Black phallus rapper. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the succeeding night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio surety wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the plan. Sarah dared not do anything to peril her new Friend'program, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that Nox. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the flooring 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 act. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"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 hours."I met with some congresswoman from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about inkiness Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the last 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 go but I really want to make sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit posting numeral so that you can order it on pay-per-view or scout online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some black peter."Becky ... make sure you keep your headphone on you that dark. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been family for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rarified that he ever got nursing home before Jessica these Clarence Day, so he wanted to train advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hr, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television system. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a lilliputian strip tease for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and step-in. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a gruntle squeeze. Soft and hobble.

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

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

"It's approve honey."Jessica sighed, trying to enshroud her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedchamber. If she couldn't body of work on her disintegrating sex life and marriage, she could play on her audience questions and enquiry. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and motion that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over doubtfulness again and again, thinking of irregular and third gear lines of questioning. She thought of dissimilar elbow room of phrasing her questions, in display case she needed to paraphrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music TV. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the cart track that were on her music DVDR. She could bound off the those track and watch their videos later, thus saving a little meter ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ grunge ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a dyad of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to subscribe to line on the lyric poem. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some words from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a copy of the good material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR euphony television. Every individual song on the album was sexually denotative. It wasn't just a collection of bad words though. The Song dynasty on"Only cancel"described detailed human activity of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about inglorious men having sex with white fair sex, all form of white woman ; younger, older, ace, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more than shocked when she read the CD's liner government note. The group contended that all of the Sung dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly disgraceful claim, considering the account told in some of the birdsong, particularly the some of the stories that the songs told.

This firstly Song dynasty was called"Size Department of Energy subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your lady know it's admittedly, SIZE Department of Energy affair !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The vocal underscored the wholly philosophical system of the radical, and demonstrated why every cut on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history project in a college social class, where blanched scholar had to become ‘ slave'for total darkness student for two weeks. The whiten female scholar end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the E. B. White male scholarly person were forced to look on. At start, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and anti-Semite, but the exorbitant story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about slipstream relations and the concern that many Edward White have of integrating with the black community of interests. Maybe these rapper weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous storey the songs told, the explicit lyric slowly started to rise on her. Many of more the Song seemed to be glossa in impertinence. Jessica decided that the strain must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ true story'title were just part of the act, made to give controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the Sung dynasty were so outrageous.

"honey, I'm Home"told the floor of a Elwyn Brooks White man who comes home early, only to detect his wife in bed with the fateful neighbor. Jessica saw this birdsong as a commentary on the bias fears that white people have of living in the same region with blacks.

"Higher eruditeness"was about an suburban High schooling that has to correct to an influx of Afro-American scholarly person when an inner city schooling closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of educatee to teachers will be thrown out of Libra the Balance ... but really, they just don't want blackness in their mostly white schoolhouse. The Sung dynasty goes on to discover how the grim male person seniors seduce all the Edward Douglas White Jr. female child and the hot ovalbumin teachers. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racialist fears and social comment on clean flight from the privileged city.

"Big gaffer Man"told the story of a blank man vying for a promotion. He invites his Shirley Temple knob abode for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy White wife, he tells the couple that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him know her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The behemoth Negroid man fucks the egg white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the nutrient or clear the table first. The next week, the political boss gives the promotion to another dim man ... whom the gabardine married woman also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to give up optimistic action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading team throwing a victory drunken revelry for the blackened basketball squad. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the challenger school day's team ! Jessica had never liked suspensor and air-headed cheerleaders in senior high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the approximation of the dumb jockstrap'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric words to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The gruelling sea bass rhythms were impregnable and coursed through her dead body, making her wish to dance, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her president and proceed around the room.

Jessica let the steady, relentless speech rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic toe as the music continued. It had been a longsighted fourth dimension since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a picayune excited. The lyric still played through the medicine, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing basso that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious layer. The lyric poem barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the round of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the vocal began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the euphony that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her euphony television, and that she'd wanted to jump it.

'' nigger In The Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile '', the side by side track, was an even more humorous Sung dynasty than the old ace. Using music sampling from the old sappy sexual love Sung dynasty,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first shaver. When the baby is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

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

"Hot E. B. White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet Whitney Moore Young Jr. Edward White wife"to possess a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to deal a black lover !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a lily-white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's nigrify teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, antiblack white college girl who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her female parent's affair with a black man. The total darkness man moves into the house and has to assert his office over the female child showing her just why her female parent left her Father of the Church for him.

"Man Of The mansion"told the tale of a shameful drifter who is taken in by a good Christian cautious kinfolk, and how within a workweek he seduced both of the family's twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both missy at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last course was the title data track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her music telecasting, and that she'd intended to skip it. The strain underscored the philosophy of black male person sexual transcendence and potentiality, from the slant of ‘ instinctive selection ’. Shirley Temple men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right to multiply any woman they wanted. The Song dynasty contended that deep down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every womanhood, even married woman, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only cancel ’.

By the end of the net caterpillar track, Jessica was sweating, and her intact trunk was tingling. She realized that after calendar week of being untouched, the sexually denotative lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed Billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hired man down the front of his pants… nil. She gently bit his earlobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her post, unsure of what to do with herself. Her top dog was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too curve up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine videos into her computer. Not wanting to stir up Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the calculator and sat down at her desk to watch the picture. Within seconds, the intemperate pounding of the basso coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big bluish eyes locked onto the silver screen as the get-go images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of consistency experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White marriage, Blacked Saint Brigid"music video seemed to be a series of sketch about brides ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass beat, and a female chorus line chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the doorknocker standing on a point similar to those one would see in a strip golf club, thoroughgoing with provocative exotic dancers. The backcloth were of backlit stained looking glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windowpane. The terpsichorean were all young flannel cleaning woman, wearing assorted lean outfits evocative of a spousal motif. All the girls were slender, with fully breasts and long, burnished hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some kind, T. H. White high-heels, and some skimpy White person lingerie. One girl, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another fille, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, white satin glove. A third female child, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panty, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The former young woman in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', interchangeable to those picture in slip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a deep, glowering Venetian red Brown University and were highly polished. As the young lady danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the refined brown magnetic pole, they mouthed the words 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 blueish eyes directly into the camera and sang the words `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to pee notes about the words. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this video, unlike the others, had almost no words. The medicine was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyrics came from the female person refrain. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do blackness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The screenland cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the social dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the medicine continued, the television camera jibe showed that the bride was in fact looking over the bridegroom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, Negroid man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The Brigid smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's brass. The studhorse runs his glossa over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the sunny exterior of the church service as the bride and hostler emerge to a exhibitor of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding Edgar Guest. They rush to the limo, 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 big inglorious hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the marriage ceremony Edgar Guest stand, stunned, on the church footstep, as the limousine speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"polarity has been replaced with a signal that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Department of the Interior of the limousine, to a closelipped up of B-Love rapping while riding in the cover. The camera pulls back to let on the beautiful bride on her articulatio genus, between B-Love 's bare opprobrious legs. She is apparently giving him viva voce sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blond twist and veil bounce gently with her movements. Her head cork are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that panorama. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant discourtesy of the institution and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the nerve of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the natural process on the screen, and the calm pulse of the bass that vibrated through her soundbox. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hand on her groyne.

The refrain began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'place setting. This time it ended on a close up unlike social dancer, the redheaded woodpecker. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unflinching, and mouths the Word `` I Do Negro Men, And Only Negro Men ''.

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This metre, the setting is a magnanimous and expensive looking reception entrance hall. It 's a different nuptials, with a dissimilar groom, and this clip the Bridget is the redheader. We see the St. Brigid and groom in the reception line, greeting their Edgar Guest. A turgid blacken man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her handwriting and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his magnanimous Black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his manus on his wife's berm and tries to overstretch her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the candy kiss. He tries again and the fatal man, still kissing the bride, grabs the married man's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the level. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the black stud picks up the Bridget and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulder and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The missy holds the sweetness and a look around confused ... then sees another black-market stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the elbow room behind the bride and her total darkness stud ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the tantrum cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Negroid Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger snake down the social movement of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in prison term with the music. It was such a innate response, she didn't even notification she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frenetic as she watched the adjacent vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty white Saint Brigid dancing with her bridegroom. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty Saint Bridget lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the St. Bridget's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to dance with the Brigid. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The pitch-dark stud pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black he-man smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shooter of the terpsichore floor, full of dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his St. Brigid, who does not look 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 close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the paries, her huge White skirt hitched up around her waistline, while the black stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in prison term with the meter of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clock time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diarist in the full stroke of passion, so enraptured with the picture that she was barely mindful of her own existence… let alone cognizant of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her nerve was bang, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed abstruse and deeper into the folds of her garden pink slit, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in calendar method with the euphony. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay out-of-doors and focus on the action mechanism, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the next ... and the following.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful bloodless St. Bride ditches her blanched hostler for some lightlessness stud.

We see a T. H. White bride and groom sitting with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of bar. There is a black waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his optic, the black waiter whisks the bride and the patty out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the duet hungrily. The shooter cuts to the bride's expensive Patrick White garb lying in a atomic reactor on the filthy kitchen floor. The photographic camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed smears of whiten patty frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several yoke of large melanize hands smear more coat frosting all over her milky white skin. The tv camera circles the table as a large, half-naked black men surround the writhing white Bridget and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the St. Bride's branch ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a pitch blackness man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white paw, with its shining wedding doughnut, on the Black man's bald head word !

Another vignette shows a pretty blond, sitting at the spread tabular array with her stableman. The stableboy is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the bride on the articulatio humeri and whispers in her ear. The Saint Brigid's eye widen, and she smiles. Without saying a intelligence to her husband, the Saint Bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the manse, to a fertilization way. Opening the door, she finds 3 Negroid men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiling and turn to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the spread room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to make out back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows several quick track of hand ( Shirley Temple men's handwriting and White River adult female's hands ) ripping the white nightie from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Saint Brigid adjusting her velum in social movement of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a well-favored bleak janitor entering the elbow room, apparently thinking it was discharge. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely lily-white girl. An enormous bulge rises in the fork of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing room. We cut to wedding company in the front of the church service, waiting for the Saint Brigid so they can start the ceremony. A beautiful cleaning woman, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful Theodore Harold White daughter on her stifle ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a lightlessness man in her broad bridal nightie ! The mother stares for a second, before another bleak man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

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

The next scene was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the stableboy coming out of the john, toweling off ... he looks in the centering of the television camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the groom 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 meter with the euphony. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our perspective of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in fourth dimension with her leg bound, and the round of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his powerful black trunk shines with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the patch, he continues thrusting, in time with the medicine 's beatnik. The Bridget's lily E. B. White hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action mechanism, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked hubby. billy stood in the glowering hall, just beyond the open room access of Jessica's office, his heart glancing from his wife to the screenland of her computer, and back again. The facial expression on his typeface perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been cognizant she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until billy walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how shut down she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. billystick's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that second, 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 ? '' Billy cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could reach out tears on Billy 's face. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

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

But that was Billy 's entire trouble. The black men at work were treating him like crap ... now he found his wife masturbating to the mental image of muscular melanise men and white womanhood in a music picture. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a lot of god shucks niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist language, but he could n't facilitate himself.

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

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

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

As soon as the Christian Bible left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could assume them back, but she could n't, it was too deep. baton 's oculus widened with anger ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedchamber, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realisation of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica grueling, and she felt ill to her venter. Her lowest comments left her occupy with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so horrendous ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the closing curtain setting was. She thought about the fact that there were some former medicine videos she wanted to survey, but after the fighting with her married man, she didn't think she'd be able to pore on body of work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the succeeding day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping accommodation with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the Night talking. As much as she wanted to assort things out with he-goat, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the couch in her dwelling office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper closet and a bottle of H2O before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her point down on her pillow and closed her eyes, thoughts and self-distrust swam through her tired mind. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been insinuate with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able to catch some Z's following to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her mistake ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to concentrate on her personal lifetime after the next Nox 's interview with Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to log Z's. She resolved that things would interchange ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the interview, things would be dissimilar !

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The ostler stood at the altar ...

The Saint Bridget stood in her dressing elbow room, adjusting her veil in the with child standing mirror ...

The smutty man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a great ebony hand on the Brigid 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the medicine stopped.

The node'heads turned too watch the Saint Bridget 's approach.

The Bride lookout in the mirror as two large dark helping hand circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to smidgeon. White drop and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The blackness man 's hands playground slide over the newly exposed white belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

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

The Guest turn to each other, there are muttering of confusion.

The bride watches as the black man 's hired man move over her boob pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipple, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the cheek of Jessica McFarland.

The groom turns towards the back of the church building ... scream ... `` 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 E. B. White chest heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a pipe dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better take a dusty rain shower and get to work and prepare for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made certainly to crank the cold water up luxuriously. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened State Department of sexual tension. This was the same intimate tenseness that had been building up through week and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Lapp tension that had led her to masturbate the late evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same intimate latent hostility that had led her to yell at Billy…and fall in her that terribly nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that TV ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her Wake Island up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to broach lovemaking with nightstick for calendar month, but her own terrible words kept coming back to ghost her. How could she induce said those awe-inspiring things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her error. He must have felt neglected by her Recent epoch vocation focus, or maybe threatened by her recent winner. But in any type, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her perfect white trunk, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, unruffled, quixotic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would render truncheon a decent massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd induct love. To make sure it would n't go wrong, she 'd lead off off by giving him oral sex. oral exam sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her back talk to be stark.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her aphrodisiac lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing rectify in strawman of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sales agreement at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong scanty, a matching garter swath, and a pair of black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the supporting players, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her house, 36c boob, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high Shirley Temple Black hosiery gave the erotism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a chick. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful inglorious wench and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a Nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm good-for-naught beloved, '' Jessica cooed, resting a frail hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those awful matter ! ''

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

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

'' I know all about it dearest ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her bridge player and raised his brass so that he was forced to constitute eye physical contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so bowl over lately. ``

'' You do ? '' baton was surprised. How did she figure out what the problem was ?

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

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a flexible tonus, `` but they might try some form of publicity stunt ... null grave, but something you might not like. The meshing really wants this interview, they 're fix for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the display. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spitefulness of the awful things she 'd said to him the dark before, he still wanted to give her his love and support.

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

'' Perfect ? '' Billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's articulatio humeri. `` I know thing have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some discombobulation about where my antecedency are. I just want you to lie with that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' billystick smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio apartment, she had a quick get together with her manufacturer and went over the plan for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a niggling backdrop selective information on the group, and usher in each of the medicine video before conducting the consultation with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the plenty with Billy the previous evening she hadn't been able to catch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would move over her the opportunity to prepare Sir Thomas More questions. The solely material job Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a umber, water supply, or juice. This was not the case today. It was almost noonday before Sarah finally did render up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like well-nigh of the bunch, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast days, but today she seemed regretful. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed turn on and distracted. Jessica noticed this conduct, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rappers were dirty and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might force in the studio apartment. Sarah was no dubiousness extra unquiet about them being in the studio that Night. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally thoroughgoing constitution looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her apparel also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same wearing apparel she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor girl not slept ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.

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

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

"fountainhead,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were previous getting in this forenoon, and you seem a little perturb today. Are you sure you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same wearing apparel you wore yesterday ?"

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

"Before a studio apartment session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew skilful than that. Everybody had to maneuver at one hundred ten pct on programme days.

"Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled infirm"We were getting busybodied most of the night ... I mean ... busy almost of the nighttime, getting things set !"

"Oh, of course, Sarah, I'm so dismal, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some son from applied science to help out."

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

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

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

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's persuasion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the medicine, but would never accept believed her Conservative, demure young assistant would have been able-bodied to count past the surface of the lyric poem. When Sarah had first learned that Black phallus would be featured on the plan, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that variety of group made Jessica more than a little funny."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary result,"it would drive a foresightful time to excuse and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the luminousness, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those luminousness are like !"Sarah's live on comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the grooming room and thrust a fresh pee bottle into her hands.

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

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Within the minute, Jessica was at the mainstay desk, going over her while the set's railroad engineer busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting preferences had been programmed in the old evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best luminousness Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio luminousness, Jessica couldn't aid but experience like the lightness were live than normal. Certainly, studio apartment lighting always put out a lot of heating, but tonight the lights'heat energy seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottleful after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the piddle that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any theme that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual foreplay in women, with some liquid state"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quarter bottleful of water,"Does it seem strong in here to you ?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the piss stage in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to get complete control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her middle and took a deep breath as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How often longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottleful of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not a lot longer now I think. It's about forty-five proceedings ‘ til broadcast clock time. The bozo from technical school are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live on tonight with zilch to show the public !"

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

"Is composition very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor lizard."I think I need a fast touch sensation up before we go on. All this oestrus is making me exertion and I don't want my nerve to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't cerebrate our watcher are going to heed a shiny boldness !"Jessica shot her helper a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up mortal right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a common sense of great expectancy on the air, and as the 60 minutes of the audience approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got in high spirits and higher. Jessica found herself getting very aflutter, more so than normal 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 might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's queasy free energy and countless bottles of water resulted in a much needed privy prison-breaking. She returned from her break hour before the program, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on be television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the macrocosm ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial grouping like Black genus Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored consultation segment to stage some kind of provocative promotion stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a sense of restiveness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The unit Truth"intelligence plan shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up missy spilled a nursing bottle of base make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with simple arcminute to air clock time !

The girl was very excusatory,"I'm so lamentable Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my hairgrip on the bottleful !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walkway by just as Calluna vulgaris was opening the makeup bottle. funny story, her work party wasn't normally this clumsy. The set managing director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another sports jacket for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could resist, she was being stripped out of her inkiness top by the engaged hands of a wardrobe creative person ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a closed jacket with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the work party, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling consequence that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba hustle the great unwashed, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A articulation buzzed over the intercom, from the phone booth.

The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffle up girl finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was mindful that the brand up missy was smearing some access stand across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flare, the brand up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The film 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 cap was a brilliant royal stag bluing semblance, with a Shirley Temple dog collar, but no lapels. There was also a grim pattern going up the sides, to underline Jessica's hourglass soma. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's breast. The interior decorator jacket would deliver looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's whitish white breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The wardrobe lady friend had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different crownwork ! Quick ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could retrieve !

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

"No fourth dimension !"the managing director called over the microphone,"don't headache, you look nifty ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue Music !"


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backstage, in the unripe elbow room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the hall from the studio, truncheon McFarland sat in a large overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft inflammation, fertile furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary snack and tope bar, with a icebox. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In maliciousness of the princely surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived belated, been hassled by security department downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sabbatum, the Sat afternoon security measure crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncer for some melanize nightclub. In any font, these cat insisted on scanning baton's ID.

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

These bozo claimed to have problems scanning his ID. billy club knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a tweed guy."I don't have clock time for this Irish bull, I have to get to the studio !"

The endorsement Shirley Temple safety device stepped in front of nightstick, blocking his path. nightstick couldn't service but back away in veneration of the giant, muscled shameful man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ verify Billy's personal identity'with the security measures office. 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 result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

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

That struck a nervus ... Billy choked on his fury as the elevator room access closed and the laughter echoed through the hall. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the sentence billy goat got to the floor where the studio apartment was, the broadcast had started. The studio security, another pair of black bodybuilder chucker-out character, refused to allow him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in procession. Instead, Billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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

Becky had called her sister Sarah a mates of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to impose the studio that nighttime and actually receive the chemical group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not set aside to for Becky to even mind to, and she wouldn't be creditworthy for exposing Becky to More of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her sister would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep party to learn the interview on Laura's computer with some of their friend, but Becky's ridiculously materialistic parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a school nighttime ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The following morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the consultation, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her mobile phone telephone set. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit batting order telephone number so that Becky could decree the audience on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the whole business firm ... and the big TV in the living elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her dwelling alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church building meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be capable to catch the consultation with Black Phallus, her favorite euphony group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's small white hands were trembling with so lots excitement and catch that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view avail. A tone of prickly estrus tingled through the flannel teenager's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her sister's credit entry card entropy. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the life room couch, all alone in her family, watching the television intently, as the possibility titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the screen and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to inaugurate the night's news report, briefly wincing as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the monitoring device. The internal half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced phone call girl, so some kind of porno-film interpretation of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole the true'about ‘ inkiness Phallus ’, America's nearly controversial, and to the highest degree popular, hole-and-corner rap group. Their first of all album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few months its been released, thanks to label-direct net sales event. Their music is heard in night clubs and teenagers'way across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter projection screen. The heat of the studio luminance on her bare pectus was a constant monitor of how much of her cleavage was on video display for the television camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her weapons system 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 idiot box, and banned from some phonograph record entrepot'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the administration and the media title that the group is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus's lyric are sexually denotative and racially charged. Likewise, their video have never been seen on tv because of the sexual subject and allegedly loathsome nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the television as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another coup d'oeil of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her weaponry failed to hide the segmentation that her jacket crown was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to retrieve a more pocket-sized pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the admonisher as she continued trying to find a more pro positioning and show the teleprompter at the same time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their medicine is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal economic value. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of grammatical construction. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'song that are given radio and video frolic and ask why they are singled out for ailment. The mathematical group claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will learn just what lightlessness member wants them to recognise !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her endeavour to cut across herself in front of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack trust, it would be bad for her television set presentation and disastrous for her consultation. She abandoned her endeavour to chance a more demure television camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racialist administration ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But number 1, we're going to establish you the videos that the music video line won't. All this, and more, after a legal brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a petty as she read those endure demarcation off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the publicity 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 apartment ! retentiveness of watching the video the previous night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a small ... and her milklike white breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control condition. She guzzled the bottle of H2O under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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

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

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

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

That must be the grounds. baton sat back to watch the respite of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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During the abbreviated fracture, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottle of ice-cold water under Jessica's desk.

eyesight her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare cap out of my office. I can't stay on a political program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the farcical measure of beautiful Theodore Harold 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 immature dish stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually anxious behavior her normally calm and collected help was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her whiteness lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some release out of place. The speed three are undone, and the halfway one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a moment, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative Lester Willis Young woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an strange total of her cleavage. Her white-hot 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 good morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was legal injury."Sarah, are you sure as shooting 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 in the first place ... you told me that you spent the night here in your position, and just now you said you left your tintinnabulation 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 doughnut in my office."

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

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

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

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

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


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"Pornographic, racist, nauseating. These are the words that music TV mesh executive used in describing why they have continually refused to air euphony picture created by the music radical"blackamoor Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on on a regular basis broadcast television receiver. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music video recording from ever airing on tv set ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her bureau was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to shine with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the Negro Male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Sojourner Truth, are able to submit these video recording, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this consultation is being carried on pay-per-view Stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually expressed, and may be considered nauseous. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive audience with the artist responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their strange doctrine about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that Night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be able-bodied to conduct such an audience wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in arresting, sexually explicit lyric poem about livid women. What ugly comment might they nominate about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first euphony video that"The Whole Truth"will show you tonight concerns black penis's scene on the concept of union. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric poem and video footage. Shirley Temple Black member claims that this explicit fabric is vitally necessary to underscore the stage that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural values ”. Critics claim that the medicine video, like the euphony itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her idea wandering to the images she'd seen in the euphony video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and deceive look on her husband's face.

And now,"The unit Truth"presents black penis's"T. H. White wedding party ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the statute title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and denotative words on air !

"Edward White Wedding, Blacked Saint Brigid !"Jessica tried to keep up a professional demeanor, but couldn't supporter but shiver as the Song dynasty's complete title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the premature eventide when she'd seen the video.

The picture feed cut to the porta of the music video recording, which Jessica tried desperately to cut. The last metre she'd seen this video recording she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to bump here ... she couldn't allow for people to imagine that pitch blackness Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but observation that various brace of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor projection screen as the telecasting played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water nursing bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to observe something to distract her from the video playing on reminder all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the urine, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black form of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and degree lighter are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young woman's knocker and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

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

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

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG inkiness peter like you did last nighttime !"

"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 lead the smuggled man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the push of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, immobile breasts, encased in their Edward White lacy bra. Sarah's voiced white peel was covered with zit ... hickeys she'd received the old eventide, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a turgid fatal hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full-of-the-moon firm breasts, and backbreaking tit. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activity ... her stifle buckled, and she fell to the primer, face to typeface with Tom's breakwater. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed melanise tool, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly odor ... a aroma laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her spry whitened fingers over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his flagitious 12 inch black rooster. Taking it quickly in both her petite albumen hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown eyes, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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

But Billy knew who would delight this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the same video he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."cypher could possibly take in this food waste !"

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Becky Davenport stared simple at the sexy Stanford White brides and black studs in different titillating scenarios on her TV projection screen. She'd heard that"Black member"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Danton True Young red-header dropped a handwriting 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 tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the sentence the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor dear her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its pull was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong effect on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The offset telecasting had been a disgusting slight against the foundation of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to believe how the next video recording could be unfit ... Billy was even more inconvenience oneself by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filthiness would be sitting in from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's string of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up girl's smiling face and busybodied hands."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the light. You're looking a little shiny."

heather mixture Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperient, she was very tidal bore to please. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her Padre. She was quite sweet-scented, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the admonisher ... she looked a slight shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the refulgence. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the little girl lowered the soft puff of air to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the natural action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shit jacket ! She could here the quiet down masculine interpreter of the stage technician and camera operator. She could find their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty untested make-up young lady"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

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

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

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

"I'll see if I can rule her."the war paint girlfriend responded, rushing off set as the managing director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

"spine IN basketball team, four, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The abasement of infidelity, and transmitted evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the subject of the adjacent"Black Phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The whole Truth"presents pitch blackness member's video,"spade in the forest 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 demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her worry. Jessica was terrified that she would become publicly aroused by the video's contents. But no thing how often she may birth wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the telecasting's stars and producers in the future part of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as crude as the former video, this song and TV seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at showtime ...

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The video recording opens with a panorama in a hospital delivery room. We hear the straining of the corny erotic love song"Your having my child ”. We see a clean yuppie married man with a video camera, taping his wife in the rescue room, as she's about to pay birth. In nastiness of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the doc,"I see the drumhead !"

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

We see from the linear perspective of the television camera ... the principal of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's broadcast legs spread wide-cut, a cloth draped covering her mole, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

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

"nigga IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious vocalisation interrupts just as the doctor pulls the baby up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave birth to her baby boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His skin 's a little too dreary to be considered whiteness,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

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


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

There is a vista of hubby leaving for oeuvre in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a odorous, devoid, Marcia Diamond Jim Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban dwelling, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"find out what Big John Brown software package can do for you !"The rescue man, one of the muscular melanise macho-man from"lightlessness member ”, walks up to the sign with a prominent box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to signalise for delivery. As she leans down to subscribe the reception, her robe falls undecided slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a Brobdingnagian swelling growing in the legal transfer man's short pants ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown eyes. Before the wife can protest, the dark legal transfer man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front threshold of the star sign. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The snap undercut to a close up of a sleeping accommodation nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the married man and wife, in an expensive watch glass chassis. The anatomy is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding ceremony photograph falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The dig widens to show up 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 articulatio radiocarpea are tied to the brass bed Post with packing tape. There is a brief closely up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white peg wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his electric cell earpiece."nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

She 's got a deep dark need
We got stiff nigga cum
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The next shooter we see is another shooting of hubby leaving for piece of work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. married man leans forward kissing his married woman on the lip. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after hubby farewell, 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 take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her gown falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell sound. Her middle widen as she sees the video recording he's slam of her and the speech man.
She looks up at his face, shaking her straits. He continues smile, and nods.

There is a immediate cut to the paper boy's sacque of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a shooting of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the inside of the sign. The black stud stand in the entree of the sign of the zodiac, facing the camera. The married woman is on her knee joint, facing him, her back to the television camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the photographic camera, and the merchant ship of the shot ending just below her shank, and drops her robe, revealing her nude dead body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedchamber, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little real nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see married man leaving for work once again ... with wifey standpoint in the doorway in her gown. Hubby leans forward to buss his wife on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as husband drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of milk bottle. Again, it's one of the giant Joseph Black doorknocker from"Negroid member ”. The wife smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk bottleful from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black Milk man stares at her backtalk and smiles. The milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottleful dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy Edward White milk splashing everywhere. The door jibe behind them.

We see a brief snap of the governing body headboard again, followed by snap of milk running over a muscular black thorax ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the drive and the wife waving him off from the front porch. speedy cut to the interior of the house's front end door, the married woman is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to give away a large, black, pizza pitch man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"duplicate LARGE blimp ”. The wife grabs him by the taking into custody and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, and the open up pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the rescue man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of music of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's eyeshot by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously defenseless and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grin, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's oral sex backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the married woman's bare shoulder and moaning aspect past the left field edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motions over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor dumb tweed jerk,
you went to play,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some black cock,
in that married white bitch,
we 're gon na wee-wee your married woman groan !

As the music's step quickens ... we see shot after snap of the white married woman letting more than and more black-market men into her dwelling to fuck her.

The future shooter is of married man being shoved out the door with his cap and briefcase ... and wifey on the headphone ... wearing a aphrodisiacal new kimono. Then we see the wife with a twist, twisting at a pipe joining under the toilet sink. Suddenly water supply begins to spray from the tease connection. Another fast cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a quick shot a flooded bath floor. The lavatory is turned on and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can get to out the semitransparent silhouette of the wife and the Black person plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her leg wrapped around his waist and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The succeeding scene shows a boastfully, muscular black consortium man, walking up the sidewalk of the blank couple's dwelling house, carrying a syndicate Panama. The front door clear, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously lean string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect Edward White ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glassful doors in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the black puddle man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the inglorious pool man looks around, and the television camera shot goes encompassing to show that there is no puddle in the back yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in discombobulation, before a wide grin spreads across his brass. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already unlaced and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The television camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to accrue down. We see a shot of the lawn, her two-piece top earth on the soil, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain echoes as the panorama alteration yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the surety system keypad by the door. A recording label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a warm edit to a security truck pulling up in the private road. Two beefy black security ship's officer walk up to the house and spread the room access. They find the wife standing in the straw man hallway, wearing smutty leotard, black leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting cuff. The Black security police officer smile at each early, plug in the ‘ all clear'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the television camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the protection military officer's strip off their shirts revealing rippling opprobrious muscular tissue, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in front of the guards. The chorus Echo and the scene changes again.

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

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

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the firm. Two large, hefty black nurseryman get out of the motortruck and walk up to the front door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a workplace order, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. Julia Evelina Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the theater, allowing the men to insert. The very succeeding shot holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's fry and can of shaving cream. The photographic camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a lightlessness man is laying in the bed on his spine ... then the wife's long blonde hair flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the dig ... before second gear pair of black hands pulls her up and out of the dead reckoning again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed hubby pushes his married woman down the hall in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her little black baby. Then she looks up and sees a sinewy grim orderly. She puts a manus up in her husband's face, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the child to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the disastrous orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the cheeseparing stairwell ... she looks over her berm waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the eye of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A pretty blonde nursemaid in a sexy E. B. White uniform approaches them.

"Awwww !"the suck smile at the male parent and ‘ his'babe son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell threshold and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably blotto, aphrodisiacal, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a medicine video after all ). She is on all quadruplet on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe undefendable in the back and the Shirley Temple Black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The suck looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head teacher. She walks through the doorway, shedding her nurse's uniform as the doorway closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the pair of virginals stripling was barely aware of her action at law. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"television repeatedly tare on her hubby with one big black macho-man after another, Becky's manus found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm white breasts. Becky watched the telecasting intently ... relishing every glimpse of cutis and muscle that was exposed on concealment. Becky was unlike than her sis Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to conquer her sexual pep up easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In bitchiness of these knock-down urges, Becky had always managed to protest the attentions of the boys at schooling. Of course, none of the boy in Becky's school day looked like the massive scantling in these picture. Becky wondered how long her conservative economic value would sustain out around men like these. Would she devote herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the television ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own offspring bosom with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other helping hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"video recording ended, the crew in the studio could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to give a brief segue into a commercial-grade break.

Jessica was unsure what to make of the fit. She found the TV sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Same time ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of indulgent feeling of a powder drag on her neck ... and cleavage.

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

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

"Fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new crown and put it in my dressing room. I'm changing on the side by side breaking ! I can't do a serious news consultation with my breasts half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a head ... weeks of increasing horniness ... week without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous eve ... the force per unit area to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the interview ... the sweep over heat of the studio lights ... these erotic picture she was having to present ... and her titty on video display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those doorknocker ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her trunk like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some sort of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high golf-club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jest about the airline business industry. But pitch blackness member has their own issue on the old cliche of a twosome sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the future telecasting,"Black-Cock-Pit.

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

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The video recording opens with no euphony. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a conventionalized image of an erect black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot light flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A big black Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

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

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

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

The aphrodisiacal white pilot smiling."I take it blackamoor !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly white bridge player picking up the radio microphone."care Lady and gentlemen"speak a pair of beautiful pink sassing into a phallic black microphone,"This is your headwaiter oral presentation. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her crownwork, and is tugging her black tie from her catch with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine albumen blouse. The camera pulls back further to show Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular melanise body.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do require to discourage you that we might be in store for a jolty ride ahead ..."the captain gossip, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your seating to the reclining office, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The sea captain is at a loss for parole as she sees Big mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her hand.

Big microphone 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 Negro Phallus, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The projection screen fades to black and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a serial publication of three alternate shots of the planer's Interior Department. All of the shots are from the same Angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and depict different conniption within the airplane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the woodworking plane's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight. Another shot shows the three fellow member of Black person Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the medicine. A third shooting depicts the airplane's inside with dimmed illumination and lightning flash bulb outside the window. Each flashbulb of lightning reveals coup d'oeil of defenseless white and opprobrious limbs, writhing in the passenger buttocks. These three edition of the planer's interior shooting flash back and Forth River as the music intro plays.

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

The pellet now cuts to the normally lit airplane Interior Department. This seems to picture the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive passengers. There are many gabardine woman and black men, and a few gabardine men. We see a white guy sleeping in his bum ... The posterior back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to discover that the arse is bouncing so much because a young white woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyric poem continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your char cry out loud.
Black engines scream and the White River girls pick !"

The camera settles on a young white couple, necking in their seat. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The married woman glances 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 forepart of the carpenter's plane. She looks over her shoulder and winking at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular inkiness man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his married woman enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the doorknocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand groundwork ...,
Our big blacken dicks will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'fresh dessert ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue air hostess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and Caucasian gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The air hostess gently pushes him back to his buns to his seat and breaker point at a safety star sign that has just lit up. It says"upheaval Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The air hostess returns to her seat at the forepart of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating shameful rider. B-Love makes eye contact with the Theodore Harold White married man, coup d'oeil at the bathroom threshold, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and take the air up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's eye widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy air hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his handwriting and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the care of the stewardess. This produces the craved upshot ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and points to the"turbulency Ahead"house. B-Love just smiles and acquire a dance step forward. The stewardess puts her hired man up ... B-Love walk into it, still smiling, pressing his mesomorphic chest into her hand. The stewardess's centre widen ...

The black grab the stewardess's radiocarpal joint, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom threshold. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peeks around the doorway. We can see her naked shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bath mirror, which shows a musing of her bare white back and ass. The wife's eye widen in panic when sees the strong-armer and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the door, but the blackened macho-man suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right on behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the pitch-black scantling and the air hostess noisily entering the john together. There are a lot of confused and touch on looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flying's gon na change your living !
‘ effort once we take the skies we gon na involve your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the human body of the delineation is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior Department of the plane, the skeleton still shuddering ... the passengers are bouncing around with the Sturm und Drang ... as are the occupants of the can !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ trice cuts ’, a series of reform-minded shots that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a mo of each shot at a time. The stroke are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each melodic phrase of rap, we here sexy white female person vox cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white puss is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME infant ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Negro airplane In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Negroid stopcock In Your Hot White Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK stopcock ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The cobbler's last lyric is accompanied by the yowl of a airplane locomotive engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme point close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"Sturm und Drang ”. Looking closely through the debauched edits, tight framing, and shuddering scene, we are teased by glance of erotic imagery : We see the air hostess's beautiful blue optic slowly closing .... intercut with a the Stanford White married woman's lip, biting her own depressed lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's oral fissure moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the mordant man's brawny back, causing her wide-cut white breasts to swell at the side, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white wooden leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting sinister torso ... four white hands exploring blackamoor muscles ... one whiten paw wearing a nuptials ring and clutching a muscular inglorious berm ... a high-heel clad articulatio talocruralis hits the bath door latch, and gripe ... The injection suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing hatful of mixed sex spilling out onto the storey of the aisle !

No crotch is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the legal action, albeit briefly. The married woman is naked, except for her silky white bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her farsighted clean peg wrapped around the sinewy black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though often of his organic structure is obscured by the married woman's wooden leg and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is nude, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her piffling blue hat is still perched on her nous. She is lying on the opprobrious rider's back, tightly hugging him from hindquarters. Her full, pale White River breasts are pressed firmly against his Diospyros ebenum back, squeezing the mickle of soft flannel flesh out from between their body. Her long white legs are facing pages wide, around the black man fucking the Andrew D. White wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in shock at the shocking display. We see several shots of passenger ... white adult female, Edward Douglas White Jr. men, and black men ... watching craning their cervix to watch the action. The blank men look uncomfortable, and pull out at their collars nervously. The opprobrious men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white cleaning woman seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Danton True Young woman, apparently in her lately adolescent, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to comprehend her eyes ... she pushes his script away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side of meat. He looks at her, and grinning. She smiles back, nervously. Her sire looks worried. She turns to stay watching the action. She slips a tiny white deal down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her blue jean. Just as she's about to slue her hand into her white cotton scanty, her beginner sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired man away and lowers her tray mesa, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the Joseph Black man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, line of work woman sitting between a blackness man and a blanched man, is watching in electrical shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the activeness ... and both look at the aphrodisiac flannel business adult female. The black stud takes one of the woman's hired man and situation it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a severely bump in the shameful man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the jut as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the womanhood's other hand and place it on his own excrescence. 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 black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the Edward White guy and laughs, shaking her headway. She lifts her hand off the gabardine guy's privates and makes a clenched fist ... then sticks her pinky fingerbreadth out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to ascertain the military action ... and places both hands in the disgraceful guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The opprobrious man starts working at the buttons of the business womanhood's suit jacket.

In another row of posterior sits a black man on the aisle, a young white man in the middle, and his pretty white lady friend by the window. The Caucasian girlfriend is trying to watch the natural process in the social movement of the planer, but having arduous fourth dimension doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her swain, and indicates that she wants to trade seating with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the prominent calamitous man sitting next to him, refuses. The mordant man sitting on the aisle seat smiling at the reasonably whitened daughter, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The middling white girl upgrade over her boyfriend and takes a fundament in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black rivet. She has noticed a sizeable protrusion in the bootleg scantling's gasp. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window nates, offering his girlfriend the center hindquarters that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to continue black man's lap and leave the seat next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. He can take no more of this mortification. He jumps from his buttocks, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked white stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap medicine ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young married woman laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular black man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ john orgy ’. The tv camera angle slice to behind the new black man, framing the raw White person stewardess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to signal to the preindication when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue centre widen in joy ... She begins to rise to her knees !

The tv camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a encompassing shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her perfect blank ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her bosom visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in forepart of her new Negro devotee, her blond head blocking our view of the standing ignominious's cock. As the standing black passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde mind to his crotch, In the background knowledge we can see the passenger of the airplane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful albumen teen sitting between her begetter and the fateful man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her founding father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to watch below the tray-table. Her jean are open, and there thrust into her white cotton step-in is a big black paw ! We see the activeness above the tray table now as the erstwhile teen archway her back, cries out flash, and hammers the tray table with her tiny whitened fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the girlfriend recovers from her orgasm, she sees the fatal stud raising his tray table, revealing an enormous bump in his trouser. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a extensive snapshot of the father, the daughter and the Joseph Black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three tush in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Fatherhood looks on in repulsion as the bleak rider places his large black hired hand on the binding of the daughter's pretty blonde head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her head disappears from survey ... down behind the keister. The black looks over and smiles at the Fatherhood. The don is horrified.

Cut to the bloodless businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal details, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the sinister studhorse sitting future to her. The ashen guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to unite the action ... he lowers his script to the aphrodisiac clean businesswoman's thigh, and starts to bear on her skirt up ... She smacks his mitt away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her buns. A large, muscular black male flight tender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily detail to the White guy ... he looks terrified. The nigrify flight tender grabs the guy by the dog collar and throws him out of the seat, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's seat and joins the legal action ! The white-hot adult female happily allows the stud to labor her chick up over her passably white ass, and tear away her rayon stocking ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tits, the black flight of stairs co-occurrence begins kissing her neck and sliding a big black handwriting between her wooden leg ! The snowy charwoman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't deal bum with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the gangway. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the sheet, but is now grinding her ass into the blackened man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugboat at his girlfriend's arm, trying to rend her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his script away, never taking her oculus off the action in the front of the sheet ... The sinister stud smirks at the lady friend's fellow and pushes his big black bridge player up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a s while the macho-man shifts in his rear ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and lip open all-inclusive and she throws her head back ... her hold body shakes. The camera pans down to their wooden leg to reveal both have their pants around their ankles ! Her panty slide down her legs !

We see a white guy quiescence in his seat ... The place back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the hindquarters to sound off again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the butt is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal White person redhead list over it, hear ear-buds hanging from her ears and a bedazzle looking at on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily tweed ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the DoI of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the planer ... carefully looking straightforward ahead, trying very hard not to depend at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the white pilot lying on her back, on the aeroplane's control console ... egg white legs spread-eagle with a naked muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her fender's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the rachis of the planing machine, the photographic camera flies backwards, up the gangway. The planer's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the completely sheet ! The camera finally reaches the firstly class department and full point ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly bead as the rap Song ends.

Cut to the end of the video recording. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system yak and crowd noise. We see passengers disembarking from the woodworking plane. starting time we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular black passenger disembarking with a female Edward White passenger or hostess at their side ! Then the blanched copilot, white female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original white wife, married man, and the bootleg doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly blackamoor airline custodian boards the carpenter's plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap birdsong. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his point. He passes the white husband from the commencement of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The white guy sighs, acclivity, and opens the viewgraph loading bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a frothy white streamer sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected ostler walks to the bathroom room access and Cypriot pound on it angrily."dearest, please ! cum on !"

"Me and my chintzy airline tickets."the freeze off groom mutters under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security guards board the woodworking plane. They are both buirdly fateful men in blazers and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the guards knocking on the privy door.

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

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

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

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

The guard suddenly grabs the stableboy, shoving him toward the nearest exterior cabin doorway. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hired hand, the sentry duty pops the door open with his former hand and blows out the inflatable hand brake slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safety device says, shoving the groom out the threshold."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW FUCK OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly blackened man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na make love you a white girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other precaution out the door and down the slideway, then joins the offset guard and white wife in the bathroom.

The television camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK COCK ! I'M SO glad I FLEW Black person PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO dainty A passenger !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly objectified women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The mountain of all those muscular black men ... the curvy Lester Willis Young Theodore Harold White charwoman ... something about the line of their hide as the groped each former was very arousing. And for some rationality, the sight of the helpless white male passengers having to watch it all ... unable to take part, was really odd. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

Jessica turned to the camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her mental imagery wander so much while she was on air."We'll be right-hand 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 events she'd watched in the video recording ... but more so because of the intense look she was getting from the hand thrust down the movement of her bloodless cotton wool step-in. She had slipped her hand under the waistcloth of her white cotton fiber panty when she'd witnessed one of the charwoman in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that girl was sitting next to her sire on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the eve. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked soundbox as she kneeled before a muscular lightlessness passenger. And the sight of the Saame stewardess falling out of the privy with the Edward D. White wife and the Negro stud rider ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'motion made by one of the Edward White female passenger when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the implication was that white men were minor than smutty men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the blank son 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 for sure about though was that she wanted to see more ! More videos ... more black men ... More OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her succour on her pussy ... waiting for the future video to start. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or improper of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the video recording ... much like she had difficultness touching herself without listening to one of her Negro Phallus MP3s on her phone.

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

Jessica looked up to see the young brunet war paint girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark clothes designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much metre do I induce to go change ?"

"Not much ! The last television was a farseeing one and so is the next one. The studio needs to make indisputable that the we hit the next break on time, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, hefty Shirley Temple Black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their employment when they heard the rumpus.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Scots heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the crown modification in the kickoff place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket crown while trying to channel an interview with three over-sexed shameful rapper. She didn't have time to go to her dressing room and alteration ... and she dared not modification in movement of the leering cameraman again. Soon the conclusion was made for her.

It was too lately.

Calluna vulgaris rushed away as the music director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"dorsum IN FIVE, quartet, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and pile up journalist and goggle box presenter felt like her universe was falling down around her. At rest home she was dealing with a sober problem with her wedding and sex life. At body of work, the mesh had scored an exclusive audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that issue, the exclusive interview had been secured by making several concessions to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being circularize live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy music videos.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's blazer. The switch jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional sum of her ample white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to conduct the interview, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial-grade jailbreak. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to introduce that Nox. Jessica was sweating so often that her pretty make-up girl Calluna vulgaris was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed face. As the commercial message break ended and ling rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of piss to try and cool down herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. diarist was thankful that there was one more medicine video to show before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that meter to collect her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the consultation.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the tv camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foot of Darwin's Theory of evolution. dominant traits are passed down from one multiplication to the next. Likewise, in sexual coition, all animals look for certain attractive timbre in a mate, including the homo animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of cancel choice. At this peak, we'd like to prompt you that tonight's program is intended for mature audience. The fabric broadcast on this special sequence of"The unit Truth"may be considered offence to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without encourage ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to hold a break and shift her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the TV. Like most of the other TV, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only trust that there would be meter to change the jacket during the future commercial message prison-breaking. It was very possible. She knew the succeeding break came on the hour, and would be foresighted than the late single. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the consultation, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to cut it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Black penis'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any serious trouble, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the former nighttime when watching the"Blacked Brides"television. Jessica turned her tending to the video monitor near her desk.

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

"Since the publication of my initial volume of my theory of phylogenesis through natural survival of the fittest, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human beast. In civilized company, we concern ourselves with social condition and thing of economic prosperity in arranging married couple between household. This can not, however, be said to be a raw pick as these rules are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the aristocracy or so-called ‘ working'classes where social position is lower and therefore less authoritative, the concept of ‘ passion'seems take precedence. But what is lovemaking, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our base animal desires. The interrogative must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female of the species given sovereignty to her own preference, what ‘ rude selection'would be the result ?"

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

"With the help of my admirer and fellow worker, Sir William Whitely, and his good wife madam Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying tribes of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus evolved and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The charwoman's representative cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his berm briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and primitive theatrical role of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will suffice my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the forfeiture that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these surmisal herself, and has since been very vocal music in encouraging the wife and girl of the other explorer in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely rallying cry from the bed."It's so ... lots LARGER ! Do you learn Dr. Charles Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much recondite ! We simply must make for certain the lady review these finding and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his journal entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the humans will react to the solvent of this subject field. Some will no doubt come up it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass voice beat plays over Lady Whitely's riot. The music is a irksome, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a cabaret ... an attractive young char, white, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the plays as the kickoff lyrics of the song are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white little girl, and gives her one.

"Women want the C. H. Best
but you're just ‘ the rest period'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fit
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The girl smiles faintly and chats with white guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Black penis's rappers. The rapper approaches, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeeper, who hands him a drink ... the young lady takes her purse out quickly and earnings. The White person guy angrily taps the inglorious man on the shoulder joint. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his stead. Both the knocker and the blank missy ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a tedious, seductive measure. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only raw
Big Negro member gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins as the panorama alteration to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the motive
To circulate and multiply
She gon na prefer my Negro Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a sign construction site. Some white construction actor on the cap make primitive motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the altogether scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the building land site, the expression workers are muscular black guys. They give her the same ill-mannered gestures and cat shout as the white guys in the previous version of the vista. Now, instead of flipping the guys the dame, the blond just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glister off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to ready certain nonentity can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and bang. A orotund black man answers the doorway, takes her deal, and pulls her into the house. The refrain reverberation ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only innate
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only lifelike
Big Negro Phallus gon na engender
ONLY cancel !"


The following verse line begins. This sentence the setting is a officious city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maiden stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter maid, 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 shaft of some variety in the guy's hired man ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Saami busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a powerful dark stud. The Saame cadence amah is writing him a ticket. Like the Caucasian guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the time maiden, and reaching into his pants, followed by a skinny up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty dealings officer looking down too. This meter there is no cut to the black guy's workforce holding alteration for the beat. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty measure maid ... her mouth cast open, and her big doe eyes equal over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her oral sex and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next snapshot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hand resting on the roof. The tv camera circles the vehicle until it comes to remain on the black man's back, then scans down to depict his bare, mesomorphic mordant ass, his legs paste, and his trouser around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the Patrick White cleavage and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front of him ... her lowly white manus rap around his muscular blackness ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her cheek ! The lowly traffic-patrol car rock'n'roll violently !

As the next verse begins, the setting change to a high-class spa. The barb opens in a small steam room. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive white mates, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each early, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a bubbly bottle in a bucketful of melted ice. The pail is engraved with the fable,"Happy anniversary ”. They each take a glass of Champagne-Ardenne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the glasses, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 wedding ceremony rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the doorway closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise domain, where we see two young, muscular, egg white muscle-builder. Each guy has a stun Danton True Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece suit unitard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a vast, muscular black man entering the area. The fatal bodybuilder is much larger and more powerful than the two white bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a T. H. White toothy smiling at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their several white guy wire to go fawn over the contraband stud poker. He puts his muscular munition out, taking a sexy female child under each colossus arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The threshold shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a very well lady,
You want a household, want a baby,
So you marry her and ca-ca her your wife"

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

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the doorway wide open with one hand, and tossing some article of clothing over the hubby's pass with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud poker's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his breakwater ... suddenly her oculus light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The inkiness man takes her by the mitt, pulling her towards the door. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the dim stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the blacken man ... we glimpse her unadulterated unornamented ass as the room access end ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The threshold slams shut behind them.

The shorts dusk from the hubby's aspect ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only innate
Fillin'your ovalbumin girl with my seed
Only natural
Big pitch blackness genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stopover and a fit, attractive, professional couple, husband and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the presence door.

The scenery change to the interior of the home, and the doorway curtain raising. We see the teen-age daughter on the lounge, making out with her ashen beau. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the young lady to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the duet gets out of the car ... and the presence door opens on the lady friend and her boyfriend.

This prison term the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Black Phallus doorknocker, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the smuggled man is shirtless. Dad gets wild at firstly, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and mountain range. She turns to her daughter and the fellow and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's gasp !

"Your White person daughter are perfumed girls
You want to protect them from our humanity
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black stopcock
Your lil'ashen earthly concern gon na rock and roll
‘ reason I'm a-make those cunt CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only Natural !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a pixilated glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's seawall, moving closer and closer to her mother's boldness. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the girl glances over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful white womanhood hovering over his lap, and smiling wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter aspect deeply into each former's eye ... their faces prompt closer and closer together ... Each woman portion her lips and tilts her headway ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the picture cutting !

The refrain Echo ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your Theodore Harold White lady friend with my seed
Only natural
Big Negro Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the survive vignette begins. This clock time we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy squad, in naughty uniforms, running onto the tribunal.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy little white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... plastered blue-blooded jumper and midget Amytal bird. Each girl's hair is done with a ace ponytail in the back, held in place by a team-blue scrunchie. The daughter jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their antiaircraft in backup of their team.

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 giant black studs, including the inkiness Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of melanize stud poker easily dominating the court, quickly sinking field goal after basketful, as the white-hot son run around almost aimlessly. A scene of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a pellet of the sexy white 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 grievance change slightly to read ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

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

The following snapshot came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 arcsecond, accompanied by the heavy bass measure, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike home plate with a ‘ bonanza ’.

There is a guessing of the gym floor ... then a gamy pompon drop to the floor ( boom )

There is a scene of a downhearted scrunchy being pulled from a young woman's blonde hair, and her long blond hair being shaken unblock of its ponytail. ( gold rush )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Theodore Harold White team suddenly loses a point and the mark goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a shot of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their blue sweater exposing their flatbed white-hot tummies ...

There is a shot of two aphrodisiacal white cheerleaders, with bare articulatio humeri, a carrottop and a brunette, shaking out their recollective, silklike hair.

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

There is a shot of blue jumper flying up into the air, left and aright ...

There is a shot of a gentle sweater hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a nip of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another point, the grudge goes to 13-3.

There is a jibe of a spicy sweater being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a blue cheerleading skirt being lowered over a sodding clean ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the bloodless guys lose another point, the mark goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red duet of panties ... with the sinister men's'team logotype over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their late personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and impeccant ponytail hair-dos. Now the little girl's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bra, panties, lash, garter ... They begin to kick and jump and dance seductively ... in support of the superior black scantling !

Cut to a shot of the little girl asses ... perfect E. B. White piece of ass in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the demarcation of miss ... looking through their leg, we see the role player staring at them. The whiteboys are in jolt ... and the black guys grin and toss the Lucille Ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black instrumentalist picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular Diospyros ebenum weapon system. One player, Shirley Temple Phallus's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his shoulder and gives her bare ass a playful relish. The lady friend are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shooting of the scoreboard, the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy wire lose another point, the account goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the pitch-black players ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small flannel hands running over sinewy black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front end of a black histrion, pulling his shorts down. His vertebral column is to the tv camera ... as soon as his short pants are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in enchantment ... she grins up at her scantling ... and leans forward ... her nerve disappearing from sentiment ... a great Shirley Temple Black hired man reaches down, running fingers through her silken red hair.

Team-red boxershorts, bandeau, and thong drop to the base ... We see naked pitch-dark and white anatomy in the shower bath ... White person missy kissing the broad shoulder of brawny shameful instrumentalist ...

‘ ONLY NATURAL'the refrain replication again and again as we approach the Song dynasty's finale. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each meter the chorus line repetition, the groan get louder and more numerous.

We see a defenseless ignominious player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader push button in front of him, her back to the camera. Her supple Theodore Harold White limb wrap around his blackened cervix ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular fateful blazon wrap around her slender blanched waist ... two large black hands slide down the small-scale of her white dorsum ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the missy 's body begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the prompt glance of a yoke of black testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

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

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

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


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

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

He grabbed a feeding bottle of water from the green room's icebox and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a land of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her nostrils flared ... her mouth gaped open ever so slightly ... her wax Andrew D. White knocker heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they urinate a world-class journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then expect her consultation its maker as if they were anything else other than pornographer ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, baton thought, that was the stop. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those sons of bitches apart, and bring out the disgraceful bastards for what they really were ... for all of United States to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really set aside for television set, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No issue. Her aphrodisiacal appearance would cast these stupid toughie off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cunning cream puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

billy club looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off photographic camera. She hadn't moved in over a moment. The"whole truth logotype"appeared on cover, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black penis !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen door. The shelter, teenaged red-head fan of Black person Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the knocker all Night. Both her parents were out that night, her founder was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living elbow room and watch Black phallus's aphrodisiacal euphony videos, all alone. One after another, each television excited the naif eighteen-year old Thomas More and more. By the time the"Only natural"telecasting ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe knocker, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Shirley Temple Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ears. She realized that the ringing was the sign of the zodiac land bloodline. She picked up the earphone, but it was too late, the telephoner had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the phoner had been her mother, calling to tell her that the record club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - function eight-spot : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video varan nearby. The"Only cancel"video had ended a min earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's amorousness had awoken something mystifying interior in Jessica ... She could finger a unassailable tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a deal down between her peg. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her helping hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the wellness spa ... the men ... the big black men ... their sinew ... the cycle ! That stabilize, mesmeric, THROBBING bass ... all the images and auditory sensation pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's idea was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingerbreadth rub back and Forth over pussycat cumulation. The melt off textile of her panty was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the lady friend. She still said aught, but jerked her hand out cast underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to vary ? We only have a minute before the guys come out here. If you want to change, 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 unsung language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at broom as if the pretty young make-up girl was starring in one of the video's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty White River girl succumb to a inkiness man ? But no ... no, this fille was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a television ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to rock her head no. This was substantial life now ... not some rap TV. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her brain no.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her white meat and nipples had always been very tender ... and in her current state of rousing ... she started to become cognizant of her environment again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her inguen, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't inculpation you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's facial expression and cleavage with concealing gunpowder,"it is jolly hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a nursing bottle of piddle under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was better ... her creative thinker got a trivial clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take forethought of during the break."Her center widened as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the nearby television Monitor ... her broad, milky T. H. White cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket crown ! She needed to change her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm deep voice suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to melanise phallus !"

Startled by the intermission in her phrenetic thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her electric chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad groyne of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere column inch from her face ! After a few minute, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine hump, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocuous, dingy eyes upwards to see a Negroid man's bare trunk. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, Diospyros ebenum body, with rippling abs and a powerful chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful golden Sir Ernst Boris Chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark burnt umber peel. The lone wear he wore was a pair bleak skid, the particular gold range of mountains, and a pair of disgraceful leather bloomers. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to get together an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's middle, thanks to a brace mirror-lens flyer shades. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonish, wan thoughtfulness ... and her wide-cut white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blueness jacket crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was capable to look right down her cleavage.

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

Jessica put a small, ticklish lily-white hand out in an offer of a handshake. The gargantuan Black person man took her tiny hand in his ... it was enormous, with long brawny finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her lily-white manus to his mystifying dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His adhesive friction was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the goliath responded, in a copious, resonant articulation. He was speaking softly ... but his vocalization was recondite and powerful ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to fit you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's paw. His voice was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smiling. His hair was trimmed so inadequate and clean that it seemed almost like a phantasma on his top dog. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed strip in a standardised personal manner. Shemar was a scant than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored fateful cause, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own powerful mordant chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a tripping complexion. His oculus were beautiful pools of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hired man firmly in his. Big mike's vox wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was mysterious and gravelly ... rugged. He was improbable than Shemar and B-Love and also sullen. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant. He wore black pants, a dark muscle tee, and a calamitous leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red abstract of a black-power clenched fist. Mike had a wax beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his question was strip shaven. His eyes were hidden by a span of black sunglasses.

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

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

"Of grade,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to do all your interrogative. We want the world to read what we're all about. We want you to understand, Mrs McFarland."

"Please, call me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very smooth, quite a sweet talker. 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 niggling.

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Scots heather out of the recession of her eye. The make-up daughter was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her get down lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A voice came over the loud speaker."FIVE arcminute everybody. home on the audience set please !"

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na gain sure big pop here don't looking too glistening, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Calluna vulgaris giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the daughter allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be fourth dimension enough to address the grouping's perspective of charwoman, when she conducted the audience.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ clientele minority ’, mainly char and blackamoor Male, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the standard crew had been replaced with Black genus Phallus's own locomotive engineer, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a lively execution that Nox, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that bit that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the war paint girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a public presentation tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her aid to her interview 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 bulwark of the set were painted with a lovesome, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masquerade. There were black and amber vessel filled with dried flowers and vibrating reed decorating the backrest of the set, while the floor was covered in alien animal hide and furs ... Jessica was diffident whether or not they were rattling.

At the forepart of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission style"wooden table, with a Burgundy cloth draped over it. About two invertebrate foot behind the table, facing it, was a large, brownness leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the backrest. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a rear end in the large, throne-like death chair. He sat back, spreading his legs wide-cut, and draped his powerful black arms over the chairperson's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly tumid size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the whale bootleg man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a study ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's human body and conduct, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African chieftain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a can at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the hollow seat succeeding to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her ramification on the large cushions, and felt a bit twitch sitting succeeding to the two bombastic black men.

She looked around the studio apartment as the cameras moved into position. 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 patsy of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video monitor off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her promising regal blue jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her diminutive Theodore Harold White pattern, squeezed between two hulking blackamoor men on a expectant blackness couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"backbone in five, quaternity, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"goodness evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second minute of a very special sequence of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one last time that tonight's instalment of"The Whole trueness"contains cloth of a medium nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial-grade break of serve this eve. You may give birth heard of them, you may throw heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the eve, you've seen their videos. You know that"Black phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three phallus of the rap group Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far in good order, is Big Mike. Good evening valet de chambre, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"Well man,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded regard."Your music has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD instrumentalist across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the radio, or your picture aired on television. How did this happen ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"the great unwashed heard dependable music, and the nightspot scene spreads news show fast. So does the cyberspace, and near Whitney Moore Young Jr. people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this meter,"we got good rhythm, secure beats, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and picture don't subject beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, mouth about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from genuine life experiences. We want to contribution these experiences, so that hoi polloi learn Thomas More about human sexuality, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

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

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophical system of man gender,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the computer graphic nature of your lyric poem immediately push people away. Doesn't it make them not want to mind to you or hear your musical theme ?"

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

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

"motherfucker, that ain't it at all ! !"Big mike shook his head,"The grounds our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio post and TV net are scared of us !"

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

"Cause we tellin'the Sojourner Truth !"The accuracy can't be offensive to cypher but prevaricator ... people who are scared of the trueness. 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 of the town about the the true. You contend that your language accurately describe your good philosophy and your music picture depict actual upshot. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were unfeigned. This ‘ ism'of inkiness male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any former rapper, bragging about their seduction. But those stories ! They were so unconscionable ! Wives, brides, female parent, daughter, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling records and making a sawhorse. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the level were exaggerated to trade records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some aesthetic license meant to engender arguing, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a Chinaman in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ songs ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the video recording were exaggerated. She could ask them about the telecasting, and maybe enamour them in a lie. Of path, she would stimulate to be careful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

"fountainhead, let's talking about your videos."Jessica started.

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to come along as one of the models in her video recording ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the telecasting and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would impersonate her in the Saami light as the other adult female she'd seen in the video ... as some sort of sexual object ... some bimbo who would yield to a big cock ... a big ... blackness ... tool ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the Joseph Black plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous nigrify men ... huge muscles ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever hold to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her enquiry."Let's flavor just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the first hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in society ... ‘ White wedding party, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"coon In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only natural ’, are those mightily ?"Jessica asked. She knew the deed were correct, but the tactic of asking for confirmation of facts was vulgar praxis in an audience. It forced a answer from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic title of respect thwarted Jessica's try to repress the imaging from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's extremity could micturate the claim with a heterosexual person face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the query. In spite of her fear of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's claim.

"And these thing happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of Saint Bride at their wedding ceremony ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating married woman with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security measures officers ... the pond man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might have actually transpired. The sketch from the telecasting and songs replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaid with black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the pitch-black soccer players ... the dark drifter seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the family that took him in ... The monumental debauch on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few minute. The heating from the studio luminosity, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her creative thinker, was making her lighter headed. It was obvious to all observation that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoical face cracked the slightest grinning on one side, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the quoin of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their music. The themes of black men dominating white cleaning lady, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their spirit was to render disceptation in Holy Order to sell more CDs, then they should give birth mentioned the interracial chemical element by this point in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly region of the blow note value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to make specific comments on their title and their doctrine, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the event of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and fauna instinct. Every birdsong on our CD, every music TV we've made, demonstrates cancel selection. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her mintage. It's born excerption, survival of the fittest. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like stiff defenders, better providers ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her rise the matter. It was a superpower play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to relieve oneself the formal innovation of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to evidence that she recognized it ... and possibly inculpate that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him fake her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

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

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the reverse, there are many fair sex in our songs and videos that are shown to be making selection 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 advances ... they do not submit to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty white interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your songs and videos ... the cleaning lady are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha male are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's ungainly question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a T. H. White woman to accept sex with a black man ?"

Jessica went white. The question was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The fair sex were clearly making selection between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to line up a way out of the fix she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

"All we're trying to say is that woman are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bounce of smart set can't compete with lifelike urges. There's goose egg degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are victor to bloodless men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our competition that a womanhood would be unable to see her sexual urges when with a Black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are black, or that char should find a man attractive only if he's inglorious. Your lyrics present women as being sexual aim, ignominious men as some kind of super men, and blank male person as infirm and afraid. Some people could find this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big microphone added,"the White River son in charge of TV and radiocommunication don't want their char to experience the accuracy. The truth that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get play !"

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

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of desegregation, Shirley Temple men have dominated summercater. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the superlative musicians over the endure hundred were blacken men, or influenced by dim men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his badly vox,"we dominate as lovers ... every cleaning lady whoever appeared in a black Phallus video recording knows that !"

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

"We don't force out them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those white girls we hired ended up having sex with the contraband models when we shot the telecasting. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex aspect, but once we get those hot white women together with those pitch blackness macho-man, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its trend ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get busybodied, right on camera ! Shit, 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 take care of business in the bedroom like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too practically for Jessica to think. This claim of real sex in the TV was even more usurious than their title of honest stories behind the Sung dynasty words. The Song words might be true, but at to the lowest degree the ‘ characters'were give anonym. In the videos, performers'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would respond to these claim. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a euphony video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any sort of movie. Surely this title couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to own sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to sell record and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a ignominy you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would get it on to have interviewed some of the model from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"given the fact that your TV are deemed too expressed to be aired on any of the music video transmission channel,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each video in the Hope that we would be able to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our shots so that naught too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our TV. Still, the music TV meshwork wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing limited variant videos now, for firing on DVD side by side year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our outset picture will also feature the master ‘ tame'cuts of each TV you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes 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 unhurt LOT of pretty blank missy that once you go black you don't go back ! best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the honest anathemise day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

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

"seminal fluid on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it wish a disastrous man. womanhood everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the Song dynasty said ‘ No woman can baulk, a black prick principal, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can stand, especially not a fine woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big microphone talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sis's knob. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blond anchorwoman's big nipple heaved while she talked to the gorgeous blacken rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these knocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and dancer on the site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network telly diary keeper. Becky dropped her helping hand to her pussycat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a tremble. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of grim men's phallus size of it, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comment to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her ambition, when she saw herself as a Saint Brigid and a blackened man's giant star bridge player were pawing her full white titty. She shook her head, trying to exculpate her mind of the effigy, desperately trying to think of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that gossip hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her loyalty as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gismo !"But I think I can stand firm just OK. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his inguen,"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 recent problems. She thought of Billy's little, limp cock. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it set up for a respective weeks. Jessica couldn't aid but momentarily drop her big blasphemous eyes down to the large bump running the length of B-Love's thy. The prominence that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her kitty-cat frisson at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the hump.

"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 protrusion, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly extend her outburst. She was rapidly losing ascendency of the interview ... not to mention controller over herself ...

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

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

"Not just any ‘ proficient Male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a total darkness male ! The real rationality people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really matter wash is the only real return here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that fair sex are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about obedience, and trueness ? responsibility and hump ? Are you suggesting that a woman would empty all these affair for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically right alpha male person came along ?"

"Civilization, regard, loyalty, even screw are all just scramble deep ... a matter of the mind. raceway is the literal issue because that is a subject of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eye."Nature is primal. Nature is sodding. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the accuracy as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The accuracy is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate people to the truth. We want people to look past tense societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our next album. multitude are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. cypher can traverse nature."

Shemar's paw gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's cryptical browned eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her annotation, and saw that he had pushed her dame up a few inches, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tiptop of her bleak stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to advertise Shemar's hired hand off her leg, but he didn't 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 hired hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talking ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny whitened hand on Shemar 's for a indorse or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

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

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his heavily, ‘ calm anger'smell.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For case, one of the vocal we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racialist Song"She Ran Off With A nigger ”. Have you ever find out of that song, 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 muscular. His voice was so calm, yet substantial and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the Sami prison term showing a tiny, White reflection of Jessica, framed by a powerful shameful human face. It made her experience small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the Clarence Day of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white anger against the idea of putting blacks and Stanford White in the same schools and neighborhoods. It is ironical that it only succeeded in exposing the actual reason whiteboys feared desegregation ... the care they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously ranking black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the birdsong to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a distaff artist, to tell the song's level from a white woman's point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with white male child, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the raging pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid stripling, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more worldly, yet still virginal effigy. Jessica had interviewed the girl live on year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely inexperienced person. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past twelvemonth the young singer adopted a much aphrodisiac image ... but collaboration with lightlessness Phallus ?

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

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

coming into court in a Black Phallus video was still a hellhole of a spring though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi President Pierce ... and these ... toughie ! If inkiness Phallus's other videos were any denotation, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the concluding remnants of her ‘ innocent'range in a particularly salient fashion !

"Do you have a snip of this telecasting, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the view of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a capital trade ... probably just because it would be a great scoop, she told herself.

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

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

"We do hold a little 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 song ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained silent."It's about a young cleaning woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an stretch out business trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the branch of a fatal man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

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

This wasn't the first prison term during the interview that one of her dubiousness had blurred the eminence between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... captivation. The opportunity for an undivided first feeling at footage from a new euphony video recording was something that she had to engage, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional person reason for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about Black Phallus was driving her to memorize more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

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

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the television monitor, anxiously awaiting the kickoff of the footage and medicine. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiling, winks, and nods. The motion-picture show went away, as the new picture started.

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

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming euphony ... like the plucking of a harmonica. We see a delicate, feminine, white hired man writing a missive. Beside the letter, on the piece of writing desk, is a photograph of a bounteous young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the paw writes, we hear a soft distaff articulation speaking ...

"honey Brett,"coos the spokesperson, before being interrupted by one of the black knocker's phonation. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The television stinger quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked muscular melanise doorknocker. As the doorknocker sing, a dumb, but belligerent round from bass guitar quickly begins to master the dreamy chime music.

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

"YEAH !"whack Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate White River hand continues committal to writing, there is a flash to a Patrick White guy reading the letter. shock spreads across his facial expression as he shakes his head in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, arms, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small ivory hand wearing an ornate engagement pack, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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The regular recurrence and the sea bass sent thrill through Jessica's soundbox ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the push button of her jacket.

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

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the lady friend 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a pair of scanty hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a blastoff 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 hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These images are edited together with wink of a livid woman's naked back. The angle of the camera gibe indicates that she is bent over. We see two large melanise hands run up her slope, and take hold of her petite waist from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the report, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the reminder, completely engrossed in the action mechanism on sieve. In nastiness of the fact that it was only a mo into the birdcall, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual imagination as the former videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her point was so clouded with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to loosen to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her full bloodless segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her kitty through her skirt with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

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

While US and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not have been cognizant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the start clip that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of expiation. Big mike and Shemar both shed their cap. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Lester Willis Young diary keeper. All three men's deep brown tegument shined with sweating from the hot studio lights ... their masculine smell hung in the muggy studio air.

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


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Jessica wasn't the merely one engrossed by the new picture. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pure snowy kitty and teasing her clit as she watched the natural action unfold. She squeezed her firm Patrick White bosom roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pinko mamilla. She was on the verge of orgasm when she was interrupted by a unspeakable scream.

"REBECCA DAVENPORT ! !"Karen Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU consider YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photograph from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the chalk frame hitting the wall and smashing ... a shot of the picture lying on the base among the broken looking glass ... a expectant opprobrious bridge player roughly grabbing a forefront of blonde haircloth ... a shot of sinister back-muscles flexing ... and a stab of two big, blueing, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the manus, it moves back to the last line and tries to continue writing, but just cacography hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasance. The letter-writing handwriting shakes violently, her finger contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the newspaper at the same clock time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide dead reckoning. We see a Young, aphrodisiacal white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a stack of unruly blonde whisker.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the girl sings as the stroke suddenly jumps to a wider dead reckoning, and we see that one of the black knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her school principal back, and flipping her foresighted blonde hair out of her beautiful grimace ... a very familiar face !

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


"What is this refuse Becky ?"Karen davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a light-haired woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Negroid fondled her consistency continued playing on the TV silver screen.

Becky Davenport, officious trying to pen herself, was talking at the Sami time as her mother ... trying desperately to declare oneself some sort of feeble explanation of her behaviour."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the reasonably white adolescent stammered, rent of plethora streaming down her pretty face.

"How could you watch this pornography ! ?"Karenic 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 mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen door.

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

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

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

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her untested daughter and forced her to the steps, trying to draw a blank her purview of the television."Becky ... go to your elbow room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her female parent was trying to hold open her from seeing the cleaning lady's facial expression, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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

Jessica was so appall that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the silver screen after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, mute except for her laborious breathing, on the air with the makers of the television that had fascinated her so. Her full tweed boob heaving obscenely in her revealing crown. She didn't even observance that fact that somehow, during the course of the picture, she'd managed to unbutton the top two clit of her jacket, and had hiked her skirt up so mellow that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her step-in !

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baton McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her typeface was familiar but her conduct certainly was n't. billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, virgin demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorousness, surrounded by all of those total darkness bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a char as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethical motive and ethics.

Now as billy watched Sarah 's gyrating au naturel mannikin in a music video magazine, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously materialistic behavior had been some kind of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never come along nude statue in some sleazy music video, let alone simulate a sex shot with some giant Black wolf. It was detestable ! Still, there she was, on video, writhing away in some so-called euphony video that was little more than softcore porn. How could she do it ? What sort of nasty slattern was she ?

As ugly as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to nightstick.

billy club could n't conceive his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's rima oris hung outdoors ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clasp of her Black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her bird ... or rather ... her scanty ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her step-in to be visible from the camera angle.

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

"No !"billystick yelled as he watched the monitor."What the screw is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to soar up in on Jessica 's panties. The studio apartment HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to overwork her ! nightstick watched in repulsion as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her soundbox, pausing on her heaving whitened breasts. Billy was maddened. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two news suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotional material stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn TV of her personal help ... flashing some tawdry shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to shit her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A value journalist ... his married woman ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those son of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to aid Jessica !

Billy leapt from the green room lounge and ran to the door of the greens room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's vox echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the meshing really wants this interview ! ``

billystick 's optic widened with terror. What if the mesh made Sarah do that picture ? And if they did that ... what would they give Jessica do ? No ... the would n't presume do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's part echoed in his head again, `` ... I might experience to go along with it ... ''

billy goat increased his frantic beating on the door, and began calling for aid. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reaction 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 guy rope started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a parting of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these bozo had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their albums. This video must get been some kind of sendup ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in purchase order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'show was just an attempt to shock Jessica McFarland on national telly ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demonstrate that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calm. Even though she knew the TV had to be some sort of prank or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nervousness for a moment, trying to regain her professional demeanour ... still completely unaware of the state of her crownwork and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman in the television is actually my personal assistant,"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 radical is really a brilliant satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and interracial family relationship !"

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

"Aw, HELL no !"Big microphone interrupted,"damn little girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious sister, don't you understand ? We seduced that female child last night ! She ain't worry in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the doorknocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a caper. It had to be ... a promotion stunt.

"Now guys, enough is adequate,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the outsize bulge in B-Loves pant had actually gotten bigger over the grade of the consultation ! She could barely draw in her eyes away ... it took her a moment to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her read/write head ;"You can't have a bun in the oven me to believe that that video was for genuine !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to let out a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her notion. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any cleaning lady could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very often !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of companionship can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly victor male person will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't thing if how lots she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ making love'will airt itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced married womanhood. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning woman would let in to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television receiver ... and if a womanhood did that, she might own been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some ground that Jessica couldn't understand, section of her wanted to be proved legal injury."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's powerful black dresser, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the golf links in the string were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colors were not all the same. Most of the links were aureate, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some links were slightly heavy than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain of mountains mail. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see lustrous, shining gem. Like the inter-group communication, the Stone were of different sizes and colors. The musical arrangement of the stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or radiation diagram that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular tie-in, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shake went up her spine, 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 connectedness ... to yoke ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The connexion in the Chain were made up of rings ... not simple mountain chain tie-in made of precious metal, but char's jewelry ... nuptials bands and betrothal annulus ! Some were atomic number 79, some platinum ... some with rhombus, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with name calling. There were rafts of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shatter vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my solely necklace."

Jessica's centre remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this turn up their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the pack ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other cleaning woman ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his pass, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a arresting design of gold, platinum, and baseball diamond. The platinum lot was etched and inlaid with a finespun atomic number 79 radiation diagram. This frail pattern had been the campaign of the anchor ring 's lengthy fitting adaption. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's battle pack !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's sept for a hundred and fifty long time. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an slimy seam in the delicate filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These Guy were awfully handsome ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resourcefulness reeled with motion-picture show of her demure young help being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must let been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her psyche to human face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young woman would buckle under to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Negroid 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 admit the rattling reason Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could give birth paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her concentrated, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in legal action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful bodies ... their muscles ... their huge turncock ... yes, they had to stimulate vast cocks ! She was in a desperate battle now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tears. She had nowhere to turn ... her external respiration was becoming shallow ... her eubstance felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't rise that any intelligent, mature, advanced woman would pass for that ... that ‘ once you go smutty'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big microphone smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a well-informed, mature, advanced woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny pitch-black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. diarist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go disgraceful nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can score ANY char ... any doctor up, level-headed, matured cleaning lady ... like you !"

Jessica's center widened with alarm system as she heard Big Mike's lyric, and saw him reaching for the fly of his gasp !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big spicy eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married cleaning lady like you will conceive in the sexual tycoon of a big black cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her optic darted back and forth between the three opprobrious rapper'shining, bare, and brawny black chests ... her pussycat felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't fob me into falling for some dizzy racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that sizing nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black-market, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rapper surrounded the petite white diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their jetty. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her leftfield ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A squawk !"Billy yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the wait room."THIS diddlysquat HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M expiration TO FUCKING KILL THOSE SONS OF bitch ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the web really wants this interview ! ``

Billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't calculate away from the idiot box screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotion stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen door, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical unit long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big mike moved around in nominal head of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big Mike's stopcock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but deep than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by stupor ... she'd never seen so many pecker ... so big ... so black ... so ... knockout ! It took every fiber of her being to stand firm taking one of them in her sassing right field then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hands and tried to shove by Shemar, but her paw just landed on his goliath dark tool ... and her finger's breadth just seemed to need to wrap around it and bind on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her early hand, trying to advertize past tense B-Love ... and again, her hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two tiny white hands, grasping these two enormous disastrous cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their free weight, the beautiful contrast between their copious soot black skin, and her lily blank hands. Her arms began to go back and Forth ... her lily Edward White bridge player stroking the giant coal black rod cell almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big mike moving closer ... his fat, sooty cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could palpate her tongue, pushing past her backtalk ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's optic widened in jolt, and she suddenly turned and looked at the tv camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the provender hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this remain ? Surely ... they couldn't air this fabric now ... it was lewd ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with strange thing about tonight's display. The hold up broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored TV ... a no-holds blockaded interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to fall out ... This completely consultation ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a contribution of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of mass were seeing this ! Millions of people across the res publica were watching her stroke two foot-long black dick while a third one was about to get in her oral fissure. billy goat ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so finish to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm matrimonial !"

'' Marriage do n't think of asshole infant ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black cock in his manus ... `` It 's only natural baby, you want the good breeders, all char do. The fact is black men are the best breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamen ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black cock can cave in you the best fucking of your lifespan ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her boldness was outpouring, her full white white meat heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big prick could do to her ... but she had to fend. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This ring represents my husband's love life and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sentiency in her pussy."This doughnut means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bull ! That ring don't represent beloved sister, it represents fear. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without trivial gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic endeavour by a whiteness man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a whorl on a door. The problem is that little gold lock on that room access won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her top dog."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS hoop HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's radiocarpal joint and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his principal !"Symbol huh ? funny, I'm pretty for sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little gold band, like the ones in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to break that Sir Ernst Boris Chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ringing ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her halo as B-Love lifted it above in high spirits above her reaching. The blonde lost her balance wheel 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 Light."Shemar, please, afford it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you need it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this anchor ring when you got three big nigga cocks in nominal head of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own tease news."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding ringing DON'T MEAN diddlysquat COMPARED TO A BIG Negro COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby grim center darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."springiness me back my band !"She was so hornlike and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your pack back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its rightful. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A fair sex like you and a chicken like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his flaw !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on internal television ;"I haven't been paying enough aid to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking crybaby ! There ain't cipher more nerve-racking than being a Joseph Black man, and we can get it up all the metre ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"okey"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ringing as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all amazing ! But I can't bearded darnel on my hubby !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to concern about here beloved. We all already know that it's confessedly. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful blanched adult female in her intimate prime to want the bragging turncock she can get her helping hand on, and that usually means a fatal cock. That includes married woman, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to allow it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't genuine !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving close to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's poise baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just admit it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining amber wedding ceremony ring on the tip of his monumental, rock-hard, chocolate-brown prick and pointed it straight at her somewhat lily-white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. stretch for it. Take your tintinnabulation, and you can go. I promise we won't stoppage you again. Prove to all of us that your wedlock vows and professional reputation are more authoritative than your personal sexual Adam, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a in force puff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the quite a little inches from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her luxuria for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on interior television system ... at least she could protect her repute as a pro woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order of magnitude to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent tool again ... and if she did that, she might not be able-bodied to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to hazard 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 unripe room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would consider the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the pack ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black prick 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 wooden-headed inglorious rooster under the fairly blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance to get out of here with your wedding party vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her pharynx felt suddenly dry, but her backtalk was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the simulacrum in figurehead of her. Her alternative ... her halo ... that cock ... The shining atomic number 79 band glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate hide. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Saame clip ? The hoop's delicate sizing seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 in of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be congregation to her husband, of her loving eternal attachment with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't supporter but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so arduous ... so majestic ... so big ... so opprobrious ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost galvanic tingling in her seawall again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting substantial. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her crystal depressed heart still fixated on the rapper'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her bantam white hand shaking ... her digit cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black tool. The sudden movement caused her marriage ring to drop down to the base ... but for some understanding, her eyes didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big downcast middle remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful Diospyros ebenum manhood ... and her bantam white hand clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's bridge player slowly started pumping B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender bloodless fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her halo was on the storey ... all she had to do was grab it ... just beak it up and go forth ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having back view about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparison ! Everybody can see which is ripe ! You could bear left, we gave you the fortune, but and you did n't contain it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes blackamoor on home TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue devil middle bolted spacious open in fearfulness ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd block all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billy goat could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to turn on her !

'' Please ... do n't shit me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't traverse the truth, but she did n't need to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My hubby could be watching ''

'' YOUR hubby CAN GO TO inferno ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T pauperization HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, punter, BLACKER prick THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP WHITE louse ! SO fucking SAY SO ! TELL THE unit WORLD THE TRUTH, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, Shirley Temple 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 was so mute, one could ingest heard a pin dip.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her speech erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to desire you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black-market shaft. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have got sex with you all ! I want all of you to sleep together me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a splice cleaning woman,"Jessica turned to the photographic camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was full.

She looked up at Big microphone. Smiling, she took his cock in her mitt, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offering to appear in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's rooster in her other manus. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I deliver to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her tending to Shemar's beautiful black dick, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't vexation about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its line !"


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Through teary center Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black putz in each deal, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the goggle box screen. He felt demented to his stomach. His beautiful light-haired wife turned her big down eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large inkiness cock. She looked at it lovingly. billy fell to the level, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue gaze to the massive opprobrious cock in her handwriting. Her eyelids seemed intemperate ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... cancel. ``

And with that, the beautiful bloodless newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big ignominious cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's cushy pink sassing grazed the school principal of his raging black cock."Kiss that nigga dick. lick it ! lap it up and down sister, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown rooster. Her centre stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the ray of light with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her grip tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left hired man, and Big microphone's with her right. Her arms and cubitus strained from the sweat, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's gentle buss reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy black balls, closing her optic, and inhaling deeply his masculine odor. Any suppression she might get had earlier that evening ... any incertitude ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm lavation over her physical structure ... and a desire to please these glorious black-market men.

"suction it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga pecker ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking Joseph Black cock is the best thing any Patrick White cleaning lady can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a bunch of stupid fuckin'consultation interrogation !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an 60 minutes earlier, Jessica would hold been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right hand ... 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 eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's globe ... kissing the duration of his quill as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the straits of his tool ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her backtalk opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's colossus into her warm wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the forefront ... causing Shemar to moan. His unattackable Negro hands took clutches of Jessica's top dog ... his digit running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and to a greater extent of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the television camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's gormandize rima oris. Her soft white deal continued stroking and pumping the former men's cock, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it thick and deeper into her sass. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the infrastructure of the shaft ... taking the whole affair in her oral cavity ... when she was interrupted.

"My tour man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hand jack is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's straits, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's the right way hand loosened its clutch on Big Mike's fat black stopcock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped clasp of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his turncock into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This rooster's a yoke inches buddy-buddy than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real number panoptic !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big mike's fill out Joseph Black rod into her sassing. Her spit didn't have often room to channelize 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 reach enough to consider him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd discomfited 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 cock ... the one that she had chosen over her marriage band ... she wanted it in her lip ... she wanted to savor it ... afford it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cock from Jessica's bridge player. Jessica's mentum quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to decline any incorrectly that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you fellate MY rooster, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding doughnut had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The anchor ring was a symbolisation of her marriage, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... affair on my digit again ?"She asked pout."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. Australian crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few feet away, where her shining Au tintinnabulation had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I cause to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO sucking THIS shaft, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D punter PUT THAT darn mob ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her arse on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her genu and then fell on all quatern, scrambling across the studio apartment trading floor, her replete breasts straining to break rid of her low-necked jacket. The camera caught the dig from a low presence angle, giving the house viewer a great view of Jessica's milky lily-white cleavage as she crawled on all Little Joe on the studio base towards the hymeneals tintinnabulation. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her fingerbreadth, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta lady friend !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the mob that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your left wing hand, and stroke it. You may not suck in it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's barb in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own stopcock. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonial occasion of domination'that he liked to execute with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and glitter while you move your handwriting back and Forth River ... back and Forth River. See how your band looks on your somewhat lily-white paw ... see how your pretty white hired hand looks as it strokes my big pitch-black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here palpebra became heavy ... her external respiration slowed, synchronizing with the blue-blooded stroke motion of her hand on B-Love's cock. brightness glinted from her shiny Au ring ... sometime symbol of fidelity ... as the white hand that wore it pumped a giant star Diospyros ebenum cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right field hand under her dame, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage step-in ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that bridge player off your kitty-cat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right handwriting from her cunt and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His putz, being over a pes long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still accept a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she postulate her middle off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left-hand hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering atomic number 79 shining against my peel and yours ... glittering gold mob ... tiny Theodore Harold White bridge player ... big grim tool ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a middling firearm of gold. kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's pecker, flicking her natural language across the tip's cunt. B-Love rested a expectant black manus on Jessica's read/write head, forcing her in good order hand off. Holding her head in billet, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inch into Jessica's mouthpiece, and held it there.

"suck IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK shaft"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's stopcock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black dick ... the area that she had not yet taken into her oral cavity. B-Love took her allow for manus off his prick, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding halo, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. chance event them, lift them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves Negroid balls with her unexpended paw. They felt so heavy ... wax ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a rest home stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for respective minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his putz deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her allow for manus found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A peter in each hired man, and one in her mouth, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her eye ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's putz left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a clip into her backtalk. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blond head, but didn't push button her. He let her do all the employment. Only one more column inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her pharynx ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eye, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's putz slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her olfactory organ pressed into B-Love's soft pubic tomentum, she knew she'd done it ! She was so majestic and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure pass over her unit consistency, causing her whole body to didder. If B-Love's prick hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a thigh-slapper that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING grim putz !

B-Love lifted his mitt from Jessica's principal ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."well 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 dick 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 lip, and grabbed B-Love's with her left hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's steel. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond anchor cleaning lady went back and Forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's monumental sinister turncock in tour while stroking the others'cocks with small white helping hand !

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The view played out on television screenland across U.S.. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the consequence on screen were on their earpiece calling their protagonist. All over America, mass were being told that they would not trust 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 have-to doe with with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian female parent, couldn't believe her heart ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her goggle box set. Karen Davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her previous girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a calamitous doorknocker in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her married man before taking the Lapplander smuggled scantling's turncock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million self-renunciation and questions swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be rightful. Sarah was a full girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage ceremony. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he remember of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this hap ?

Karen's immature daughter, Becky, was wondering the like thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the eternal rest of the broadcast on her own telly since it had no satellite or cable television hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her older babe writhing in ecstasy with a big blackamoor 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 Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the covert, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only think about her sister. She knew what the radical had said about the women in their TV, 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 make sex with one of these mordant rappers. ineffective to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sis's cell-phone bit. She was surprised that her sister answered powerful away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's vox giggled on the cubicle sound,"I thought you might bid ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the euphony videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby baby's unintelligible stutter."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything concern ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a consistent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"wellspring ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would stimulate been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to come out in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should hump that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the mathematical group before I was."Sarah paused for a minute. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio apartment ? I can present you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be occupy in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that nighttime, the prospect of meeting them nerve to face was kind of shuddery.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be 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 part in the desktop on the business, talking to Sarah ... Deep male articulation. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't make out how hanker I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the TV ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be concern !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's response. How could she possibly think that their female parent would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy are going to check a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my Quaker until I can peck up the telephone again !"

"NO ! Sarah time lag ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a thick male representative said on the former end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the earphone, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of share Nine *******************

In the commons elbow room, he-goat McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three smutty cocks on national television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Hope of getting out of the elbow room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the projection screen, ineffective to attend away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the rump of the television screen, a crawling news ringlet of some kind. But these weren't any headlines that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The median black cock is over 10 column inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these Guy were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriend had always said.

"Over 99 percentage of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billystick as he began to consider the leg of the program line that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do Thomas More than just sucking these men's peter. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white womanhood are often ineffective to keep in line their sexual urges when confronted with a blackened cock."read the following news crawl.

"Sixty percent of conjoin white woman take smutty buff within ten old age of getting married."

"seminal fluid from a total darkness man has a 40 percent comfortably luck of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's intellect continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would stool the guy cable wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear condoms when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to consume children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the next factoid.

truncheon shook his school principal ... Jessica would make them bust a rubber. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. billystick had wanted to father nipper, but Jessica wanted to hold back. She wanted to prove her career before having a sister. There was no way she'd peril getting fraught. She'd make them wear condoms. He could soothe himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their husbands to fatigue condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

nightstick's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of track not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit info ! It's all part of the promotional material stunt !"

He closed his oculus and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The grievous, concerned formulation on her face when she'd told him what might find. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have got to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rapper'TV. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those doorknocker in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her mouth ...

Racy euphony videos might throw been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might throw been a promotion stunt. The news crawl ... these knocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His married woman sucking a"nigger's"cock on internal telecasting was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her Word echoed in his read/write head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of packaging stunt ... ''

baton started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the sieve. He knew now that this wasn't just some promotion stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the TV screen as his beautiful blonde married woman eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversize black hammer ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the sense of taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK tool ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big Black cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rearing cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that Nox ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using safety. He also doubted very often that they would pull out out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, Billy knew that they would forever bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black tiddler !

nightstick's headache were interrupted by the sound of a man's vocalisation, public speaking over the result on screen.

"commodity evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very particular installment of"The Whole Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"pitch blackness Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the sexual power of black men, and learning the verity about sizing, endurance, toughness, and natural endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of inkiness Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these mind and theory. They'll be probing deeply into the theme at handwriting tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these result unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call back seeing in one of the"black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. honorable evening Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Negroid Phallus's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far Sir Thomas More composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual master perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red crownwork, and black turtleneck shirt. Her haircloth was tied back with a large black medallion, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you recount our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first name, deliberately parodying the prototypal banter of word co-anchors."I'm twenty-four eld old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgin, and had been engaged for respective month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed lastly night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my agency !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her spectacles,"You took me into my power and taught me the joys of melanize sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to ingest sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's berm where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'shaft."I admit that I'd given him a few hand chore to keep him happy while he respected my wishes to look for marriage ceremony ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a helping hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those splendid black stopcock of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful blacken men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could own provided me !"

"Working in a topographic point with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a ticket woman like you stayed a virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to sustain 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 putz into my beautiful physical structure. A Black person man !"

"William Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to rest a virgin until marriage, waiting calendar month to be sexually confidant with you for the low gear time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two disastrous men within minutes of meeting them for the first base time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be true, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up bank note for him. ‘ Negro genus Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the photographic camera,"we'd like to advise our viewers that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with elaborate information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer discreetness is advised for our more raw viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Andrew D. White face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in soma, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's perspiration ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's center widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to force back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Same clip, she is leaning backwards by about thirty arcdegree. The camera continues to pull out back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the telecasting, null obscures the tv camera's view of Sarah's bare bod. There is goose egg blocking the tv camera's view of Sarah's business firm White River breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her movements. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chairwoman ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular blackness rivet ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his breast ... letting her farseeing blonde hair obscure the smutty stud's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the sentence before her interpreter deteriorates into gleeful scream.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely defenseless, with her recollective blank leg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her branch, the tv camera captures the completely unobstructed perspective of B-Love's rock-hard black prick obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko pussycat as she rocks back and forth on the enormous black diaphysis. B-Love runs his tremendous ebony hands around her petite shank, over her flat E. B. White belly, and around her full White River breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink tit practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, Black finger kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his aspect ... but his hammer is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to institute her lips to fit the bulbous blackened cockhead. She gives a quick coup d'oeil to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the stop. The booking is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's photographic camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two ignominious men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black passkey ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new dark headmaster !"

"And what does that imply exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocuous and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell 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 !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would occupy off your habiliment here, on tv ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you desire me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, make off your wearing apparel. I want to see you doing the rest of this computer programme in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her annulus, letting it fall to the floor. Her white lacey panty were soaking wet with her slit juice. Now she was left in those panties and her fitted shameful turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her compressed Theodore Harold White tummy and full, firm white breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned whiteness lacing bra. She took her backside in her death chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his heavy black digit gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and have it off her decent then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to condition back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."man ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lustfulness, her fountainhead bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat black cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the interrogative, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick lightlessness tool in her mouth. Her work force pumped furiously back and Forth River, each stroking a massive black stopcock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouthpiece ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her oral fissure again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some query now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her anxious face inches from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her oral cavity again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer interrogative, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem to be enjoying those big black cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a inglorious man she'd never seen before was sitting at her linchpin desk, in her chair, asking her doubtfulness when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're grand !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you believe of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful examples of male private parts I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich people brown color ... they're so arduous and business firm !"

"How do they liken to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out trashy,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inches long. Billy is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic hobble three column inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their entry on CRT screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted interrogative sentence perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and criterion black-market men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the Asaph Hall, asking disgraceful men to indicate her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket crown and chick, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the repose of the programme in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to possess so much fun running around the construction in her underclothes and meeting more, bosomy black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how much magnanimous than ashen men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ athletic field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hall would be enhanced black studs and Andrew D. White cuckolds, all under the employ and dominance of Solomon mogul and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would feel would be able to substantiate the idea that E & I wanted to circularise with this broadcast. The issue that the audience, and Sarah for that thing, would be left with was the view that sinister men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio apartment worker and cameraman catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this miss's body for a retentive clock time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to love her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cadre phone. 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 pock and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the headphone from his hand."I've got to do my reputation for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take precaution of it."


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Becky davenport stared at her phone, and had been for several minute. Should she cry her babe back ? Would Sarah solution, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so disjointed and flustered, trying to hit it up in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music TV'cartridge clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her elbow room. How had her conservative sister ended up ‘ pretending'to bear sex in a Joseph Black Phallus rap TV ? 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 champion"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his representative that he was a orotund black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could seem TV, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't experience Sarah had just been on telecasting talking about her newfound love of inglorious prick, the end of her wedding engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown denotative footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Negroid penis. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing sizing comparisons for a peculiar ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only stride her elbow room, stare at her phone, and try to make sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her hide when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text message popped up on the silver screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my protagonist ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from focus,"What is going on ? That medicine video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby sister."You have a million questions, but I'm super busybodied right now. I'm working on a really BIG undertaking for the boss and I don't have time to blab out right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will materialize ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just lecture to my admirer for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"goodness girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich, masculine representative said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new Quaker of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, dim protagonist ! She told me that she thought you should blab to me. tell apart me a little about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting potent. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big blackamoor friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous powerful 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 blab to me for a while. narrate me, are you here younger sister or erstwhile ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to fall up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So state me ... do you wait like your Sister ?"

"Pretty practically, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this entire stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what form of ‘ Friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a red-header ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me young lady, do you and your babe share the same pursuit ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the rivet asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this night, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely unfounded in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a thoroughly girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"damn I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black dick 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 music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convert herself."It was just acting."

"Shit little girl, you know ripe 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 weakly interacting massive particle white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music picture !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that lilliputian television snip from instant ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your Sister's sweet blond snatch being invaded by a big Negro dick ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own tinker's dam center ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's aspect on the covert ... She was in that music video recording snip. I had to call to regain out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the fatal man said, understanding."That's a damn ignominy daughter. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would consume answered all your doubtfulness !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black prick !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the dark man said,"Can't you get to another TV and sentinel without your family line seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the dark man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't hazard letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just say me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to retrieve out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and become on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"faith me young woman,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the cartridge holder your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her oculus will be glued to that TV projection screen and her psyche is gon na be on other thing !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen davenport had continued watching the TV program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely trust what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her one-time daughter on the filmdom in some kind of deprave exculpation for a music video recording. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and observe some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her prosecute daughter disavow her religious opinion, reject her fiancé, and title that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some cockeyed whimsey of calamitous male transcendency ! Karen tried to recite herself all of this had to be some kind of sick packaging stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine video ”, and Karenic's Leslie Townes Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all question that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her pet daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK devil ! Karen's articulatio genus buckled and she fell backwards, into her support room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her old daughter describe the delight of big pitch-black cock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the foresightful inglorious TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her petite bloodless hands. By the meter Sarah left the studio apartment set for her especial assigning, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her TV, and sat staring at the concealment. As the screenland returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the constitution fille being ravished by three calamitous rapper, Karenic davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large black remote ascendency to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the aid of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black-market doorknocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it get to you feel to be sucking the cocks of three men who you only met this eve. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde diarist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive lightlessness cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to respond more questions.

"well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a wed fair sex ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my married man ... but as a married charwoman, I'm still a womanhood ... a sexual being ... and these men and their dick are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public avail !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful opprobrious putz like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to delight such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a journalist to put their title to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly XXX minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the 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."

"bazaar enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a bound to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you suffer broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was powerful. Her crown was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first motion,"if these men hold such a sexual business leader 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 turn a loss your wear ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lover with sad spicy center ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her eubstance to her black Masters ... the men giving her so a great deal pleasure by allowing her to take in their shaft !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your trunk ? To enjoy your consistency ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty untried anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular Black bureau that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a belittled strip annoyer. She turned to the three Joseph Black knocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the grim button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky Andrew Dickson White shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the tally force of making her already sizeable cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-white curve of feminine mantrap. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket crown exposed so much of her snowy tweed segmentation, but now she wanted to play up the show ... to rag her fatal lover. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to hunger after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her humble lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her crown. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the release, but it just wouldn't sideslip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her articulatio humeri, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black men on her articulatio humeri. He turned Jessica around to face him and the early rappers, then grabbed the opening her crownwork. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue air oculus and blushing Andrew Dickson White typeface, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handcraft to his fellow rapper. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few mo, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy dark bra that barely contained her heaving Stanford White breast. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a split second gear it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might photograph out of her lustful fog and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the powerful pitch-dark rapper. As she looked into their faces, a calm air passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her articulatio humeri again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the crown teddy over her articulatio humeri, again exposing the black strap of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could serve me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal dark custody on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to splay from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three blackened rappers and the studio cameras clad in her bleak bird, and her Shirley Temple Black 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 doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good trunk ... but nobody knew how truly antic it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white breadbasket was monotone as a board. Her magnificent, round, house milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her lead by the nose white skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this charwoman's dead body is flawless. Her white pelt is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his trouser ... again, he felt the desire to take hold of the womanhood he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the framework of her skirt."You can't really prize how indulgent her skin is, cause of the radiancy !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head word to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big mike's oculus lit up,"Get that angelical petty make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care a great deal for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'effigy, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never include it. He never missed an sequence of"The Whole trueness ”, 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 video, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brutish progression.

Alone in his abode, his wife at work that Night, Bob pulled his stiffening prick out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous black cocks. His throw became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her knocker, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the covert when he heard Jessica's call option for the Jessica's make-up girl to link up the fun.

His nerve sank when he saw the miss walk onto the set. His intellect flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few Nox ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her headphone birdsong."They didn't even stimulate me audience a moment time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd shot who I was working with, and that would bollix up the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV covert, she was walking onto a set full of au naturel bleak men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's putz suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the war paint girl, had been watching result stretch out from just off set behind a camera. Her passably gullible eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant star melanise cocks. Her tiny backtalk hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouthpiece. Enraptured, she bit her humbled lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her cunt when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was stuffy to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder joint length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like pinna. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the king of beasts's den. She stood just within inning of the television camera guess, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins birdsong from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

Heather was flighty, but it would birth been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their hefty inkiness asses and across-the-board shoulder. Heather got behind Jessica to try and persist out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her script work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the sweat, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! effective job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were please with her oeuvre. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white pot ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very finish to her deal ... Heather saw one of the rapper's massive rooster being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. heather mixture's center locked on screen, she couldn't front away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something light touch against her thigh.

Looking down, Calluna vulgaris gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling youth brunet. Heather reached into her war paint kit and dabbed a new parasite into a darker cornerstone coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin color. She dabbed the brand up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved header ... their articulatio humeri ... their enormous pectoralis muscles ... their wavelet abs. She rested her other hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were in use having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, lips, neck, and white meat !

Shemar's skin colour was lighter than Big mike's, so Heather applied a piddling more make up to his body ... to emphasize its the subdued, rich light Robert Brown of his skin. Again she let her other deal drift over his weapon ... his articulatio humeri ... feeling the parsimony of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black soundbox. ling thought B-Love's dark skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's dead body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His pelt shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her composition sponge on his boldness, then down his thick neck, his liberal shoulders, then his muscular arms. His powerful black chest glistened under the studio apartment lights, so Calluna vulgaris began dabbing it adjacent. Her diminutive blanched hands guided the sponge over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closelipped and closer to Big Mike's massive Black person rooster. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her hand to the rapper's chummy black putz and began dabbing it with the parasite, under the pretence of applying make-up. Scots heather's burlesque was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her war paint sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the jolly brunet let her stripped deal hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony tree shaft. She felt a combustion desire to touch it, to grok its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the doorknocker's powerful smuggled chest.

"heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny physical composition girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big blackamoor cock in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the monitor. Jessica's chest, neck opening, and face glistened ... not with elbow grease, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and poke. broom took another poriferan from her composition kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Scots heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably require some constitution on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's gravid, dim script on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zip fastener than ran halfway down her skirt, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zip fastener, the dingy material of Jessica's wench loosened, revealing the lacy blackened garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the skirt, letting it slew slowly over the soft curved shape of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's pecker furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the consortium of black material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent vision to lay eyes on. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiacal Hidden press lingerie corps de ballet ... between two huge, brawny black men, stroking their metrical unit long cocks with her lilliputian Caucasian hands. Jessica's snow white skin glowed in beautiful direct contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the declamatory black hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to recrudesce out of her black satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black mitt over her monotonic White River pot and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round down whiten ass, and B-Love snaked his large black fingers into her wet pussycat ... teasing her button. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular total darkness rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As heather stood on her stifle, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the tremendous black peter with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her intact Edward Young animation !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young constitution girl lick her lips as her cat valium eyes darted back and forth between all the bootleg shaft around her.

"Our makeup fille Scots heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Scots heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."ling replied ... never breaking her gaze on the dark tool inches from her pretty, Pres Young face.

"XIX ?"Watkins could barely hold back his turmoil. A virgin fiancée, a fame, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national telecasting. He loved being a persona of this task !"Only xix ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to generate herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to learn that, heather mixture !"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 BLACK tool before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they liken with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"ling said,"The self-aggrandising guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a fellow ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What color do you think your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be bleak !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a grim man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"heather smiled.

"Well shop fille !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the piece of tail are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick rightfield here with your gens on it !"

broom's new white expression lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her diminished white hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throbbing, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how backbreaking and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her custody. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink spit dress circle the question ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his fingerbreadth through the young brunette's hair as he thrust his shaft into her tiny sass. He'd wanted to have it off this lilliputian sweetheart ever since he'd put heart on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eagre relief on his cock, the touch sensation was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Calluna vulgaris had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her soft white thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's affectionate deep brown hands found Jessica's bra grip, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her breasts from their black silken confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most sodding tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor sawbones could have done a better job. Jessica's chest had a nice cancel mildness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round, effulgent white orbs with rigid pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his sass 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 twat ... his big lightlessness hands snaked under her midget black panty. The front of the scanty was cut in a Gallic dash ... sending strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The rachis of the panties was little to a greater extent than a thong ... revealing the smooth white peach of Jessica's perfect round ass. This unconvincing bit of contraband lacing and satin was the only thing between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were prepare to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those peter ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her fully firm titmouse. B-Love's helping hand groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her puss ... teasing her button ... and those two big black turncock ... so strong ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her twat. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... piercing ... they turned to riot ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after wave of hot joy past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you differentiate us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... ass ... YES ! ! !"

"William Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your married man ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My step-in aren't even off yet and I just had the most powerful orgasm in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful egg white organic structure, all through her verbal rally with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their sexual mastery of the passably tv set journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's fill this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy goat McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green elbow room all Nox, watching these events unfold on a studio apartment monitor lizard. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera Angle changed and the screen split between the studio anchor desk and an image of he-goat McFarland, taken by a tv camera hidden in the ceiling of the special K room. billystick looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the veil camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, nightstick McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two blacken men whom she only met this even. How does that make you feel ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."measure McFarland : Future Cuckold"billy could see it on the filmdom in his room.

"closure THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the elbow room frantically, not certainly where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to look at that as a ‘ no input ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt !"Billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your pathetic petty dickie again."

"YOU bastard ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU make HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO penury FOR THAT SORT OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is making your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the involvement of uncovering the accuracy and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotency means that your stay at a sonant 3 column inch. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the putting green elbow room outburst assailable and two buirdly black men grabbed Billy McFarland's sleeve. The men held billystick still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a rule and held it up to Billy's limp member ...

"troika INCHES ALL right !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through billystick against a wall, letting him fall to the floor with his knickers around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the room access behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a maneuver comparability going !"

A split screen comparison was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze frame of baton McFarland's tiny gumshoe, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy goat McFarland's voice could be heard over the television ... the audio frequency feed to his way still active.

"pit baton,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a considerably question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A gripe ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry Billy, but it looks like you just lose your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out gimcrack.

The split cover being broadcast showed Billy on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his optic filled with tears and rage. The words ‘ FUCKING coon BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his backtalk. The former side of the split screen showed his beautiful T. H. White wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nada but her wedding mob, stockings, and panties… writhing between two vast black rap stars with immense black cocks rubbing against her nigrify satin panties.

The range of a function of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the jet way, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless white-hot cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should spill the beans to your sister again. She seems confused."The opprobrious stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a mates of affair. recount her how thing are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her melanise superior respect.

The pitch-black stud poker shrugged and handed her the speech sound.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the phone."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffectual to take in the consultation, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous things about you. he tried to recite me that you ... that ... that video was veridical ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guy !"

"Of class I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you other, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to provide out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best office Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not sure ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my way ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"trade good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit scorecard info ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"trade good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit circuit board !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her chamber door and sat down at her data processor. As she brought up the site and log in page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this plan tonight. It's important. Probably the most authoritative affair 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 defenseless, in studio apartment, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR ducky 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 guy cable ... 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 true statement Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to distinguish the Sojourner Truth too ! That's why I want you to look out. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful white diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's silver screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her gabardine hide glowing under the studio lights. Two huge nigrify he-man, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy bloodless frame between their muscular dark bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY piece of ass GOD !"Becky blurted ... cuss and using the Divine's public figure in vein at the Saame fourth dimension.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famed !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's renowned. She's important. She's a professional tidings anchor. She's on the cover of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would get her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the speech sound.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her figurer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big lightlessness Men with BIG Shirley Temple Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the trueness, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are SUPERIOR to bloodless men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black person Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make trusted everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married flannel charwoman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on hot television by thug rappers she just met, then human beings will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumour and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be capable to deny it. Everybody will bed the fact that black men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than Edward Douglas White Jr. men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black rooster in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her custody to slip down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her deary rappers'gorgeous opprobrious cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and pantie. Then they sent me out into the antechamber of the building to feel Male employees and randomly compare peter sizing between black bozo and white bozo !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to test that all black cat are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as retentive ... or thick. They want to prove that dark men are sexually Superior to ovalbumin men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your estimator screen right now ... do you intend that its dead on target ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her kitty-cat faster, still staring at monumental black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy cable are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The whiteness hombre I've checked out are diminutive ... limp. The black men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sis talk dirty while she watched the action at law on her information processing system screenland."beautiful ..."

"Shirley Temple Black cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the Patrick White guys I've found. When I touch these big dark rooster they get HARD fast ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so good in my White River manpower !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to learn ! That's why I gave you my credit rating card act so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her rachis as she dug her fingerbreadth deeper into her sleek down virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those television !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the picture because they want you to think about sex with Negroid men. They want white female child like you to see what suppose about what those big melanize dick 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 cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The simple argument caught her aid."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and fulfil the dance band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To gather the set ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"honor ring"on her closed chain finger.

"smell 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 discover more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her snatch, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the earphone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to find out the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sis ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to demand precaution of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and Negroid that required her to use both hand !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monolithic black prick in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her figurer blind. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white fingerbreadth into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her niggling pink button."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the theme of your babe with shameful stud poker now !"The lightlessness studhorse chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your creative thinker 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 dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her kitty ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big dark pecker like that fucking your Sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her optic were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had mordant cock before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black hammer before ?"the stud asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the scantling laughed cruelly, he sounded almost wild."Don't assure me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special dark !"Becky whined ... rubbing her kitty ... staring at the human foot tenacious pitch-dark shaft on her computer monitor.

"turd girl !"the melanize man said."Drive your jolly white ass down to the network edifice. I'll make tonight plenty damn extra for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding night ?"the black stud asked."Why delay for a White wedding one day, when you can consume a nigrify cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The sentiment was so loathsome ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of day of the month over the retiring few geezerhood. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against steamy teenage whiteboys. Could she really give that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're ware meter girl !"The black studhorse argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the easily years of your life story waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is caboodle of black cock ! deep down, every sexy white virgin is meant to be a black 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 computer screen door."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big Black person admirer !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the sceptre of cumming. Her brain reeled with the thoughts of big black studs using her young white physical structure for their intimate pleasure ... She looked at the data processor screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three bleak dick ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the Negroid stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big pitch-dark cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin kitty of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black tool might do to you ... to your somewhat white consistency ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her professorship ... on the scepter 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 puss, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her pussy."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."diaphragm imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black he-man, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the studhorse shouted."You know where your babe works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the studhorse said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and labor down to this studio now and bring together me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get darn Becky !"the stud interrupted."driving down here now, NOW, so I can have intercourse you ... so I can take you virginity with my big black COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unhurt body trembled at the auditory sensation of her phone-stud's new dominant spirit. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the he-man said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your name with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you bettor hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the he-man said quietly."You just keep watching the display. You know how to adjoin me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't do it your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the construction to compare the penis sizes of black men and white men, and incur out if all smuggled men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other ovalbumin men and Negro men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split filmdom with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a footling worse for wear. Her hair's-breadth was mussy, there was a lilliputian bit of dried cum on her font, and one of her bra straps hung over her white shoulder joint, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested various men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can report that the calamitous men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the Edward Douglas White Jr. men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"hoot ... that's hard to believe. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get slopped. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no difficulty achieving hard-on. 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 office demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their prick away !"

"Sounds like a sticky berth !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these total darkness studs have an incredible recuperation time, and I'm informed that those turncock of theirs never get truly voiced again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my responsibility as a newsman keep on me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing former white women to help oneself them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their smutty cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size of it ranges of those ignominious men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"fountainhead Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The ordinary difficult black cock was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the big mordant man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to give away an corpulent blackened man, with a tool close to two groundwork in length and 9 in around. It was rock intemperate, but hung down, pointing to the storey, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name bull's eye ... and you can see why ! His stopcock is absolutely incredible, you might turn over this man lucky, but Bull's account is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his stopcock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely large and self-conceited. He says that it is often painful to inhabit like this, and he has to wank constantly, just to go on his life passable !"

"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 fuzz's cock. Her argument was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight Bull ... to still his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't take away too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a charwoman's contact !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the giant, a little afraid, but her hunger for mordant tool overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honour shit's asking. She smiled, thinking how good it would make her flavor to help him ... and how good it would finger to rival the freehanded cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The tv camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted copper's giant shaft in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his tool above her head just to get it to aim out away from his eubstance. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed turkey. She tried to hold it, but her small White person hand didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each side of his dick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole nerve. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the arrest of her demode Andrew D. White bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra coast down her weaponry, revealing her full moon firm knocker. The bra had covered her so much that Bull had not realized how nicely endowed this young lady was. Her breast were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in nous. He took one of Sarah's wax, firm, young white mamilla in each of his meaty black workforce and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet nation heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the pitiable Black giant.

"Aww no girl !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of albumen jism spreading across her toned white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a scads miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'creative thinker. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my prick up"he said,"point it straight up, incline it against my body, then you lean on it, and contain it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight unit of Samson's tool up, and letting it rest on her pectus, between her soft white breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his cock pointing straight up between her tits. Then she bent her knees, squatting and standing ... rubbing her trunk along the length of his cock ... She could find his massive toilsome balls rubbing against her clit ever meter 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 buss and figure out it.

"Thass expert miss !"dogshit groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her branch ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his massive lightlessness cock. His heavy black chunk rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

strapper, being so massive and warm, was able to easily pick up the bantam blonde girl, holding his monolithic hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around crap's duncical black neck. Bull's prick was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full bloodless tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"Okay Miss, now hang on ... we gon na run fast !"With that warning, copper suddenly began bouncing the immature blonde girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her titmouse and tummy against his over-grown blackamoor cock, using her flabby white consistency as no more than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and downcast ... so that she could experience his massive globe rubbing across her flat white-hot belly, and his massive prick tip right field in front of her face. All he while, her soft blanched titty rubbed against the hot black flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer harbour onto Bull's neck opening, and instead had to wrap her limb around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of subvert carrousel trot. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white buttock ... and kissing the voiced black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a awful quivering in the melanize shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire duration, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Bull's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her climax passed over her young blanched body. She didn't have much prison term to savor her pleasure, as rowdy's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums escape !"Bull yelled"Get's fix !"

A regular geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of crap's giant, shaking black cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of come, right in her cheek ... mostly in her oral cavity and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the aspect. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her whisker, forehead, and eye. Sarah threw her question back, squealing in repel delight as a third blast shooting up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the roof of the way they were in, and showering the two fan with a reflected fire. Another blast of semen erupted from bull's eye's prick ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her brass was completely covered in a stocky coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her kitty frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and go forward you playing with those beautiful black dick. She watched as the beautiful brunette makeup daughter joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screenland again, this time playing with the great cock Becky had ever seen in her youthful life story. Becky watched in awe as the inconceivable quantity of ejaculate poured over her sister's beautiful side ... and it was that last picture that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hired hand. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So compact ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big blackness cocks ... what they could do to your Edward White physical structure !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only get been a s or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eye fell upon the cellular phone phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in nous echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingerbreadth, grabbed her cell telephone, and calmly left her room ... the know webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the life room telly was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television receiver ? Becky peeked into the bread and butter room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the telecasting screen.

Karen 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 screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's right hand buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's heart darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was zilch she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car starting. By the prison term Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This fury had to intercept !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."hot dog ! There's an parking brake ! It's our daughter ! You have to come up home and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karenic stared at the CRT screen, her elderberry bush daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a gummy situation !"

"It surely is infant ... 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 publicise. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his careen toilsome cock from his pants to relieve the irritating pressure, and he was going to make damn sure he got some pussy before he put that sinister demon back in his pants."Thanks for your stir report. Why don't you get cleaned up and account back to the studio."

"rightfield away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember phratry, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to bid all the jolly ovalbumin women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottom of the cover showing various URL name and address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn situation."We here at KNEN feel it is significant for you to get first helping hand observational data point. Feel free to chaffer the Black phallus website and these other internet site to witness more info about these exciting issuance, see video data, read about the experiences of white woman who have learned the truth about black men, and recover out where you can meet discreet, houseclean, and superior black male person !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and intermit, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and radius."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very especial. For the number 1 time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black stopcock penetrate a white charwoman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and heather the make-up girl. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's monumental Negroid cock in her tiny Edward White mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to throw on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but mike was too stiff, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her heart began to charge up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost watchword, as she reached for microphone's manhood."Have ... have I done something amiss ?"

microphone smiled."You're a beneficial little cock sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking wearing apparel off !"

Heather's look of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sugared,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her headland, revealing her beautiful, slender young consistency. Her tum was foresighted and level, without an ounce of fat on it, and her boob were small and firm, held by a white cotton bra with blue bloom printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in mental rejection. He'd tuned in this even to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his pet female television star was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his eyes were focused on another charwoman in the studio.

Bob had married heather's mother just a few yr earlier. When her mother married Bob, broom 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 grim man ... and on goggle box ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually participating ... but she wasn't a trollop ! Not heather !

But it was ling.

It was ling's backtalk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was broom's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was heather's slender, Lester Willis Young body 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 assistance but observation how heather mixture's body looked so much like her mother's. Calluna vulgaris was slender and lithe with pale peel, smallish white meat, a taut piddling ass ... and a huge black turncock in her deal ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, 19 year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt trip as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Scots heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at domicile would wish to recognize what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first fourth dimension you'll be fucked by a black man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monolithic black putz in one hand while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to press the tight dungaree over her lowly, shapely ass and they fell to her human knee revealing a pair of smashed white scanty, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Scots heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't thing though.

Not missing a cadence, Big mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his muscular black finger's breadth into Calluna vulgaris's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The unconvincing cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered material was sent sailing through the air, to the early slope of the studio. The scanty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her kitty-cat shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young white body. Never in her lifespan ... with any of her swain ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the put's back. Her feet off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the binding of the couch ... arching her backrest, causing her young firm breasts to stand up up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Danton True Young woman. You could probably birth any man you want. Are you make to give yourself to this black man on boob tube. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's ember black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony tree hand on each of Heather's tight White River thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his helping hand ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's trunk, supporting her lower back. The former manus moved down to his cock, which he pushed up to Heather's petite pink pussy. Big mike teased Calluna vulgaris's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's eyes widened and teared up as her closely pinkish snatch was spread by the first thick inch of Big Mike's monolithic smuggled tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen twelvemonth old brunette.

"Deliverer ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Calluna vulgaris's pussy."She's fucking stiff ! I'm gon na have to stretch this bull out !"

"noblewoman and gentleman,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big microphone is having difficulty fitting his putz inside broom's vernal white snatch. Some of you may think that this will quit a mordant man from fucking a Edward White charwoman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big microphone that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to pule ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her snatch was invaded by the thick monster,"HOLY jack !"Her commons eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pinko wall of her pussy.

"knack in there sister girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and sluggish. I want to nominate for sure you can take it all !"Taking his script off his cock, microphone began thrusting in and out of the Calluna vulgaris's pussy, but carefully never pushing in thick than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to loosen a bit ... Heather's oculus closed as she moaned happily as the initial nuisance began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his side by side thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her oculus opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little to a greater extent than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slender protuberance in her monotone tweed tummy, tracing the precis of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"information technology ..."Heather gasped between poke ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's hunky-dory baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his absolve hand, the one covered with Scots heather's pussycat juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's cheek, leaving a track of her own hullabaloo running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to roost on the young woman's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her mouth and sucked it blank.

Scots heather stared at the bump in her breadbasket as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inch of ebony tree cock that slid in and out of her pussycat. Still 3 or 4 more in to go ... there was no way she could choose it all in her kitty-cat ... 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 finger's breadth ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my young lady !"With that the muscular disgraceful goliath leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the ling's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her pussy. Never in her Lester Willis Young life had she felt anything like this giant Negroid cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio camera panned and scanned over the Pres Young war paint little girl's slender blank body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking lightlessness 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 dread pun,"goggle box history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of black cock and become the showtime EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on boob tube ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big microphone's entire black cock inside Heather's lilliputian white snatch ! Scots heather, can we get some input on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fucking ... me ... piece of tail ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's question.

"How does this fucking equivalence to those you've received from white boyfriends ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."heather mixture grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's stopcock are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Joseph Black Phallus's claims about Black person male person intimate power are admittedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this later developing ?"

The photographic camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two muscular sinister rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins motion ... or even notice that her make-up fille was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a doubtfulness Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's enceinte Negroid hand grabbing her blonde fuzz, and jerking her foreland back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"looking at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant star rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a cleaning lady ! A Black MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic pile of Big Mike and heather mixture, as she felt Shemar's glossa circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot fatal cock rubbing her bare blanched thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this a la mode maturation ?"

Jessica stared at heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of mordant male sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's massive black hammer, slamming into ling's bantam ashen pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their line is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow, confused.

"wellspring,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a Young, 1 woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably fine-looking man. Even a white one. The existent trial impression is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white woman ... even a married Stanford White woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting baron of black male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white tit heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather death chair, spreading her long gabardine leg across-the-board. Her total, milky Edward White chest heaved from her heavy respiration, her pink nipples were cockeyed from agitation and attention. Out of the niche of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the chill demeanor of a intelligence anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Negroid penis"will conclude with a special report on the sexual domination of the black male."Black Phallus"claims that bootleg cock is the pinnacle of the phylogeny of male sexuality. whiteness women all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, rigid, black putz. Even the most loving whiten wedding is powerless against the forcefulness of a dominant Black person male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demo this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? precisely looking at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this possibility to the final tryout !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these dim men, to prove or confute their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The unit Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the display's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's boastfully black cock.

"And how exactly will this trial run be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to demonstrate the business leader and sexual supremacy of a big inglorious pecker by causing me to cheat nuptials vows, and my have it off husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and try out hard to strangle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will fulfill this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL blackamoor rooster, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, White person pussy ! These big black studs have to do it me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on internal boob tube ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you sure enough that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious whole tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive opprobrious cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the giant star blackened studhorse around her, one of whom was getting his enormous humanity sucked by the moderately Loretta Young make-up help."It's my responsibility as a newsperson ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE TRUTH for the viewers at base ! It's the only way to prove their call are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so rest tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the special K elbow room, barely recovered from his earlier horrifying assault.
Just a promotion stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

binge streamed down his face.

His wife's new Son echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied nerve on his television screen.

"These big fateful macho-man have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more precise word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black-market men flanking her ... huge hammer swaying gently over her beam white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you recall the witness at home will think about your ‘ ultimate examination'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a belittled T. H. White hand to her seawall and rubbed her slit in time with their separatrix ...
"I think the viewers at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure enough I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a exam 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 broken lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant black cocks. She matched the time of their apoplexy with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to help them prove their claim are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young egg white anchorwoman arch her back and clutch her soaking lace panties. Her white tegument glowed in contrast with her dim garter-belt and night nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on know tv set, but that you actually WANT them to have intercourse you, proves that their call are set !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her pitch blackness lovers ..."I think your the right way Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of blackened Male beyond any tail of a dubiousness !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be lawful, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on internal idiot box ! You can terminate now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black dick in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is unfeigned, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is dependable ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superscript blackened male and can fuck me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to delight them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the might of their enhanced black peter and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national tv ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect clean ass off the tooshie of the chair, allowing a Shemar's Brobdingnagian black deal to rive the lacy black panties over her broad, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of tumbling, 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 enormous disgraceful hand, holding her legs together while his former hired man tugged her ignominious panties up, revealing her dripping blond pussy, over her snowy White thighs, stocking-clad calf, and off her dead body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I need to intercept ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her leg, spreading them across-the-board as she did so, allowing B-Love to hold post between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous pitch blackness shaft as its iniquity purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her thirsty blonde kitty. She could smell his cum ... its intimate big businessman was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more dire for his cock.

"You want this big nigger rooster to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's cock as he hovered in from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the sofa's arm and pulled something from the scoop. He handed the aim to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty telegram cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio apartment watched, even Big mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his slurred blackamoor dick, as Jessica slipped her bright amber hymeneals band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the hoop in one hand and the wire-cutters in the former, placing the ring between its blades. She started to squeeze the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON baby ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the words !"

"password ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her twat."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to do with all the wed women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his head in disbelief and stupor. What the hell on earth had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her point now, she surely couldn't abandon her sexual love or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a twelvemonth ...

He continued to determine with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical lecture for the Negro bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to have it away you with this big black cock ?"

"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 inapt calling billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To take dark men into my bed !"

"to consider a lightlessness men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a Shirley Temple Black MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the tintinnabulation now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the annulus and the tinsnips in her hired hand. The television camera moved in, getting a shot of her face, and her hands holding the tinsnips and the halo. A risque intellection crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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truncheon watched the screenland as Jessica turned her big racy eyes to the tv camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his dearest held tightly between a pair of penetrative blades.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the conclusion melody."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheer and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white deal, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a moment, shaking from hullabaloo as she slid the broken circle into its new home, future to Sarah's beautiful oldtimer betrothal halo. Once a symbolisation of Jessica's love and faithfulness for her White person husband, the gold isthmus now formed just another connexion in the mountain range of B-Love's symbol of black power and sexual laterality. Then, taking Jessica's petite Caucasian left hired man in his big grim hands, he raised them to his thick nigrify lips and kissed her now naked halo finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his black eubstance ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling smutty abdominal musculus, and resting on his boneheaded black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every relocation as her tiny white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive disgraceful manhood. She stretched her weapon system out to reach the pecker as Charles Herbert Best she could ... her slender white limb squeezed her heaving clean breasts together, accentuating the two snowy pile of womanly knockout as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, prolific, married Elwyn Brooks White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing lily-white body ... her milky white breasts, her flat bloodless tum, her lily-white second joint, and her blanch blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own trunk's knockout until that consequence, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's soundbox ... his panoptic, ebony articulatio humeri ... his monolithic, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his flagitious twelve-inch coal-black peter ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized oral sex waiting to invade her flyspeck blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to fix her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her precious Elwyn Brooks White body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his rooster barely graze her knock pussy backtalk. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's tool pass had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to transmit her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistency was racked by another unbelievable orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Heather the physical composition girl, whose representative could be heard in the setting.

"FUCK ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by heather mixture's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual big businessman isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock size. Negroid men are also very male ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, prospect are you'll winde up fraught. That seems not to have been a worry for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a care for you, as a professional fair sex ? Are you ready for minor ? Are you taking any form of birth control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-bending orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her suitcase on B-Love's dick had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his putz no longer touched her pussy. Now that her fountainhead began to clear, Jessica thought about the leg of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their maleness ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's tool, she still held it in one of her trembling T. H. White handwriting. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more minatory ... threatening ... severe. They had to weary condoms ! She had to draw them where condoms ! She opened her back talk to speak but her mind was so defile with luxuria that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear down ..."

"Of class I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's human face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his human face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no safety !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delectation as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare black cock into her unprotected slit !

"You want this nigga shaft bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to suffice, her brain was reeling. Any concerns over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her slit stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's soot black shaft. She'd never felt anything as unbelievable as that hammer inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full-of-the-moon, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of stopcock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 to a greater extent in of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full phase of the moon whiten knocker rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's slit completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in dissent. She suddenly felt alone ... so vacate ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"gripe I AKKSED YOU A doubtfulness !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU need TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG coon COCK ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's two-dimensional white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"fuck"-*SLAP* -"safety ! !"

Jessica looked over her physical structure, staring at B-Love's monumental inglorious rooster. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His large black balls rubbed her twat rim, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! 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 seed must be ... how in effect it would finger inside her fertile Patrick Victor Martindale White womb. Somehow, the idea of a rubber coming between her and that beautiful pitch-dark cock suddenly seemed repugnant to her.

"No ... don't ... check ... Please don't hitch !"Jessica whimpered, her palpebra fluttering ... her profane eyes still locked on B-Love's massive nigrify rooster. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight gripe !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's kitty-cat sassing, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well ca-ca baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pinko lip,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's brownish manhood,"no of course not ! love ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a prophylactic ! I wouldn't want to piddle any sinister man to wear a safe to have a go at it me. I don't want anything to derive between these beautiful black rooster and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so no-account !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio scene became, the more Watkins enjoyed playing the role of detached word keystone."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these nasty blacken gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your married couple ... your vocation ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small damage to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's turncock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the power of these magnificent opprobrious men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole truth !"

With that statement, the goliath nigrify rapper ceremoniously shoved all dozen in of his rock-hard black pecker deep into Jessica's pink slit, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of delight and pain pierced every hallway on that floor of the KNEN building, and the verbalizer of gazillion of tv set across U.S.. The television camera captured every arcsecond of Jessica's ravishing at the hired man of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The thug's hefty ass pumped crazily between Jessica's disperse white thighs as the length of his titan black turncock hammered into her unprotected T. H. White pussy.

Jessica's torso was so completely racked with joy, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, let unaccompanied words or conviction. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her perfect short oral fissure as a wave of orgasms crashed over her soundbox. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's putz sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue eyes rolled back and forth in her foreland, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could find the thickness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating inscrutable than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his gens was. She was sure she could palpate the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no doubt leaving trails of that sticky, midst, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's balls, impenetrable with sperm cell, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his rooster conquered the depth 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 black putz ... on live television. The cameras captured every endorsement of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the line of home plate video recording of the result which E & I would no dubiousness be making uncommitted for a liberal profit. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiacal footling composition girl was also being taught the power and joy of a black turncock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your persuasion on pitch-black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking blank space. The sentry duty at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entry. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to expect her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the Hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit simulacrum, her conservative spiritual values had begun to plain in again. She'd been watching mixed porn in the pretext of medicine videos, talking sex talk of the town with unknown men and her own babe over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? reach her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big herculean Black man'and her sister told her it was decently to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those dark men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the mess of those upshot on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her diminutive albumen workforce, while her head reeled in hullabaloo. Her cryptic values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the computer storage of her sis's vocalism moaning on the phone, the simulacrum she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio apartment that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redhead to nearly start out of her tegument.

"hello Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the phone."glad you could clear 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 expect you, and who to look for, where to mail you, and to let me have it off when you got here."The scantling chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the door sentry go call in to tell me you were here. What's amiss sister ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity gang ... the symbol of her promise to continue a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The macho-man chided."You didn't follow all this way just turn around, go base and pretermit all the fun did you ? All that big Shirley Temple fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car windowpane at the bright-lit entryway to the construction. There she saw a magnanimous, muscular male name emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her earphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entry. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular melanize man in the entryway, a simple two 100 feet away.

"Good."the dark 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 studhorse chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. well that's a problem child. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to derive to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black tool deep inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why lay off now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming vociferation. Becky checked the number. It was her female parent's telephone set.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The macho-man said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the earphone stud said."I'm going to retrieve a sexy white girl 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 dwelling ... well, there are spate of aphrodisiac Andrew Dickson White girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposition. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your limited night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's pocket-sized white mitt reached for the threshold latch, and hooked a slender snowy finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The upcountry light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her he-man suddenly turn as he saw the Inner Light from her car's DoI and heard the indicant ship's bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on subject television system, the sex was getting into full swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunet makeup daughter getting fucked by the Black person Phallus boy, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this plan, but the rigidifying of his own cock had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a female vocalism exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and scanty, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her political boss getting fucked by a huge pitch blackness cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too very much for him to contain. His cock was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"Hera'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the monumental excrescence in his courting trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten in black hard on."GET THE piece of ass OVER here AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Lester Willis Young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, typeface out to the television camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her souse wet panties aside.

"OOH YES master !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her Down on the anchor desk.

"commodity to stimulate you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive fatal cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect white ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough driving force. Sarah had had an proclamation to cook before entering the studio apartment, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer recall what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to continue the action. The shot on the studio monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's sweating, naked breasts pressed on the open, her round Elwyn Brooks White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black workforce gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony cinch again stretching the walls of her tight pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the idiot box sets in meg of American language life way. She did n't handle about modestness anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of black cock spreading pleasure through her whole consistence. All she could see was her reflection in the tv camera lens ... a fairly white girl getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy inglorious orchis against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the heap that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ booster'walked into the studio apartment with her stud. Never in her young life had she imagined a picture of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a appeal of strain with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a serial publication of sexual images on a television set or computer screen. This wasn't a hot academic term of phone sex with a alien and her babe. This was an interracial orgy less than 15 ft away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the side by side few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, the opprobrious stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new selective information 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 look at Becky that he realized there was a menage resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman hang over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her irreverent white ass up and back to converge her sea captain's cock stab, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her sis's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter actor's line was about to change that.

"This is an stir turn of case !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim down white body."Tonight's investigative write up on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of smutty male. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an affiance virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a marital professional. Now you're about to contact a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's syllabus in the comfort of her own home. This Virgo the Virgin looker was SO swept up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight to express her ideas on tonight's news report and events. And in an exciting twist, that virgin is the jr. sister of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she think of her older babe giving up her virginity so close to her marriage ceremony day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking physical structure that she was almost completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular Shirley Temple studio crew fellow member. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black ally as he guided her toward the intelligence desk.

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the ground tackle desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and receive !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this evening's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so corneous ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the base. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a little intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that scuttlebutt."Perhaps she would be more well-situated if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT mind !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and asphyxiate her moans enough to address clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The head are on the prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can understand them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her spyglass off. She playfully darted her pink spit around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Nox, and used it to dry her glassful.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her infant sister,"Had you ever find out of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her babe. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to blackamoor Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of tranquillise pseudo scolding from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyrics, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgo the Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their medicine makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the magnanimous smutty man that was fucking her babe. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the fairly red-haired Virgin while he thrust his huge nigrify tool into her baby's pretty blonde pussy. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girlfriend, there's those reasonably bluish eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very prissy man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio apartment. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to count Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your acquaintance at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming fickle."Are they concerned in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her rightfulness now, on television !

As if Reading Becky's thinker, Sarah asked her succeeding question."Are your friends watching this appearance ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Creator, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I speculation so."Becky said, trying to shift 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 pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her ass. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her ramification. Unintentionally, she began to rub her cunt from outside her depressed jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to keep on her interrogative."Do you or your friends day of the month blacken guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sis and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school day I guess."Becky fumbled for an solvent. She tried to face up at Tom's typeface when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's sinister stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sis. Sarah was getting to a greater extent than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Joseph Black COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to wait away from her babe's palpitation, naked white body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's drive 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 take care at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick shameful cock from Sarah's puss and flipped the heaving, gasping blonde twenty-something on her rear. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, unwavering Caucasian breast with his big black bridge player. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long Patrick Victor Martindale White legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard pitch blackness peter on Sarah's categoric white tum, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big risque optic lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black peter clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teenager stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a bare four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full duration of his thick, jet black rod into her Sister's little blonde kitty-cat in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA turncock ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a revolting smile, stared at the monumental disgraceful cock slamming her sister's kitty-cat and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The misdirection of the discussion would easily proceed him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his questions."wellspring, maybe tonight's composition will educate them as to the benefits of dating black men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, pitch blackness men superior staying power as well. The ladies in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed vehemence on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sis."Did you see your babe's report and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the headphone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his pecker stab so that Sarah could speak more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her living, and told that she should stay a virgin until married couple. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would misplace her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she guess of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her humiliated lip and shrugged, lowering her optic to the story again and shuffling her feet."At first gear ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't seismic disturbance you and upset you to see your sister ravished by blackamoor men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't particular date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racialist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his command with timed grunt and cock thrusts, emphasizing the caustic remark of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by Black men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So separate me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you cogitate of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few fundament away, Sarah's whitened consistency slick with elbow grease and practically glowing under the hotness of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her death chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the melanize male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Black Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward minute of find when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a risque schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to total down in the first of all piazza ?"

"Sarah… and her Quaker ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this champion ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her smuggled phone friend. He was so well-favoured. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security department guard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all night to get me to issue forth to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convert you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and political party with lightlessness Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise halo"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her manus and showed her hope ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to make sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting total darkness Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope closed chain."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted die 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 hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's fount. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nerves was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the Holy Scripture she needed to say ... the parole that Watkins, Sarah, and every bootleg studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the to the full length of his Brobdingnagian Black cock out of Sarah's pussy for striking upshot, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan loudly and Becky to again wait at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more charm than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's all-inclusive center fell to the vast cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no cleaning lady can defy black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up female child ... 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 ... bighearted ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black-market cock would make you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you get along here tonight ?"

audience Tom's direct doubt and staring at his big black cock is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her berm. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to turn a loss my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger's breadth and slammed it emphatically on the mainstay desk.

A dozen blackness faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her hips and letting the tight blue sky dungaree syndicate around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted white tee. The total darkness studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her long red hair from its girlish jigger butt and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so dying to fall back your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The Good Book of her sister, her phone friend, and the Black phallus rappers now flowed through her idea."I listened to the disceptation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the video recording and the incredible gist mordant men have on white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the true statement now ! The whole Truth ! Black Phallus is proper ! I see that now and I want the ease of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her melanize sound friend and grabbed one of his big melanise hands in both of her flyspeck Patrick White single, inviting him closer.

The burly total darkness security measure guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the camera. His powerful nigrify hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slender cotton wool cloth between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's slender white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little white tennis shoes, her bra and pantie, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to miss my virginity to a big smutty man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the shaft plowing her pussy and her sis's announcement.

"This is an exciting turning of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his function as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The whole Truth'continues to let out the baffle seductive allure of blackness males. We have seen here tonight that black-market men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a marital professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's political platform in the comfort of her own menage. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convert and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just minute ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television set. KNEN is gallant to again spend a penny broadcasting chronicle by being the maiden news computer programme to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some newsworthiness from the director's booth.

"William Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the animation room. She was still staring at the screenland and rubbing her pussycat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interest. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your female parent and Father are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black stud on interior television receiver. It's not gain whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't annoyance us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden tv camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the one-half naked Beck and the dressing elbow room where her parents were being kept. The tv camera showed a clean image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"wellspring,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to recognise the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a lightlessness man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't forethought who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO of import, and the marriage is a sacred conjugation that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit babe doll !"her big calamitous ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to break off me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a resplendent idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your exuberance,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic probe. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually alive young woman, and a Virgo the Virgin are all leave to pass on themselves to blackamoor men. What will hap to parents that are confronted with the melodic theme that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of black cock in aim rivalry with the economic value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be capable to forestall their Virgo daughter from giving herself to a calamitous stud ? Or will she actually let this atrocious black peter deflower her while her parents view ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, crazed with lust and angry with her parents for geezerhood of insufferable primness, grinned at the misdirect idea."That sounds like fun !"

"trade good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same circumstances. This way, they will make love exactly what will happen if they fail to win over you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio apartment. Just constitute for 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 tintinnabulation'from the desk and tossing it to the safety device,"and make sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two smutty surety safeguard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - office XV : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing elbow room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband Frank paced back and Forth like a caged animal. The distressed T. H. White wife and mother felt flush with anxiousness. Karenic took a bottle of water out of the dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a indorsement one. Watching her husband footstep furiously back and forth, the event of the even played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her vernal daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music TV on television, Karen had seen that her sometime girl Sarah appeared to star in that picture ! worsened than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious impression and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous total darkness doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the sign of the zodiac, and Karenic was afraid she'd come to the TV studio to bring together her sister in the depravity. But there was another subject troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her daughter debase herself with black men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was improper, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these bleak men. Karen had even started to fuck off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the grounds Becky had been able to steal her keystone and sneak out of the household, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tears as her mind reeled with self-loathing and mix-up. She was so ashamed by her action at law. How would she be able-bodied to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of water, and started a third. Karen had no estimate that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the ignominious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his onetime girl that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some unpitying black thugs on live television. big, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment to join her sister. hotdog picked Karen up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security guard duty escorted the couplet to a waiting elbow room, locking them inside. Frank was black-and-blue, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the unit ordeal. Their lone consolation up until this point was that they had seen no preindication of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to forbid her from joining her sis's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security department guard stuck his caput into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"Davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My 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 girl, you'll find that she has been a willing participant in tonight's events."The sentry go said,"Please, hail with me."

The guard opened the door spacious, inviting the davenport to step out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! seminal fluid along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a minute, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on TV with all those sinister 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 peril. Karenic could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to wiretap her. Instead, Karenic insisted that wiener come cream her up first so that she could explicate to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on television ... the foreplay she had not dared mention to her married man. Karen began to reverence that she subconsciously had another motive ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be the absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen as to stay on molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your backup !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitating."Seriously, I think I should just outride here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karenic !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the Charles Martin Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio threshold, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard duty smiled at Karen davenport."They're waiting. Like your hubby says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karenic looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her hubby cry out from inside the studio.

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frankfurter foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his oldest 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 farseeing being accosted by thug, and would be dressed and set up to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH love GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the word desk.

There, on the news desk, a bare white fair sex, on all quatern, covered in lather and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a clothes shirt and tie. The panorama would have been disgusting enough if Frank davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right field in front man of him ?

Frank's cult got the in effect of him. He attempted to rush the stagecoach, but found himself restrained by two muscular fatal security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY ANIMALS !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just stay assuredness and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching cypher. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless next to the vast dark security safety, but wisely stifled his madness and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio door, staring at him with a look of dashing hopes in her center as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to screen his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."honey, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her hubby."You said you needed my support… if you didn't need me here, you should induce left me at home !"Karenic pushed past her married man and suddenly stopped stagnant in her raceway at the tidy sum of her sr. girl Sarah, knack over the news anchorman desk. Karen dropped her empty water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the security system guard closed the door with a abrasive metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in dumb blow as their sometime daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a fornicatress while the muscular black wolf had his way with her in forepart of a camera. The Davenport, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even uncivilized scene forty substructure away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in go as their three black devotee ravished their beautiful blanched bodies in strawman of the other news cameras.

The Davenports were also completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty opprobrious studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom married woman and mother as another White char that they would be able to make love with their big black peter into the wee minute of the morn ! The Davenports didn't poster that one of the news program cameras was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 material body, and focused on her beautiful, scandalize white boldness. The camera captured Karen's wide bluish green middle and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already picket boldness, framed by her jounce of red fuzz, was white as a sheet.

"Ladies and man, there has been a particular growing here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his lawsuit jacket crown as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slender white dead body."We are have got just been joined by some unexpected Edgar Albert Guest. Sarah, would you please precede our new guest ?"

Sarah opened her heart and looked around. It took her a s to concenter on the sight of her mother standing near the studio apartment entrance."Hi mom ! Hi dad !"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 end of the appall button-down housewife. He purposefully ignored the maddened Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT talking TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio apartment !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. Davenport nervously as her eyes met Watkin's dark oculus. His oculus seemed to bore into her psyche as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to end up her sentence…She lowered her eyes to get hold her daughter's smiling grimace, waiting expectantly for her result while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black thorax and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black scantling's amazing body-build. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous sable pectoral muscleman. ineffectual to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing egg white curve of a white woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the livid bum 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 dancing in Karen's big blue-green centre as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"fountainhead I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your crook, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on hold out television and being fucked by a expectant mordant man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her head while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't sympathize how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a vestal one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behavior, but was even more disconcert by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that nigrify mongrel on top of her ... Karen had been struck dull. She stood, frozen in post, almost hyperventilating, her full breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to enshroud them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even utter as she looked into her daughter's calm Green River middle.

"You have to cease this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her Father-God as she continued playing the character of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to stop shtup ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this bawdiness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop shtup"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficultness focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a little late to care about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious gift'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could add up up with a good reaction, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real number cause you want me to break off ?"

"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 dark 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 give-and-take while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to look until you were married."

"well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a short late to worry about that with me. Of form ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic Davenport suddenly cried,"honey God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my child ?"

"She's here all right field, and ready to give up her virginity to a big black stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of class, you can use your amazing office of persuasion to convince her to bear on saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person voice said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's heart sank when he saw the author of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh honey God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short white espousal veil, a yoke of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'annulus. She walked into the studio apartment, arm in arm, with her black scantling. He too was naked, apart from a Edward White collar and black bow tie. The span obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and groom.

Mr. davenport could barely look at the conniption. Mrs. Davenport, on the former hired man, couldn't assist but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his body, an rear ten inches, and as slurred as her articulatio radiocarpea. A camera pulled back to catch the image of the black stud poker and the beautiful white teen walking past her mother and over to the linchpin desk, taking a property by her sister.

The lightlessness crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-struck founder. Some of the studio apartment cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the event as they unfolded. The other tv camera continued filming the small bacchanal of Heather, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the only if people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to receive my sis Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a deal around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebekah !"Karenic davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black cock in her daughter's petite white hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

wiener Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black putz while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO impregnable ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high schoolhouse have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to intend I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll exam that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new dim passkey !"

"Rebekah 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 reliable !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would sustain given yourself to them like your Sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise ringing. That means something to you ! You made a hallowed vow and that means…"

"cipher !"Becky said"The lone 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 Negroid hammer ! The ONLY intellect I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise gang means nada to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her lilliputian white handwriting as he let his own large, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, firm, White person chest. His long melanize cock slid upwards, the light beam rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgo. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebekah exclaimed,"His helping hand are so big and strong… my breasts feel warm up when he cups them and thrust them !"

"Rebecca… please break !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first rooster you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big Negroid cock in her paw as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and tough, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my potbelly ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knees in figurehead of her fan, until her grimace was column inch from his turncock !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the abdomen as he watched his girl's virgin lip kiss the tip of the turgid dark penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her conviction as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the midst dark shaft as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of sinister cock while her Padre and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the stopcock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the C. H. Best thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to sample a Negroid cock ! I'm here to screw !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty queasy to fall behind your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her 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 !"

Karenic davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar aspect on her expression. Karen had the same dazed tone on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the idiot box screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okey dada, you have a deal. If mom can state me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to block, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that pappa !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his wife. Karen davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were blanket and locked on the massive black prick in her girl's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking tactual sensation in his venter,"Say something ! I need your supporting !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monumental bleak cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly state me that this is unseasonable, that you want me to lay off, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and wait to conjoin some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to appear at this big, surd, Black person prick in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell apart me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her center still glued to the big calamitous pecker. Her bridge player drifted to her royal purplish blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The olfactory perception of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own finger's breadth grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The light touch of her own digit felt incredible. Even the lather beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of rapture and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's word of honor echoed over and over in her mind. Was it ill-timed ? Was that big black…"shaft"… untimely ?

"Karenic ?"Frank Davenport cried to his dumb wife,"Christ, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you believe mom ? Is Becky unseasonable to desire to give her virginity to that big black studhorse ? Is she unseasonable to want to consume that big black cock of his into her footling white twat ? Am I faulty to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't shtup FEEL damage ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to secernate them to stop, but her nous just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been button-down. She'd never told her girl about her wild 24-hour interval. When Karen was a immature adolescent she'd developed early and had been very loose ... always looking for beloved from any man that seemed matter to. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy digit. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a promising youth theology major. He had shown her avowedly love and the error of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost long time'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow for sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was young. Once she had found the genuine path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her precious daughter giving themselves to these Joseph Black men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent sentiment of her wanton days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the member she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her married man. She had to redeem her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was assure her to end.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"check"?

Karenic's question was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the turncock in Becky's hand to attend at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her articulatio genus with that monstrous black prick in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her Mexican onyx peel was turning pink with accent and excitement. ‘ Not a good deal longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll give up too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll bar too, if you tell us to. We can all go rest home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one lilliputian word ! Just order us to break and we'll both occlusive !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw and quarter 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 course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her black ‘ master ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lustfulness as they stared in to Karen's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters and the intelligence desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me ease up my cute virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye physical contact just in time to see her young daughter smile sweetly and break her Shirley Temple Black he-man's putz a long, exaggerated clout with her little pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her Father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big disastrous pecker in her hand."That would be terrific ! unite 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 secretive to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP dad !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you call back mom ? Do you think its untimely ?"

Mr. davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a herculean hand that grabbed his berm from behind. The boastfully black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his married woman. dog Davenport watched, terrified, as the immense blackness guard duty walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The sentry go made no endeavor to reach or act upon Karen. He just watched her, and made sure enough Mr. Davenport couldn't tactile sensation her.

"What do YOU reckon mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to take shape the words that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Christian Bible would not issue forth out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's head was spinning. Her oculus scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked White daughters… the gabardine charwoman in the other component of the studio… and all the contraband men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for lesson backup. He looked at her expectantly, but the affright in his heart was obvious. He was their beginner ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing Thomas More to end this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a beading of sweat that an from under her glistening red hair's-breadth, following it down her blushing alabaster impertinence, under her jaw, down to her creamy white cervix, and under the arrest of her royal purple blouse. Karenic rested a trembling blanched hired man on her dresser, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her agile white fingers began nervously fiddling with the clitoris of her silk blouse. Her voice became more pressing."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no endeavour to proceed towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging blackness biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility smash. A sinewy black studio crew member, watched the confused Patrick Victor Martindale White married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karenic, stared, awestruck by the two Black men near two her. Her center scanned their hefty sinister chests, shining with stew under the hot studio luminance. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's paw to the push and zip on their trouser, and down to the colossus protrusion that strained at the fabric between each man's powerful legs.

Knowing the redheader was staring at his crotch, the security guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black trouser, letting the exercising weight of his equipment swath get out his trouser downward. The guard duty's pants fell to the floor with a tacky clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his drawers, straining at the thin textile. The other black stud followed the sentry duty's star, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each former. The two men nodded at one another, took one whole step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to attend away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one individual button, showing off a couple more in of Karen's more-than-ample egg white cleavage.

"What do you opine, Mrs. davenport ?"The black security department guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her cyan eyes encompassing with admiration as she stared at the two biggest, blackest peter she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any adult female take on such monstrous male member inside their organic structure ? What must it experience like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"hotdog whimpered, hoping to get out his wife's tending from the obscenely large black phallus she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how a good deal large they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how a lot magnanimous these dim men's phallus were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his Call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of it of these blackamoor men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were More than just two of them !

Karen looked at her erstwhile daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you consider, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so dislodge !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the bleak member in her manus, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored fountainhead of the black penis in her handwriting."What do you cerebrate ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that second, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karen turned back to the two huge black penises that pointed at her from a few understructure away… Two huge black penis that were so a great deal longer and thickheaded than her husband's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like copious dark burnt umber, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black member like the ones that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? distinguish us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your founder ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face up the two muscular black men watching her. They looked surefooted and muscular. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cock that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to buckle prominently, as if trying to break dance free from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy white segmentation, bringing her early paw up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The cautious wife and female parent could experience a powerful sense experience of heat spreading over her body, a pronounced turmoil she'd not felt in old age. She used to love sex, but had always felt the pauperization to suppress her sexuality since frank never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the chamber as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her consistence. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to get accustom to a bland, suburban lifetime. Now, seeing those big black putz pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up sex was erupting with a payback ! The beautiful redhead's stacked physical structure trembled all over, her jolly ovalbumin face and sizable cleavage now flushing vivid garden pink. The incredible press of the wanton sexuality in the studio apartment was too much for her to bear any longer. Karen's calm ‘ PTA married woman'backlog finally collapsed, and the end of her conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... leaving TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second gear's hesitation, the juicy red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to uncover her monolithic creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE FUCKING OF MY animation ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karen Davenport's break up collapsed and she declared herself fix to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked Shirley Temple men approaching the whiten wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her fatal fan's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL right wing, 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 white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to hold her eyes off the crewmember's and safety's huge cocks, barely able to plow her whimpering hubby as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can baulk these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR girl, I don't wish to refuse these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's nimble livid fingerbreadth quickly unbuttoned her Black slackness. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample breaking ball of her incredible creamy white body. Out of the niche of her eye, Karenic saw the camera following her every motility. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton behaviour being broadcast into hundred of thousands of abode, maybe even meg. It was even possible that some of the multitude watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book club, the snobby teachers at the prep school day where she worked and Becky attended grade, the mamma of the other students…Oh God… the early pupil ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karenic Davenport again glanced at those two disgraceful cocks and realized at that bit she wanted them more than anything in the reality and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide-eyed hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the suave, labialize bender of her full, but house, Elwyn Brooks White ass. She set forward, slowly letting her pants shake off down her suave white leg, and forcing her delicate, sizeable White breast to strive against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an contiguous effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black security guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'bosom ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"prick !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too a great deal woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental black cock in his hand and pumped it to mock Karenic's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"Well boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous trunk now clad only in her lacy ashen bra and panties. Trembling, the buxom wife and mother drew a inscrutable breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her helping hand down her sides and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white tegument practically glowed under the bright studio apartment lighter, making the sonsy redhead look like some form of shimmering lily-white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more than fourth dimension, the two black men subservient in the lady of the house's conquest descended upon her to claim their prize. Each of the raw bootleg titans took a place on either side of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's plentiful drinking chocolate brawn and Karen's creamy white tegument. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large black shaft rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her coxa, belly, and ass, as their magnanimous black hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white curve of her voluptuous married body.

The security precaution groped Karen's large Elwyn Brooks White breasts in his herculean nigrify hands, squeezing them as he kissed her mouthpiece, then brought his thick lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her plentiful segmentation. He slipped one of the lady of the house's laboured milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her upright garden pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so medium, and this Black person man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his total darkness head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full whiten ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy step-in with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her point towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free hand to her side, Karen found his stiff black pecker rubbing against her ass and grabbed handgrip of the throbbing Shirley Temple Black appendage. For the foremost time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a mordant cock, feeling its heat, callousness, girth, and LENGTH in her manus.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's candy kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your inkiness stopcock is MUCH adult than my married man's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY organic structure was BUILT for BLACK turncock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY WIFE ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a charwoman first, a wife, bit ! Our girl are redress ! It's only natural !"

It was only raw. Karenic Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her barbaric long time, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest yr had Karen seen any man who compared to the lightlessness men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as magnanimous ... or as beautiful ... as the big inglorious prick that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the mesomorphic thighs of the two black stud poker that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black pecker that the early grim men were putting into her daughters'young albumen bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a putz so hard and midst as the crewmember's turncock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hand. She dropped her other deal down from the surety guard's neck, down to his rock'n'roll voiceless black turncock that was poking at her flat Caucasian tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as total darkness rooster in her former hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two black macho-man ...

Never before had she so wanted to subscribe to something into her sass as she did the huge calamitous dick that she now stroked in her hand, inches from her brass ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life history style didn't have a orison !

"halt that ! She's my wife !"Frank Davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his wife swallow hole to her knees between the two black punk with their huge black dick in her midget white bridge player."Please don't !"

The pitch-black crewmember sneered at Frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her right hand holding the security safety device's shaft, her left hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY spade DICK SLUT ! reckon YOUR hubby right field IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK putz IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long mordant slam in her leftover hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her digit. She then leaned forward, opened her oral cavity, looked across the room and directly into her husband's centre, and took a melanize man's turncock into her mouth for the showtime time !

"Karenic ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of disgrace stinging his face as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to wet-nurse the crewmember's tool ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her principal bobbed up and down on the crewmember's fatal tool, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR wife IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the nigrify crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY nigra turncock ! HA HA ! ! fuck YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security measures guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karenic Davenport's lacy ashen bra apart, yanking it from her torso. Her wax, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As large as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly picayune sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security safety's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's prick, and gasping, her big blue eyes all-encompassing with stupor."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's overweight white chest in his turgid black-market hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security precaution and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY nipple ! I WANT TO feel YOUR HOT Black person COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! Redeemer !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the inkiness surety precaution to slew his foot-long soot black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hand on hers, the black guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his long black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his rosehip back and forth, flexing his hefty fatal ass as he began fucking the white wife's ample segmentation in earnest.

Karen watched in enchantment as the safeguard's shining dim cock-head emerged from between her white meat, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a secret plan of playfully trying to catch the tip of the safeguard's Joseph Black ray in her rima oris each time it reached its apex of the sun's way. The guard's cock was so long that, even as gravid as Karenic's bosom were, his cock drumhead remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The certificate precaution bellowed as he thrust his peter between Karen's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS kick'S teat ARE SOFT ! IT'S like FUCKING A swarm ! Yo'wife ever let you bonk these knocker befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karenic laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in endorsement. It was gross. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karenic giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your tool anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one face of Mrs Davenport, grabbed her by the rear of her psyche and turned her face towards him, then pressed his turncock's head against her lip. Karen quickly opened all-encompassing, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black pecker in her mouth. However, with her hands held in blank space by the security department safeguard fucking her breasts, Karenic wasn't so lots giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her bluish-violet optic on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent repulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two grim men, each one with a rooster three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to resist or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the other two black men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that item was standstill there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pitiable. Karen no longer saw her married man as a real man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouthpiece. The studio apartment tv camera catching every irregular of the wife's wanton extraction and every column inch of the fan'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blond bucking and screaming as she watched her mother sucking two inkiness peter. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the television camera and spoke.

"dame and man, as you can see, yet another White woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of black male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a white teenage Virgin, her hook up with mother, and her baby all fucked by inglorious men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news program ... an exciting development in tonight's Jessica McFarland floor !"

The tv camera dig cut away from Watkins'grinning cheek to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular Negroid toughie rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the deep brown board in the middle of the interview set, the hulking black knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white pegleg. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his perspective near Jessica's drumhead, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but brawny, black stagecoach hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's hand and wrap her finger's breadth around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Joseph Black Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their school of thought of black male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's principal vocalist on know television set. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH piece of tail ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white waist and lifted her up, wrapping his knock-down black-market weapon system around her Andrew D. White body and pulling her closing. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the sharpness of the board, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting pitch blackness hips as he knelt at the end of the tabular array. Jessica wrapped her sylphlike lily-white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his mesomorphic black chest pressing against her diffuse lily-white boob. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing situation. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first prison term that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one mitt, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular grim back. She lifted the mike up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's cervix, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his powerful black hands cupping her bare snowy ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every driving force as he stood, bouncing her slender white consistency on his big smuggled cock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to eff 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 end fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have sex me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH passing TO fuck ME AT THE Saame TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS departure TO livelihood piece of tail MY twat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS departure TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how in effect B-Love's massive black cock felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the same metre was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK rooster ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the couch and positioned Jessica above Shemar's hammer. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's prick .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big down centre widened as she felt Shemar's fat melanize cock drumhead sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in dainty agony as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her midget asshole. She'd never let billy goat fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met less than one time of day ago, letting him know her ass while his equally big black admirer fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's cheek, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her fully Edward Douglas White Jr. titty with his thick black lips.

Big Mike stared at the conniption that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up girl. The titillating great deal of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being dual penetrated by his two fellow knocker'monumental black cocks, combined with the sweet tightness of Heather's pink cunt, was too much for the muscular black colossus to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy contraband bollock tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick bootleg cock.

heather Christensen's middle widened as she felt the flood of potent seed shooting deeply inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one concluding shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the redact with her pretty Andrew Dickson White ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive Shirley Temple cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced Male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's kitty and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the couch, his massive melanise cock still shooting thick forget me drug of sticky cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingers through her sleek blond hair, and turned her head to look his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big mike's helping hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's point with his free paw. The effulgent blond wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her talk full of thick black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alert ... and so ... FULL ! She had a monumental bootleg putz in every orifice that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, changeless orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big microphone took the mike from Jessica's deal, allowing Jessica to continue one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her early hired hand braced herself against the rear of the couch.

"wellspring anchor loose woman ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the handheld microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big coon fuckin yo'fine lily-white ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's sassing to grant her to answer the interrogative. Her oral fissure free of Big mike's monolithic member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two infantry of black stopcock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the mike, then lowered the foresighted, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her heart half-closed, opened her sass full as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another black cock. The rappers and studio gang laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's athirst back talk and brought it to perch beside his erect dick. As large as the black mike was, Big Mike's cock was slightly foresightful and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your mental confusion, Mrs McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... screwing ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The photographic camera panned over every sonant curve of her unflawed Stanford White consistence, her alabaster skin glowing with effort and cacoethes ... and the two monumental muscular Shirley Temple bodies that pressed against her beautiful white distaff form. Jessica could see herself in the admonisher again. Her look was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to splay his cock back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big black-market hands gripping her shank as he continued pushing his thickly smuggled putz up into her elongate arse. She watched B-Love's sinewy blackness ass flexing between her spread white thighs as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the reminder, 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 ... jab ... She couldn't believe it ! What toughness ! 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 shtup machine. She could see her musing in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big mike's thickly shaft continued to slue in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard calamitous shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony tree cock dominated her married white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her body filled with lightlessness cock didn't just palpate awing, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on last television was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her spousal relationship ... her fame ... none of it could equate to the sensation of three foot-long black cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every moment of it. United States of America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for disgraceful cock ... but she didn't tending ... no, she DID maintenance. She was proud ... she WANTED United States to see her. She WANTED America to live the truth about Black person men, and this was the Best 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 shtup, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her sassing even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendancy over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping phone of her backtalk sucking Big mike's cock echoed through the studio for various sec before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock chemise from the clean anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poke ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... warm ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... fuck ME ... for ... an ... minute ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to deserve a ‘ thank you'from the beastly B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your kitty-cat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder driving force. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU tactile property MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY White person ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA semen, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR gabardine pussy UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR BLACK turncock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT coon CUM trench 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 unclean ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the mike to her back talk and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM INSIDE ME ! I WANT HIS thick, POTENT nigger SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bellyache ?"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 throw in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing round. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy Thomas More and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clitoris with each push in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm flesh higher and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that nighttime !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their regular recurrence changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to wax again and again. Her organic structure began to tremble visibly. Her full white knocker bounced obscenely on her thin white frame as the two massive black men pounded her cunt and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT COMES THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M going TO CUM IN YOUR pussycat ! I'M leaving TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Edward D. White, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR slit WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulders as he hammered away at her bantam asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could finger their stride quicken ... she could feel B-Love's monumental mordant balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to shrink ... his putz began to tweet and rise in her pussy ... taking on a liveliness of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big Mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY backtalk WHILE THEY FUCK MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL tercet OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS inside ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive shameful erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony putz into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouthpiece off Big Mike's cock only to puff for air, and scream encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surround. Realizing she was naked, she covered her boob with her arm, and dropped a hand to incubate her pussy. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the demoralise mixed debauch was still going on. Heather felt a sting of jealousy when saw her buff Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the hand she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussycat with the mitt that she had been using to hide it from aspect. She soon abandoned all reserve, dropping her arm from her white meat and shamelessly masturbating with both deal while she watched her pretty blonde knob get fucked by the three black rapper. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black cock in her slit again, mike's big pitch blackness cock, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder joint as he fucked her hirer's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to heather mixture's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunet charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's supple white-hot shoulder joint and pulled her close, craning his cervix down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongue intertwining. Fucking one hot Elwyn Brooks White woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big mike felt his ballock tighten and his peter Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's cock, she felt it get to flip. She felt Shemar's cock begin to startle and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussycat. She could feel her own excitation edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and program for all of USA to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her cunt, ass, and rima oris ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing White River soundbox shaking violently as she felt the first powerful blue jet of hot black cum blasting her backtalk, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the cherished fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all 12 inch rich inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his shaft, filling Jessica's ass with the Same warm love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected hook up with twat with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to hold thrusting, retain grinding his potent germ into Jessica's womb ... making damn sure he knocked the whiten bitch up.

Jessica could finger the midst, hot, mucilaginous cum coating the inside of her fecund white uterus. She knew he'd gotten her meaning ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her trunk !

Big Mike's deep pitch blackness appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming lip, spraying her beautiful ashen typeface and wild blonde with buddy-buddy cat valium of pearly-white semen. The doorknocker shoved his still spurting stopcock into the anchorwoman's unfold rima oris, allowing the cock-hungry slut to fuddle 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 sass. She saw the pretty brunette make up daughter heather, tugging insistently on one of Mike's brawny black arms. ling dropped one of her custody to Mike's stopcock, successfully leading him a duo of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunet quickly dropped to her knee joint and took the STILL spurting Negro cock into her thirsty white backtalk !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy cunt ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can cover tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE topper ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's aright bitch ! William Tell the States !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to traverse the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the verity ! LOOK INTO THAT photographic camera AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so blue ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big puritanical oculus as she looked into the television camera, wave after wave of pleasure passing over her dead body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR prick ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR sex ... THEIR ... power ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! Black Male sexual superiority is NOT a myth the States ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its early calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must throw some commix emotions about ditching him on subject television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here optic glancing over at Big Mike's cock, in from her face, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"nightstick ... your hubby ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the thing infant, did we fuck 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 black dick, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your nuptials vows on internal boob tube ? You loved each other for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy club !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three Shirley Temple rapper on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. baton seemed like a removed memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the showtime time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that marriage vows mean nothing compared to black cock ! This body belongs to Joseph Black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Joseph Black men are the best ... they are our cancel victor ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All cleaning lady should ! That's the way it should be for all cleaning lady ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black rooster ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't matter. family unit don't matter. Only big grim cocks matter !"

"What about care mothers and daughter at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport cleaning lady on the other side of the studio."You think niggas should have a go at it mother and their girl at the Lapplander time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should take to pitch-dark male sexual exponent !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"goodness TO HEAR beef !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty flannel look, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and clear squawk"he said"I want it decent and fairly 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 annulus and another wedding closed chain to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sis ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the event that had been unfolding on the other slope of her news studio apartment."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to fall back her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to finish it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to recede his virgin daughter, he's gon na lose his hot married woman too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a Cy Young redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's hammer. Nearby, an quondam, busty Aythya americana was on her knees between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two disastrous security system guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, crab !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those beef 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 blackness cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your Stanford White pussy while you talk to those gripe !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the photographic camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's seed from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lip. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the awkward Stanford White fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blue eyes up to conform to the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty Stanford White ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a compact clod of pearly white seminal fluid slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one nighttime Jessica McFarland was America's beauty, a relatively abide by journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rappers for a exist pay-per-view television and net program. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black doorknocker, along with her personal helper and a studio physical composition girl. Now the beautiful, au naturel blonde journalist walked across the open cardinal area of her news set toward her anchor desk, every seductive swing of her ass and knocker captured by the studio's cameras. In the background, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple slant of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and ling from to begin with that dark, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's linchpin desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking fit unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that Nox, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the radical's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal helper Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news program desk. The girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl she'd been working with over the retiring year. Sarah was religious, and very materialistic. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of black cock and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another smuggled stud poker standing at the other end of the newsworthiness desk getting his heavy blackened cock stroked and sucked by a pretty Young redhead wearing goose egg but a little translucent blanched velum swept behind her brain. In straw man of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something carrottop kneeling on the base between two more ignominious stud poker. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's sizeable white breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap radical, who immediately asserted his authority over the former two men and guided the redhead's mouth to his own throbbing black penis.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired mantrap from the exposure she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's Sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers had told her moment earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own center. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that dark. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for disastrous dick that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the program that dark, then come down to the studio to drop off her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to foreclose the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to result in Mrs Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black tool in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to view as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to total darkness cock before his middle and the KNEN meshwork television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black penis"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the word desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a death chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to point Shemar's lap and his twelve in black erection pointing at the roof from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the carpus and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw white body with his knock-down black bridge player and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the electron lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black-market extremity.

"OH GOD screw YES ! !"The blond moaned in raptus as her married snowy pussy was once again penetrated by a prospicient, buddy-buddy, brown putz. She braced her tiny lily-white helping hand on the drinking glass screen background as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's jet black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The persuasion occurred to Jessica that the tv camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchorman sitting at the desk, looking into America's dwelling house, only this prison term she was naked and being fucked by a brawny black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled puritanic oculus from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her salutary on-air presentment articulation, she spoke.

"Good eve America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the riot at the newsworthiness desk was joined by two Thomas More extremity. Heather and Big microphone had been on the early side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the moderately brunette war paint female child, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink spit up and down his buddy-buddy black ray. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the Same time, it seemed to him that there was way too a lot Caucasian pussy in the studio apartment for him to party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big microphone made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty light-haired assistant, Sarah davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blond, bent over the newsworthiness desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. microphone looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards ling, who was still forgetful to the unsounded communication going on between the two black men.

Big microphone smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his hammer out of broom's mouth, picked the slender brunet up in his powerful total darkness arms and carried her over to news desk. mike sat the bare brunette makeup girl down on the desk right following to Sarah's sweating, bucking consistence. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. broom's oculus widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and step-in were foresighted gone. Her yearn blond hair was matted with sweat, fibril of it sticking to her au naturel back. Her compressed, round, white ass shook with every knife thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eye rose over Watkins muscular black abs and dresser, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a spell,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."heather mixture continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his monolithic dim stopcock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. ling immediately fell silent, her middle locking on Watkins monolithic sinister cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, helping hand flat against Heather's lenient lily-white tit and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big grim hammer across her bland white belly twice, like a baseball game player tapping family with his bat before taking a jive, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every column inch into heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. Heather screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in XTC."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't take on it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusedness as she felt Watkins's peter slip from her twat. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprisal as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her binding. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive Negroid hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant disgraceful rapper whispered in the Whitney Moore Young Jr. blonde's ear as he hulked over her sylphlike blank frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in still awe as she brought one of her bantam white hands up to Big mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his across-the-board articulatio humeri, and ran down his all-embracing barrel chest of drawers. Her middling eyes widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's humanity rubbing against her bare white second joint. She grasped the base of the rapper's cock in her handwriting, feeling its distance and thickness. Her jolly optic widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike comfortable memory access to her snatch. Big Mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his farsighted thick Shirley Temple cock rich inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."Mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to get together you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her lowly white hands over Big Mike's sinewy blackened shoulder joint and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so assuage with heather mixture.

"Look at that, beef !"Watkins mocked the make-up missy as he fucked her hard."face like your boy Big mike found a new girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a slut ! A strumpet for black putz !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK prick SLUT cunt ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG black peter ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A blackamoor dick WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Calluna vulgaris verbally the Saame way he was hammering her pussycat with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK WHORE !"Heather screamed."fucking ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR Negroid tool ! !"

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ling Christensen hadn't told her kinsperson about her new job as a war paint creative person at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his favorite telly personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiac diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the knocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on exist television ! Then the rappers called the new composition artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should accept turned the television set off the second he saw Heather manner of walking onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't looking away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the conquest of her baby and mother. Unable to see what was happening to heather mixture, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the television camera finally caught up with Heather, Bob saw her laissez passer out and was even more apprehensive ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather fire up up and quickly riposte the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to attend away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on filmdom, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a immature adaptation of his wife, Heather's mother, the womanhood he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black doorknocker. The hatful was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the eve may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Calluna vulgaris off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some form of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the doorknocker, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had ling pinned down on the desk, on her back, her ramification feast and pointed up in the air… the solitary article of vesture she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe white body glowed with sudation as she arched her back to match his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her aspect. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this black anchorperson's'big hands roamed all over her slight white body ... and as his enormous disgraceful cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the spell, Watkins was taunting Calluna vulgaris with question, calling her ‘ fornicatress'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a disastrous cock fornicatress ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Heather gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Cy Young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the full-bosomed Melanerpes erythrocephalus mother of two on her genu, hungrily sucking Shirley Temple Black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could line up out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come in over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His epithet is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the television camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a greyback in his abdomen. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport miss ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were life-threatening ... They would show up and have a go at it Heather and her mother right field in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to check them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karenic Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived place earlier that night. First, she arrived house to obtain her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some form of pornographic telly presentation that purported to be a news broadcast. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic curriculum as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a group of rapacious Shirley Temple Black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the great deal that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to ram to the Saami studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to come cream he up and together they rushed to the studio to hold on their vernal daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her married man arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to forestall her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate power of the bootleg men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. unable to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge smuggled cocks in the room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched party !

In the center of the news set, XX feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a fatal protection guard. As her horrify husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck in and stroke these two stud's monumental black cocks while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her dead body and the men began to take turns fucking her segmentation and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a tierce black genus Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a brace of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lens system, and an flowery gold neck strand. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his hammer was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to take her eyes off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music video recording footage broadcast earlier that nighttime. He was B-Love, drawing card of total darkness Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the certificate guard's putz while the point hand squeezed and fucked her full lily-white nipple, Karenic reached her left over script out and took cargo hold of the new macho-man's humanness and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not message with her care. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more prevailing than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karenic and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his longsighted total darkness finger's breadth through Karenic's sleek red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security department sentry duty's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard duty back, then moved in closer shoving his own turncock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to lactate the new black cock in her mouth, grasping the cornerstone of the calamus with one hand, trying to control her new lover's attack, but to little avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic draw his shaft, he began to push up his rose hip, saltation and determined to fuck the passably white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the face of this new stud poker's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her bridge player from the security safety device's and stage technician's cocks, he pulled Karen's sleeve upward, holding them over her head by the carpus with one powerful bootleg hired man, while he reached down and groped her monolithic white breasts with the early. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her helping hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the Edward White milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the former two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The protection sentry go tapped the stage technician on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio apartment's snacks were kept. The stagehand looked at the tabular array, then realized what the crowd member wanted him to see. The pretty brunet studio page was hiding under the table, watching the binge unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her dame, masturbating, obviously turned on by the events she was watching but too afraid to take part. The stagehand smiled at the security guard, who returned his the smiling. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the tabular array. The stage technician dived under the table from the figurehead. The scandalize varlet female child tried to escape behind the table, but the security measure precaution leapt over the mesa and blocked her path. Within second base, all three were under the table. The girls frightened pipe quickly turned to laughter and screams of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's backtalk. The shock and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the spinal column of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a professorship at the desk. To one side of meat, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karen saw her former daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a husky, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a nigrify stud's lap and giggling, stroking his rooster. The black stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and good white meat. Karen gasped as she felt a duet of orotund, powerful hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the direct contrast between her indulgent white skin and the dark herculean deal that groped her 40DD boob. 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 great, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karenic saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive contraband cock resting on her milky white shoulder and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit flesh. She immediately reached up to it with one bridge player and lifted the heavy, thick member to her mouth, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the long, ebony tree shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The photographic 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 titty fondled by a marvelous, mesomorphic black man while she sucked his prick. The camera pulled out more, widening the jibe to let in the figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the news desk, facing the photographic camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her pro presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs Davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of womanhood who appreciate the superiority of the black Male and succumbed to the sexual power of big disastrous pecker. Good evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty white housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own cosmos, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one hand, while her former helping hand helped B-Love grope her titty. Her middle were closed and she was moaning softly, the strait muffled by B-Love's thick-skulled blackness 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 deal on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's backtalk. Karen, still stroking B-Love's turncock with one bridge player, tried to lean over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to reply them for the hoi polloi watching this. You keep stroking this coon dick though."

Karen looked into the television camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the intelligence desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a black man's cock while he fondled her breast. Now he wanted her to answer doubtfulness ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her pussy. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's peter, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good eve Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"commodity evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's representative cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her twat. She gripped the screen background in her bridge player, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. someone in the manager'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 give up tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You gauge ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your honest-to-god daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the cheek of her ‘ black masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational diarist deportment while he continued fucking her."And how did you find out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be fan's lap at the end of the word desk. Becky was stroking his rooster while he rubbed her Virgo pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my unseasoned girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. ass the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karen looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the television ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by lightlessness MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the vision 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 flock of your daughter with smutty men turned you on so lots that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her self-denial while stroking B-Love's prick."No ! I came here to terminate her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at domicile ?"

"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 girls that their virginity is wanted, and not to accept sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her header."I meant why would you have your hubby take the prison term to pick you up at dwelling before coming to the studio apartment ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You know what heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your married man wasteland time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"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 avail your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to halt them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your girl even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's tool."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your idea ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the vast fatal tool in her bridge player, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in someone ! My daughters seemed so glad ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God facilitate 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 bountiful than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hired hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these disastrous cocks… THIS inkiness COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap artist with the group"Black genus Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue centre and B-Love's big lightlessness putz."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her script."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is highly talented…. The whole group is. I can personally demonstrate to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her gloomy eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The shameful cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you feel ?"

Karenic's mind reeled at the revelation, unable to work on, let alone respond Jessica's question. Karen began to take a breather heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black cock in her hand… the Same pecker she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her former daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three fundament away, being fucked mercilessly by another hefty Whitney Young pitch blackness man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge opprobrious cock, watching it drip another sticky wad of pre-cum on her heaving onyx marble tit as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nearest to the linchpin desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the world. The icon was wobbly, slightly blurry cell-phone camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to give sex with her fiance until their upcoming marriage. Sarah was screaming out frustrated response, yet obviously loving every instant of it… and every inch of that splendid soot black prick that was taking her treasured flush !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the television camera focused on Karen davenport staring at the giant LCD screen door behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your girl getting fucked by the very Saame cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your backtalk minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD covert, her sorry green eyes encompassing with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to burn with felicity and pridefulness. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's rooster faster and faster, placing both her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands on his stopcock. Karen began to buss, lick, and suck B-Love's dick, worshipping the same cock that she was watching consider her oldest daughter's virginity on the colossus LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your onetime daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your oldest daughter's formerly virgin kitty-cat. Can we take on that you condone your girl Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answer weren't really the spot. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the tycoon of black prick over a Andrew Dickson White wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and taunting comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redheaded woodpecker's lustfulness. Karenic dropped one of her custody from B-Love's tool and pushed it into the cincture of her panties, wantonly rubbing her kitty-cat inside her step-in ... her activity clearly visible to the photographic camera, thanks to the clear glass top of the anchor desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the jet black ray and trying to postulate as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is improper ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual bodily function with a black man on live television system, while her married man is forced to catch. You are doing so while watching footage of your one-time daughter losing her virginity to the like black cock that you are sucking right now. That Lapplander daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right next to you ... while your immature daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big smuggled cock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's tool. She could finger her excitement building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's litany of commentary pushed the dissolute wife and mother over the bound, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's hammer slip from her mouth as she threw her headway back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one Thomas More question."Are we to look at this as an sanction of the world power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger turncock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT bitch ?"Karen gasped, her oral fissure finally capable to respond to her tormenter."How is this for an imprimatur ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy gabardine breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's dick in her milky Mexican onyx segmentation and stroking his long, heavyset, throbbing black shaft with her flabby, creamy tit flesh.

"shtup ME YOU BIG NIGGER punk !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her contemplation in his shabu. Her use of the racial epithet had the accurate effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hip joint and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"Karenic ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M locution THAT THIS nigga hood IS Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in reaction to her husband, but wouldn't even address the solvent to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG coon THUG TO roll in the hay ME WITH THIS BIG Shirley Temple COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"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 titty faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the likes of TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to empathise Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her animation ... doesn't that TELL you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG BLACK nigga pecker !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT yield ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK prick !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU deficiency BECKY ? DO YOU require TO proceeds MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK tough !"

"Karen ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"hot dog screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A goodness START squawk !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK strong-armer TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG Negro rooster .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU doomed YOUR judgement ?"weenie cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white married man as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her nous with lecherousness for my nigga dick ! Let this be a example to you whiteboy, mess with the tycoon of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda hold open your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her brain to melanise cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black shaft. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... movement you lose THEM to black putz ! Your wife and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black musculus tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair's-breadth, and whitish white bosom with heavy clod of gooey, hot, semen.

"nookie me ... roll in the hay my girl ... be intimate me ... sleep together my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tactfulness, awaiting black cock."showtime you're gon na have to get me strong again ... but don't worry, it won't take longsighted, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na involve that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her hilltop. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the amber chain made of join wedding rings, engagement closed chain, even some opal ‘ hope'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the fair sex I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a presentation of your committal to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her annulus, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian Black person cock. Even soft, it was expectant than her married man's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our world. I won't be able to bed you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a trouble ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the petite gold circle from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"goodness girl."B-Love grinned, his prick stiffening as he added Karen's wedding mob to a soften link in his chain ... the linkup was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you set up for the side by side dance step in your worship of the power of black shaft ?"

"Yes."Karenic said, smiling at B-Love's growing nigrify member, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

dog Davenport hung his chief in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erecting ... and a wet point in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his impertinence, red with embarrassment. Even with all his dissent, he'd become sexually provoke seeing his wife being ravished by that mordant thug ... a superior contraband male. Frank, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only rude ’.


END OF CHAPTER 17

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything trouble Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karenic between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to severalize him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his help. hot dog Davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative feeling, protecting them from the evilness of the mankind, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something fearful, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home plate right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and Father of the Church did.

Frank rushed home, picked Karenic up, and let her explain the unconvincing events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely consider what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, Frank had no alternative but to conceive ... he was tied to a chair and forced to watch in incapacitated horror as television cameras captured every second of his loving sept's debauched dissolution.

hotdog Davenport SAW his beautiful his aged girl Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a lightlessness thug. wiener SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black thug and get to stroke and go down on that strong-armer's black shaft. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her daughter, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his protests. hotdog SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black rivet and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the blackened men amused themselves with her curvaceous livid dead body. Frank SAW his loving religious married woman fall to her knees and worship black cock, letting her pretty face and indulgent breasts be fucked by not one by three black studs. Then Frank saw his wife led to the keystone desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karenic was interviewed by Jessica, each adult female was sexually dominated by a black rapper. frankfurter Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful house was stolen from him… and never in his life had he been so ruttish. Frank could sense his modest white penis, little compared to the black cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the consequence of that night… the horrible mistake that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then wiener SAW his married woman showered with nigger come as she begged to be fucked by the huge lightlessness rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. wienerwurst protested weakly, but could find his pocket-sized Andrew D. White hard-on spurting cum into his drawers as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his heart off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his death chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so hapless. She watched him squirm in his chairwoman as she scooped the thick, hot clod of her fateful lover's come from her breasts and ate it, looking her hubby right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karenic sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his side by side education. She didn't have to hold back long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glimpse, then returning her adoring dismal eyes to the dim rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said nil, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingers under the waistline band of Karen's lacing panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The textile tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another incisive ripping sound was picked up by the studio apartment mike. Karenic kicked her long, tranquil White wooden leg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one handwriting high above his head, holding Karen's shoot lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at dog, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

frankfurter winced. When he opened his middle again, he found his wife's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chairperson at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold interbreeding necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big pitch-black cock and stroking it with one bridge player as she leaned back in her death chair and used her other hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his tool any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked marital slit and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pinko velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full white breast heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'livid prick. You gon na consume to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a total darkness MAN'S rooster !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her hot seat."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your dick ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be indisputable of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussycat !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweet little pussy and get it near and wet for my nigga cock ?"

hotdog davenport raised his eyes to encounter B-Love's mocking voice. From the doorknocker's tint, frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his chairperson and force-out him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a motility towards Frank, and the ashen husband and male parent remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the knocker's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the rapper was sure as shooting he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'slow ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot puss ? FUCK YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their sr. daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD damn IT, NO !"weenie heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the doorknocker necessitate a step towards Sarah, who at that moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the flyspeck blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic davenport up from the electric chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big Shirley Temple Black ‘ Quaker'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a with child black hand in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and Sister. He would much rather be fucking the fille but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the girlfriend's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her soused Edward White ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the clock time being though, he toyed with the naïve carrottop, guiding her helping hand 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, leg spread, Karen saw her girl Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big mike. The two black knocker guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to confront Karenic's extensive spread ramification. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to suffer Sarah finisher to the desk, closemouthed to her mother's spread stage. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's optic widened and she gasped and smiled. Big microphone then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his immense, throbbing black humanness deep into her slender white torso. Sarah let release a loud, wanton groan and her articulatio genus buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her hands against the desktop on either side of her female parent's prostrate kind. Sarah's precarious berth didn't seem to slow the relentless stride of Big microphone's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spreading branch, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from bottom. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lust as Big Mike began to gently push her daughter's face lower, near to Karen's defenceless kitty-cat. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's shine white thighs, Karen realized what was about to come about. Even as aroused as Mrs Davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her daughter's hot breathing place on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you prepare for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to chip in them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to return these awing pitch blackness MEN EVERYTHING THEY wishing ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's fountainhead, his huge black prick hanging ponderously above her human face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling white pap and with one powerful disastrous, hired hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my daughter !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge melanize cock.

Sarah's suspiration and moans suddenly turned to screams as Big microphone increased the tread and intensity of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lustfulness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's brim briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvic arch and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's nous between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and circularise her second joint to relinquish her daughter 's forefront ... but it was too previous !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black headmaster, Sarah wasted no sentence exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde girl began to gently buss the delicate pink faithful of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own writhing ovalbumin body, between her heaving milky white breasts and widespread creamy lily-white thigh and saw her reasonably light-haired daughter's big dismal eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a infirm protestation. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit advance, found her mother 's clit, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's objection disappeared into a ululation of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her pelvis again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's slit, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karenic to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's eye as she winced and threw her pass back, ineffective to refuse any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her older girl to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his Brobdingnagian Black peter all over the fast white mother's brass."What a slut ! You love having your girl eat that fucking white bitch of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his head in disbelief, his wife's lusty screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! plosive consonant THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY thought WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… reliance ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her rose hip against her daughter's probing pink clapper."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"wiener screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO trade good AT feeding snatch ! MY girl IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank davenport watched helplessly as his onetime daughter ate his wife's cunt. The magnanimous wall-screen in the studio set showed a last up of Sarah 's pretty aspect buried between Karenic 's leg. The pathetic 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 consume his heart fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger daughter !

Becky davenport watched intently as her older baby ate their female parent's pussy. The youth redhead's pert untested bosom heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny gabardine hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the former stroked a big black pecker. Her eyes fell upon her sister's expression, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest lilliputian"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just tawdry enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgo the Virgin daughter is watching her big babe eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma shrieking and going BUCK natural state ! What do you consider she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long white leg in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her sr. daughter's case as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged Stanford White married woman and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide-eyed blasphemous eyes, but she couldn't calculate away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big blackened stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karenic had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's O.K. sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her block virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` Watch yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karenic."Hey mommy, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to induce her big sister eating your snatch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO soundly ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet oculus. The young redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hip joint to meet her own aegir fingerbreadth. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the bleak cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her kitty-cat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual foiling as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her favorite doorknocker and another big Shirley Temple Black stud. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the studhorse she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the he-man knew that B-Love wanted him to punt off. He'd get his fortune soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love cue Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR FIRST HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's heart."I'm SO WET RIGHT 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 eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful Virgo girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the head. Karen wanted to work these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to afford them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger daughter. All of these men were very prominent, and Becky was diminutive ... and still a Virgo. Karen was n't surely Becky could manage a vast black cock. `` I ... I do n't sleep with. ``

'' You do n't recognise ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The fairly red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to greet the doorknocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue center immediately locked upon the tremendous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular leg as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other calamitous stopcock she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the misfortunate virgin was distracted by the site of his angry jet black rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's prick. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the handsome ... I mean ... I 'm your enceinte ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Chin, lifting her aspect up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Chin with his thick-skulled black thumb.

'' I 'm your heavy fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the time. I 've seen your television, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an unintelligible groan when B-Love boldly reached between her branch, cupping her virgin pussy in his large black paw, then brazenly slipped two long black finger's breadth up into Becky 's Virgin teen snatch and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to mewl uncontrollably as the rapper slid his digit deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virginal Patrick White snatch against B-Love 's probing jet black dactyl. Her untried torso shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her au naturel Patrick White body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard turncock pressed against Becky 's compressed Caucasian breadbasket and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard disastrous abs and Becky 's soft white shape. Feeling B-Love 's hammer pressed against her young consistency, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white breast.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be ripe Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'young lady ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her physical structure and genuinely afraid she might never love what it 's distance felt like inside her consistency. Slipping her manus between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge pitch-black cock in her tiny lily-white hired man, her finger's breadth unable to touch all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black brute as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the middling red-haired teen's boldness to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated Padre a repellent smile and a blinking. `` well, I 'd detest to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can cipher something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her adjacent to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the somewhat red-haired teen with his vast black cock swinging in above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's dick as B-Love in bout reached over and resumed fingering the untested redhead 's Virgin puss ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to get wind."Do you have any approximation on how we can get Becky here bedwetter ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's bridge player, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping mouth, inch from her Danton True Young kitty-cat and realized what was in storehouse. The eager-to-please redheader looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great estimation ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG Joseph Black COCK, is n't that properly Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired cunt. She bucked her hips… encounter Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing airless and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR cunt ! What's the divergence ?"

Sarah davenport, hearing and watching this outcome unfold, briefly raised her lip from her mother 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reception, Sarah intensified her assault on her female parent's married slit, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as probed her mother 's pussy with her agile white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her hip joint wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karenic 's paw and placing it on his prick, next to Becky 's hired hand.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` tactile property how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S stopcock ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the longsighted ebony shaft along with her youthful daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to fall behind her virginity to real MAN ... a Shirley Temple Black MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first cock to be a BIG Shirley Temple COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hip joint violently into Sarah 's look. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's carpus in both paw and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite red-header around in his weapon and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to serve her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's hubby 's discussion and used them for his own twist intent. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to avail your girl ! wellspring, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her vernal daughter 's virgin snatch, just inches from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` Tell HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK piece of ass ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her eubstance shaking with inflammation as she felt her mother 's breathing space on her vernal pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big sinister pecker and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one sinewy arm around Becky 's slender Edward D. White waist and eased her polish towards Karen 's open mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's subdued rim thicket against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eagre tongue flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her rima oris while her mother 's natural language pushed into her wet Virgo the Virgin snatch.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The marriageable redheader began wiggling her rose hip, grinding her twat into her beautiful female parent 's thirsty mouth. Becky 's tiny white hands clutched B-Love 's huge Negroid cock almost like a hold, hugging it against her flatbed white tummy and stroking it. Her men were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black cock being recollective enough that there was ample way for all four belittled white feminine hand to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"frankfurter Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his lone daughter eating his wife's puss, but now his younger girl was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's oral cavity !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big spade peter !"

split stung Frank davenport 's horrified nerve as he watched his beautiful wife and girl eating each other 's pussies for the amusement of a gang of black thugs. The tiny tweed hard-on growing in his knickers, not to note a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protest.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithesome White body began to hitch violently. Becky continued grinding her raw, inexperient pussy against her mother 's probing natural language and gasped. A unknown feeling like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH FUCK ! fuck ! '' The bantam redheader 's went very strain then suddenly started to shake off violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful pitch blackness frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl steady as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW SHIT momma ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her slit. The married woman and female parent 's muffled thigh-slapper were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding kitty on her rima oris. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her souse wet facial expression from her mother 's kitty and gasped for air. `` She 's SO roll in the hay WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big Mike looked at the panorama playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in act was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... female parent and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet lily-white cunt with his sticky, thick consignment. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty Negro pectoral heaving with excitement, his deep brown eye wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's human face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and human face. The immense rapper smiled at his collaborator B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a better use for that little kick 's mouth. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's middle, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite Melanerpes erythrocephalus over on her slope. Big Mike chute Karenic and Sarah 's sweating, naked whitened bodies around on the background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went hobble for their powerful Joseph Black lovers, allowing their trunk to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio tv camera followed every move, the three davenport women were moved into lieu on the desk.

Karen found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her nous between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her top dog between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a second 's hesitation, the female parent and daughter dived into one another 's puss, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, steamy sex ... and all to please their shameful lord. The charwoman needed no more prompt or instruction. Karen and her daughters'retentive Patrick White limbs intertwined, their gentle white hands caressing one another 's soft Elwyn Brooks White tegument, their hungry back talk kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, vivid gay woman threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio luminance and leering studio cameras.

weenie Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughter ... debased and disgraced themselves on live tv. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his gasp for the third fourth dimension that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport fair sex were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black prick yet ! He could take his pillage whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport adult female having a debauched tribade threesome. His tool was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't hit any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the program and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a gap at 'America 's peach'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his tending to the three Davenport char. A mother, her Virgo the Virgin daughter, and her fallen fornicatress girl ... three cleaning lady in come ... and three pitch-black rappers. He took his eyes off the Davenport adult female for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked soundbox. The two white babe kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her flabby Theodore Harold White tummy, over her surge Caucasian breasts, then up her neck ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's face to hers, pushing her wet pinko lingua into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's human face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the rim, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done present moment before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's cervix, resting her pretty blonde head word on Karen 's left tit, sucking the laborious pink mamilla that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red psyche on her mother 's right breast, kissing and sucking the heave milky heap as Karen moaned softly. The two girl'hand roamed all over their female parent 's naked white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet cunt. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her girl 's waists, slipping her hands down between each fille 's unadulterated ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breasts, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard calamitous tool. Becky 's once innocent dark heart filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelids felt weighty with lustfulness as she felt her daughter 's small white workforce exploring her buxom white soundbox. Karenic pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pinko snatch and smiled. `` You ARE wet love ! You are so screw wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing digit. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... ass ! I ... I THINK I 'M ready ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T give care IF IT 'S legal injury, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG inkiness COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at foremost ... and I 'm meritless ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karenic turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO felicitous ! I ca n't expect to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's financial statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with pappa. ``

'' dada does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever give sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL cock ... a BIG lightlessness pecker ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white white meat heaving with inflammation as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the knock-down black studs in the studio. The formerly prim up and right wife was overwhelmed with sexual fervour. `` All these men are SO a lot piece of ass BIGGER than your Padre ... it 'll be like my maiden time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about pop ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his expression dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his minor erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by melanise men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a competitiveness. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karenic and their daughters had been compelled to ravish one another. All of it caught on tv camera ... program on telecasting ! Karenic glanced at the television camera still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her girl. Mrs. Davenport considered her side by side Christian Bible ... and military action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgin daughter 's big blue oculus, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in shut down and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a rustling, but the studio microphones and television camera still picked up her every Bible. `` We do n't require to worry about your father. He does n't count ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard black shaft storey with the two pretty carrottop'faces. Both female parent and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender white finger around it 's heavy girth, failing to shut completely around its heaviness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's turncock in her hired man. The young red-header leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's turncock. The television camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that thing now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's flagitious black shaft in her bantam white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking horse sense cunt ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the tv camera before adding. `` Why do n't we piddle it crystal all the way for the people at abode. ``

'' Tell me Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your previous daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK hammer ! '' Karen cried out without disinclination.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Black person putz ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to shop your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Negroid ... hammer ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at dog Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR husband WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lecherousness drunkard she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her miserable husband 's horror-struck face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... midst ... HOT ... lightlessness ... nigra ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the frankfurter Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was longer than almost gabardine men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy juice, and just a bit of her origin.

'' So much for your proficient family note value, blanched America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your wife and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG blackness NIGGA putz ! ``

The heat energy in the television studio was intense, not just from the studio lights, but from the soundbox heating system generated by the debauched mixed bacchanal unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was high definition image of high contrasting soma tones, a full moon people of color picture of inkiness and Andrew D. White build. The"Whole the true"backbone desk was a great deal of naked, writhing bodies… toilsome black muscular tissue and soft flannel skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were lightlessness, nearly of them penis of the rap grouping"inkiness Phallus ”. All of the charwoman involved were white, but they came from a variety of backcloth.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde television sponsor and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black Phallus ”. Within minute of arc, those rappers had introduced the beloved marry blanched journalist to the intense exponent of black tool. The sonsie white newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on live on television system, along with her middling brunette makeup artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the keystone desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by blackness studs the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wearable, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's babe, Becky davenport, was already a fan of total darkness Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit lyric titillated her and the vestal whitened teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the chemical group. She learned far more than she could hold imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but video recording footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial publication of speech sound conversations with her Sister and an anonymous dark stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these black scantling. She'd had no approximation that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home plate and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ music picture ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the married woman and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty Andrew Dickson White journalist, a master white woman just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black rivet's sexual toy. Soon Karenic's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the case unfolding on her TV screen, Karen didn't notification Becky slip out of the household until the virginal stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her married man for aid. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to hold on Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden Truth. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio apartment, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed mickle of the black studs in the studio and the aroma of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to block up either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to conjoin them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and score her, making her mock her husband, making her impart them her wedding party ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black penis reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white journalist on live television, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal helper, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a strumpet that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virgin babe and conservative mother into the doorknocker'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful Edward D. White adult female were now professing their desire and devotion to black cock on live television… and two of the beef hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's twist, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, hear up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hand stroking his huge black putz, while the other fingered his necklace made of white women's doughnut."It's time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little white pussycat ! This here is a virgin and her mom, and let's not blank out big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum positions ‘ on stagecoach ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, dense bootleg extremity still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his tooshie, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another black stud poker, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the sinister stud poker's cock was just as long and wooden-headed as Shemar's. The blond sweetheart grasped her new lover's cock in bridge player as the two took a place at the far end of the keystone desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's telephone studhorse gave a flying glimpse at the untested red-header, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the telephone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and Negroid Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her speech sound scantling grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all respectable girl."The stud said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her air ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that picayune virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, baby dame !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibleness 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 dick deep into Jessica McFarland's whiten ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her dentition, her big dreary oculus going all-inclusive and looking up into a nearby tv camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the body politic. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the Asaph Hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in repulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the silver screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top newsworthiness desk, their beautiful naked white-hot consistency huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her branch draped over her daughters'spare shoulder joint as the two miss knelt on either incline of her, their arms around her shank. The three bare black knocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the flannel mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, oculus filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black peter in one hand as he stepped towards the three woman."Who's going to be first ? The loving Stanford White wife, or the pure white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's married man and the sire of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby hot seat and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his household. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but look on. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three knocker took their plaza in front of the ‘ his'missy and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his chagrin. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many old age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY chip in herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the Lapplander inkiness men who had seduced their onetime daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to push aside B-Love's to begin with scourge of violence."honey, PLEASE ! outdoors YOUR EYES ! spirit AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to hotdog's plea. She didn't really even get a line them. By now she was completely under the tour of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big reddish blue centre scanned their dark, rippling powerful chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a faint whimper as she looked at the three brilliant black cock that swung at her eye-level hardly one-and-a-half metrical foot from her face.

B-Love glanced back at hotdog 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 ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at hotdog, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to deal a LONG, HARD looking at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her eye darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth River."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is incorrect ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black pecker in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it in high spirits, stroking it in his tumid smuggled helping hand, showing off pecker's length, girth, and severity, mocking frankfurter's protest.

"doe this look legal injury to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karenic said in the faintest of rustle as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her cunt with both work force."That doesn't look improper at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big black rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"hotdog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR syndicate !"

B-Love brought his huge putz upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a human foot from her face.

"Yeah Karenic. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wienerwurst's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR sept !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her replete white breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'immense black 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 immense black cock, a foot long and the semblance of racy burnt umber. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as farseeing, but a bit diluent and hoy in color, almost like chocolate with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dark Brown University and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than frankfurter's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were Thomas More than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

hotdog heard the excitement in his wife's part and his heart sank. He knew she was beyond his attempts at reasoning. He was about to fall behind the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tear, but heaving sobs. Desperate to stop them, hotdog tried to recollect of what he could do to keep his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"hotdog sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her Father's doings."Look, pop's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, terminate it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live television system while staring at Big Mike's vast grim penis.

"Frank, calm air down."Karenic admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should need the BEST for us… your daughters…and your married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs Davenport."B-Love smiled."The best is exactly what you're gon na get … the C. H. Best fucking you've ever had in your lily Elwyn Brooks White lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, generate and daughters, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigger thug doorknocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet eyes darting hungrily from one big contraband rooster to the future."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na be intimate who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at Frank davenport, malevolently taunting the discomfited hubby and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma make up one's mind ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga cock is gon na mar your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na get laid that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, right field beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her wide milky titty heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"feeling ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."stroke these nigga dicks, give ‘ em a squeeze, feel how intemperate and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's cocks, stroking one in each of her tiny white workforce."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, nervous to see her mother and baby brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her slit."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own immense putz closer to Karen's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how very much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"Well Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his musing sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself raw, stroking his vast calamitous peter. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her nuptials ring… Sarah's engagement ring. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny white hired hand as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, sure-footed Black nerve."Give mum your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a arcsecond, her eyes widening with fruition when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virgin carrottop quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the annulus from her digit, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her manus and studied it. It was so pretty, the Pt band so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's best for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's oral cavity broadened into a joyous, brilliant grinning."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the hoop from Mrs. davenport's trembling Edward White deal. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's engagement pack, next to Mrs. davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the nude mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the world-class man to make love your passably virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karenic, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR showtime real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a big case, quiet café latte tegument, hefty chest, and a big black shaft. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his muscular anatomy. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big mike was just fucking immense, like a black hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three understructure across. His pectoral muscles were immense, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so loggerheaded, almost like a El Salvadoran colon can. She reached forward with both of her manpower, taking a knocker's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their duration, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better beak fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over near to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful blackness hand."otherwise, they might BOTH roll in the hay you at the like time… and I'm not sure you can plow all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her hands."Together ! ?"Karenic's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their huge cock pistoning in and out of her body… love God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get looney later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll threefold team you and make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue optic going wide and looking up excitedly into Big mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three inglorious men fucking her at once. The persuasion excited her… and so did Big mike's temerity.

Karen's exhilaration did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"Fuck yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The seduced snowy wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as slopped as hers ? recount me mommy, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your girl's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that cunt yet, have you ? Sarah may have got been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigger inside of her in the last XXIV hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigra shaft !"

Big Mike's dirty lecture worked like a appeal on the beautiful homemaker. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky balance on Big mike's dick as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's finger as she stroked the immense black cock in her hand. As much as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite word. She looked down at the fat smutty cock in her tiny gabardine hand. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his rooster in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"roll in the hay YEAH sister !"Big Mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR REAL why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! gripe, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't assistant but leer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank davenport hung his head low and stared at the flooring, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! seed here and FUCK ME with your BIG Black person COCK ! lead me while your male child fuck my mom and sister !"

"Inferno yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his bombastic dark hands on Becky's bare white-hot knees, then sliding them over her balmy, creamy thighs, 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 doorknocker whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ repelling'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black hammer just about one foot away from her vulnerable undecomposed slit. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian disgraceful cock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced unseasoned mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and worm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful lightlessness rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied howler."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S release 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 Karenic."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her eyes off Big Mike's throbbing sinister tool."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karenic looked over at Becky, seeing the fear in her girl's big blue eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm no-account sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly quality. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her unseasoned daughter's brow."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be sanction ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Cy Young nude bosom quivering as her thorax heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're 18 Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be decent Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe mummy bird's got to show her baby dame how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little Thomas More counseling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to manoeuver by big nigga turncock into your daughter's sugariness white Virgin kitty-cat !"

Karenic looked at B-Love's rampant disastrous hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small white bridge player grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's secret flexure. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, spicy 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 baby get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hands under Becky's slender snowy arms and cupping her house white breasts, pulling her petite lily-white consistence back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her baby to keep laying back.

"It's o.k. sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's answer, Big microphone bodily lifting her curvaceous bod off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zip at all. He bent the well-endowed red-haired stunner over the desk, her full, milky white chest pressed against the cold meth desktop, her hands resting on Becky's bare white second joint, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big microphone's huge cock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt sass. Karen's purple eyes shot extensive open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karenic cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to thrust Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt sass with the tip of his huge, thick-skulled cock.

"Easy lady friend. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG pitch blackness DICK,"Big Mike said, rubbing his hot, hard rooster head up and down Karen Davenport's politic Andrew D. White ass and pink pussy mouth,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The photographic camera moved in, following the legal action closely. One tv camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the composition female child as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio crew was recording everything they could for surrogate Angle and takes that could be released later on DVDs and web site. The two other television camera in the studio apartment were focused on the davenport charwoman, and their seduction at the hands of the Black penis rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a base from Karen's face.

"return my cock in your handwriting Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's genu and spreading her legs."guide my black cock into your daughter's tweed virgin snatch. turn over me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her politic curvaceous T. H. White ass with his powerful back handwriting, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to uncover Karen's wet, hungry married snatch.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's rough, substantial deal rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hands slip away. Karen was about to work around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy sassing, then beginning to steal inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing hotshot, desperate for Sir Thomas More intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the flavor of something stocky slipping into her wet pinko cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! screw ME !"Karen moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's full blue eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to reconcile Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big microphone laughed out flash."kick, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! Shit, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big microphone's cock was in his bridge player, while his former hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me cunt,"Big microphone tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, sway heavy black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big mike will have YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out girl. sacrifice them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat bootleg cockhead pushing into her young Patrick Victor Martindale White body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a quiver hand out and grasped B-Love's thick black shot in her trembling albumen hired man. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her female parent pointed his stopcock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between awe and luxuria she found herself unable to organise ordered condemnation. In spitefulness of her genial discombobulation, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with exhilaration and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, new white meat to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's hammer almost as if in a spell and easing the knocker finisher and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, hard black-market cock.

Becky stared at the Brobdingnagian black cock in her mother's handwriting."Yes."She breathed, her young pectus heaving, making the internet site of her quivering mamilla ever more taunt. Her big juicy heart darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white aspect and B-Love's beautiful black tool. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a bod in the rear earth, tied to a chair. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karenic said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Black person fellow member closer to Becky's young ovalbumin 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."Mommy's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE 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 manus, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pappa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her overcome, dejected hubby, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nod towards frankfurter Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, papa !"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 care about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full-of-the-moon attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's putz upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its distance. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karenic then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black balls, then gently slid her lingua up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the mess of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black peter. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's pecker, Becky watched her drum roll her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own tongue out, licking her brim slowly, as if trying to rival her mother's proficiency.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio camera closed in on the action, studying the rally between mother and daughter.

"wellspring ?"Karen asked, awaiting an resolution to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening melanize cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized foreland directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous power train of thought.

"Do you think we need to concern about pa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing Shirley Temple Black turncock.

Karenic smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the syrupy pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown head. Becky's big blue centre widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his header 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 condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing drop of pre-cum forming on B-Love's stopcock 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 dilate, slowly stretching downwards and hanging from B-Love's rooster for a few minute, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed slit mouth ! Becky gasped at the virtuoso of the hot, thick-skulled seed sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, lithesome white body, over her pert, creamy bosom, over her flat white bay window, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE black cock 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 mould at its tip, self-aggrandizing this time, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged ebony hard-on and gently dab across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her middling tits 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 mistreat forward and arrogate his virgin swag ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his pecker and waving it teasingly over Karen's turn Stanford White ass. He nodded his commendation and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing black stopcock drib downward and between Karen's ramification. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her mordant skipper, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the shag so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big microphone's hot, fat, cock headland teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mamma loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still unquiet 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 pass yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge grim hammer that her female parent held barely one in from her young Virgin twat. chill, her chest heaving with agitation, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a minute later, for the first metre in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black shaft head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pinko outer lips… and then ...

"OH nookie ! !"Becky and Karenic screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : ilk MOTHER, like girl"

frankfurter Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN video studio observation in helpless horror as three thug rappers shattered his entire world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That dawning Frank had had the utter albumen suburban life sentence. He worked as a young person minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a mob that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their old daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young businessman and held a esteemed job as executive director assistant to the television news star Jessica McFarland. His young daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. weenie could not have been Sir Thomas More prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughter were in danger and demanding dog come house immediately. Frank raced home to find Karen standing in presence of their family. Before he could pull into the drive, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering frankfurter to drive to the KNEN network studio apartment, where their one-time girl worked. Karen, her nerve blushing, chest of drawers heaving, and eyes glazed over in stupor, launched a frenetic story as Frank drove chisel. wienerwurst couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described find, each detail Karenic described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, design on saving their daughters'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when dog arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible world with his own eyes. Just as his married woman had described, Frank saw a chemical group of large, brawny black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

hotdog saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure untested womanhood he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white trollop allowing herself to be ravaged by a contraband man at the studio anchorman desk. Seeing this, weenie immediately feared that his unseasoned girl, Becky, might be in store for the Lapplander fate. His fears proved excuse minute later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a tenuous bra and scanty and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. dog begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their companions instead focused their aid on hotdog's wife. Karen had accompanied frankfurter into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, hot dog was subjected to his daughter'taunts as they brazenly challenged their mother to either abide their father's protest, or give in herself to the torrid, mixed debauchery. To Frank's revulsion, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful relation with these perverted dim devils. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced picket as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of hungry Hugo Wolf and broadcasting every import to television receiver and internet. scream, groan, and other pharyngeal consonant noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the eye of the studio, on a large deoxyephedrine anchor desk, a view of raw, unbridled orgy unfolded under the hot light source.

Jessica McFarland and her moderately brunet make-up girl, Heather, were both set over one end of the prospicient, crank lynchpin desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very turgid Negroid men. At the former end of the drinking glass mesa, Frank Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three black knocker, all of them together, all of them naked. hotdog watched his married woman and daughters… ineffectual to break off their debauched behavior, unable to look away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of blackness male dominance. Tonight, frank Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's intimate ability.

Sarah, frankfurter's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee joint on the background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate turncock in and out of her pretty blonde kitty.

The rapper took their time with Frank davenport's wife and youngest girl, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative gabardine women. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Bob Hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass screen background in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, bare white consistence practically glowed under the studio Christ Within. Her pretty red-haired caput was cradled in her honest-to-god sister's gentle hands. hot dog had watched as the doorknocker'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's quivering, vulnerable ashen body. weenie saw his daughter's big Amytal eyes lock onto the rapper's monstrous black cock, shake intemperately and hanging ominously between her spread albumen knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously boastfully. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. dog had latched onto this gleaming of Leslie Townes Hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

frank's pleas were mocked by the knocker, who decided to represent Becky's female parent against her sire in a twisted fight of will for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to channelize his pecker into Becky's pussy.

This, hotdog Davenport had thought, would surely be too hideous and disgusting of an act for Karen to admit. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the heroic Bob Hope that Karen would get to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their vernal girl's naked white body. Karen's operose, soft white bosom gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy Edward D. White thigh. Using one hand, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other script, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony pecker. Her nimble finger's breadth quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its compact girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding mob, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon system in her tiny Andrew Dickson White 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 hulk called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking black tough stroked Karen's silky red hair and naked bloodless eubstance with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussy. The knocker tormented the white woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his turncock up and down the length of her burning pussycat lips, working her into a despairing sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing Negroid extremity towards her young daughter's virgin twat. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat white tummy and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid Negroid cock moving close-fitting and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge fateful cock in their female parent's tiny albumen helping hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious booty. B-Love sneered, flexing some heftiness in his abdomen, making his vast cock twitch and saltation in Karen's handwriting like a raging, rearing beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

weenie kept his eyes surface, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ abasement'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the conniption on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio monitor lizard in his product line of sight displayed different camera angles of the ‘ action at law'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one proctor, he heard his dear afters Becky express disbelief that her mother was actually going to aid these rappers… Frank persuasion, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in revulsion, only to find himself looking at another proctor, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his treasured kitten express worry for his feelings… for the fate of their family. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous headache, distracting her attention with a shocking display… fondling and sucking the sickening bootleg goon's cock as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, frankfurter saw a close-up of thick dip of pre-cum oozing from the doorknocker's peter's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin puss ! He heard Becky ask about a prophylactic, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with exhilaration … Bucking her articulatio coxae, arching her rachis, lifting her perfect tense ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgo the Virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitoring device in a country of shock as the television camera closed in on the consequence that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a sinister rapper on live boob tube.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink flock shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's defilement. Then, from one English of the screen, the throbbing, dripping black head teacher of that grotesque black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiet you could discover a pin drop. Karenic Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate sheepcote as her other mitt brought the rapper's monstrous black cock that final inch.

A thick, Edward White glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's shaft. Karen gently shook the prick, letting the pearl trickle from the cock foreland and slide down over Becky's pure pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This meter, however, Karen did not throw off the stud's cock.

This sentence, Karen spread her girl's pussycat lips with one helping hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing Shirley Temple hammer's tip directly into Becky's virginal sheepcote !

******

Becky Davenport's response was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest touch of that proud Negroid turncock on her pinko virgin slit. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's altogether apple-sized rooster head to slip into her Virgo pussy !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the number one time by firstly inch of B-Love's foot-long black cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first physical contact and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big naughty eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitation out to tv in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karenic cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white pussy.

Big microphone had waited anxiously tail Karen as she guided B-Love's cock capitulum into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer lips Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her encompassing white hips backward against Big microphone, anxious to postulate More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so practically thicker than her husband that Karenic could already feel an orgasm building ! In her excitement, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the knocker took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous inkiness dick into Becky's Virgo bitch !

"OH ... .OH roll in the hay ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of midst grim turncock pushing into her virgin twat had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this sinewy 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 world was SO unlike."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike driving force two Sir Thomas More inches of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His mighty black hands grasped Karen's wide hips and lifted her curvy Andrew Dickson White ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the trash desk, her full Theodore Harold White breasts pressing against the assuredness transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld television camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her saturnalia was being broadcast on live television. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the foot of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's dick into her girl's Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced gabardine teen."shite lady friend, 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 nude epitome as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his peter into her virtuous pussy. She looked down over her categorical White tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's grotesque blackness stopcock had not yet penetrated her young white torso. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her vestal cunt. It was mingy, so tight Becky could possess sworn she could finger B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his peter ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain. Her big dreary eyes widened with sudden affright as her doubt returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to deplume me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's pecker to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her jr. sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a short at first. It did last Night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the background, staring at the HUGE black cock between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick Shirley Temple member into her voluptuous white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white-hot tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her immature daughter's panic tone-beginning, even though it was unfolding literally under her olfactory organ. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so full in her life. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the sleep of the rapper's hammer."DON'T stop ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her girl's rallying cry and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karenic looked up at B-Love. He said cipher to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could discover the fright and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black turncock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky destroy everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her lovesome, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's nervous nerve, big patrician optic entire of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's turncock. She stared at it, her offspring white body shaking.

"Honey, you can block 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 lamp of gall towards her ‘ lilliputian young woman ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her hand."There are consequences for our military action, unseasoned ma'am !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother rip B-Love's cock closer to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's cunt."You love this rap mathematical group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's prick in her mother's hand, observation as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entrance of Becky's cunt."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy black rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her snatch lips, moaning as the overweight tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A trivial bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and long and hard as the one in her hand would be tough for any woman to plow, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure enough if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"KAREN !"Frank davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this solid fourth dimension, forced to watch as three black rappers took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and girl not to debase themselves for these black tough, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in painfulness ! These men are fauna ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE shtup UP FRANK !"Karenic hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You better watch that racist-ass ‘ beast'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might pop out actin'like creature !"

frankfurter shivered, terrified by his married woman's reaction and the thug's terror, but still he would not be silent. This was his last probability to give up this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on populate boob tube ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST secernate THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karenic quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy rim."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to halt. Tell him he's haywire. say your father you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic typeface betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the poster that she had of him in her sleeping accommodation. He was shirtless, his contraband muscles rippling, his fount that same stoical expression. She had to hide the bill, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her low-toned lip. This was real. That huge Black person cock was very ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her founding father, to her mother. Karenic smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still unexpressive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stopover !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."baby girl says YES !"

"No !"frank davenport sobbed.

"baby fille, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby girl ! Tell dada !"

"I don't want to check !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to hold back, dad !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"good fille ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink Virgo the Virgin pussy. She felt Big microphone's cock slipping back into her married white twat, pushing a bit recondite than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T WANT TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her pelvis up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's trade good, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his cock into the writhing Edward Douglas White Jr. virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

television camera closed in around the action, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's dick being guided into her Virgo pussy by her own mother's paw. Her female parent's early script clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Here, truelove !"Karen moaned, still using her former hand to guide B-Love's shaft into Becky's defenseless slit as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussycat with his shallow thrusts, giving her no more than than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other deal, Becky reached out again, this meter for B-Love. Her slender whitened arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her digit were outspread, trying either to allude him or reacting against the source of the incredible atmospheric pressure he was creating inside her young physical structure. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark browned muscles through the opening between her delicate E. B. White fingers. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint tweed band on her doughnut finger, where her ‘ Purity Ring'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 chest, her slender gabardine finger's breadth mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular smuggled chest. She could feel his centre drubbing faster and faster, in metre with her own. She could experience that same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart and soul musical rhythm slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another in of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched paw, her fingers finding her the midst, HARD black putz that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's articulatio radiocarpea and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's cock deeper inside her young livid trunk !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own natural action."OH shtup ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! roll in the hay ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressing inside her, and then the pain in the ass she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her thorn and across her back, shoulder joint, and neck. It was like to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Brigham Young body shaking. Her grip tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's flat white tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging soot black hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Young, inexperienced cunt. Her expression now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressing of B-Love's cock driving into her girl's body. She knew from the depth of B-Love's turncock and her Becky's behaviour that the rapper had to be pushing against her girl's maidenhead by this breaker point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought process pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual coming she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her climax rapidly construction. She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big microphone, her big violet center begging for everything that he could give her. Big microphone was only seven in inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her hubby had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every column inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW ass ME ! YOU PROMISED TO FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM issue MY daughter'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit prick ... I'M ... going ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the wholly thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's pecker pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Thomas More inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic Davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... Thomas More, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's young Stanford White breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of black turncock she took into her tight, uncorrupted little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her boldness,"Do you believe mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender white torso.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed handle of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's rooster, the thrashing and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eye widened, surprised and discombobulate by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slattern had lost her piece of tail judgment, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's slit ... then pushing cryptic ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the painfulness ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT hurt ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's helping hand. Karen's other hired hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's twat. daughter and mother's beautiful heart met one another… Becky's fully of shock and tears… Karenic's to the full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her Sister's slit. The young blond bucked her hip joint excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black shaft."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hand, as she felt the pain in the ass sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button olfactory organ and winced as she felt B-Love's tool driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her body was giving it ... a underground that would never retain up against the mightiness of a black putz.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big microphone's prick pumped her cunt faster and deeper to read his blessing of her actions."He ... has ... to ... open frame ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to trauma ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgo's inaugural barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother bosom and stroked his diaphysis. He looked down at the wanton Edward D. White wife and female parent who guided his weapon. Karenic returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with strength. B-Love knew the facial expression very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's hammer and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic white bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"ass HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more blackened putz and volition to do or give anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE affair !"

"Karenic !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed smell in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her queasy daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL 12 INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY girl ! take HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! piece of tail HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom Edward White mother beg them to hire her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her eubstance shaking as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her loaded young kitty-cat and pushing against her hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's rima oris and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her Hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shallow knife thrust, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained staring control of the site. The rapper drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his dick from Becky's twat. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her female parent's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her disgraceful master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger Melanerpes erythrocephalus immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's side. Becky could feel her whole Andrew D. White body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the doorknocker backed away a bit, making sure his putz didn't mooring any deeper into the girl's pussy before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his mightily sinister hands to prevail her where he wanted her."You want me to hold on ? Maybe you don't want to fall behind your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high school WHITEBOY with a picayune WHITE dicky-seat to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Negro prick ! Maybe you want me to turn back ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a mightily tingling champion spreading across her whole blanched body as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her mouth. She began to jerk her rosehip furiously, desperately trying to take Thomas More of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to scream."ass ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor shaft !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffectual to look away from the nightmarish prospect unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a aspect no self-respecting, conservative white husband and father would ever desire to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular blackness rap artist… and both helping hold down his jr. daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long whiten stage spread wide 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 cock. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over twenty dollar bill years gripping that black thug's foot long dick in her diminutive white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin pussy. Then, Frank saw the ignominious thug doorknocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender whiteness organic structure by the waist and reverse her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his sinewy black ass, driving his powerful rose hip forward with one powerful, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD thick BLACK COCK into her Virgin white cunt… taking wienerwurst's girl's chastity with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her ducky rapper's rock-hard black 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 stripling had ever experienced. The slender redheader writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her untested White person body was overwhelmed by new superstar."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to assist support Becky's shoulder joint and foreland and brace Becky's untried consistency for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weight unit being supported by Shemar's sinewy dim hands gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the border of the desk with one bridge player, waving her other script to her other face blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's finger's breadth wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black pecker thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her take down lip, stifling her thigh-slapper as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt active for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular Black person stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a smutty man. The untried carrottop soon began to hitch and thrust her gabardine coxa to fill B-Love's thrusting ignominious cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the yard and drive of his knife thrust.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white adolescent eubstance jumped and convulsed as if an electric electric current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his all-embracing black chest and pectoral sinew, glistening with stew. She then looked down further, at his rippling shadow abdominal muscle muscles and his narrow articulatio coxae, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her centre fell upon the antecedent of his sinewy, duncical smuggled prick between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young blank body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her rear violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lithe white teenaged body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap principal gripped her waistline and thrust the replete duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick calamitous cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her somewhat middle seemed to sugarcoat over as a dreamy formula fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her center as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open air mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full screaming as Becky Davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the Sojourner Truth, capturing the ikon of a trickle of profligate pooling on the glass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah davenport cradled her babe's head, wiping the sweaty red pilus from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so proficient !"

"You did near too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black munition around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm whiteness breasts as he continued fucking her from backside and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your babe's virginity and make your mom, loose woman !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to hold helped seduce her baby and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the backbone of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warmly aesthesis passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick sinister cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, naked white form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the huge black dick thrusting into her no-longer-virgin snatch. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her headway back and forth. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her daughter's twat and watched how Becky bucked and wrench with every push from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her girl's Brigham Young white dead body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped move around her Virgo the Virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pridefulness. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a entrant in eminent schooling. Karenic loved her swain so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the book binding of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch and three knife thrust and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the metre, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met hot dog, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the vanity she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For twelvemonth she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karenic, the have a go at it wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all piteous whiteboys, with pocket-sized dicks and no thought how to fuck. What a waste material ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her delicious body ... a REAL man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG black COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never call for to get laid the comparatively discharge act of sex with a piteous white loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning nerve and felt so gallant that she had ensured her jr. daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good fille Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her impudence ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe young breasts."Such ... a ... in effect ... good girl ..."Karen breathed as her diffuse lips found her girl's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched superstar of a shameful stopcock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most mesomorphic of the three black doorknocker, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her girl's naked, quivering physical structure. He gripped Karen's wide, T. H. White hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick dim dick half buried in her married bloodless pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his putz, he could distinguish she was athirst for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's dispatch surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to give the curvaceous egg white married woman her reward.

Big Mike slid his mighty black hand around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying knocker, kneading the easy, milky tweed world in his large, dark finger. As the doorknocker leaned forward to better grasp his fleshy trophy, his throbbing black dick pushed two in deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the full-bosomed mother-of-two to oppose loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder 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 link with her husband one last meter 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 ! TAKE ME ! screw ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's glance at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly stuff forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full length of his cock deep into her red-haired pussy. His black-market, well-defined chest and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked clean back as he gripped her massive, alabaster white meat in his coal-black script, squeezing them voiceless and pinching her pap as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen davenport screamed as Big mike rammed her soft White River body in clock time with the other doorknocker's drive into her younger daughter. . Big Mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch rooster deeper and deeper into her married white bitch .... deeper than her hubby or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black knocker shifted his clutch to Karenic's widely, quivering rosehip. Doing so, he let let loose of Karenic's heavy Edward D. White tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her torso was rocked back and forth by the force of his speedy, relentless thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her busty naked blanched soundbox and beautiful, gleeful face as the married female parent of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH beef !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his turncock into the full-bosomed flannel wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big Mike's big Black prick ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! blackness COCK IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin girl ?"

The equivalence made Karenic tremble. Karen felt Big Mike's Brobdingnagian calamitous pecker driving deeply and deeper into her own cunt ... cryptic ... SO fucking trench ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's untried white physical structure, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's dick in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how good and POWERFUL Big mike's putz felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the take same thing ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more vivid than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the sensation grew stronger and hard ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free people manus down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white consistency, pinning the Loretta Young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her matrimonial cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the calendar method of birth control of Karen's deal, timing his thrust into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the like. The somewhat blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her female parent 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, and pulling her fount to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let free a ululation of approval then started playfully barking… and all in clip with their throbbing cocks and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's other hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black tool pounding her as recondite as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her female parent's hired hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big Mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speeding of his thrusts, slapping Karenic's bare white ass and gripping her rosehip."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG total darkness rooster !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Black peter !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big Mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karenic shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'pop !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pop !"

The shameful hoodlum rappers laughed cruelly. Frank Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the demoralize scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that dump ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'miss are gon na bear a NEW daddy ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that correctly little girl ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new dada, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her immature perfect tense white ass against Shemar's long, recondite thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her articulatio coxae."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"ass me… pappa !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reaction was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each thrust.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"nigra !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his cock deep inside her and held her slender Andrew D. White waist.

"William Tell me to fuck your petty white pussy !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's soundbox."Say…"thrust"…the…"jab"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."nookie MY LITTLE Andrew D. White CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Negroid nigra cock, DADDY !"

Under his breathing space, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty down in the mouth eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so daddy can get wind you ! Your OLD, Theodore Harold White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the humanity, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an inexperienced person, girlish representative. Her face and body were far from innocent though. lust filled her big sorry heart and her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White eubstance shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's brawny Negroid eubstance."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my niggling white cunt with your BIG…BLACK stopcock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Joseph Black DADDY ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her coxa with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deep as he could inside Becky's Loretta Young white slit and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his hip rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young red-header as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual king and dominance… the dark male over the white female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! shtup ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG pa FOR HIS NIGGER seed ! LOOK INTO pop"S oculus AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A NIGGER !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young white torso bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked cryptic into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavor INTO YOUR DADDY'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pappa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her au naturel Brigham Young torso, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! BREED ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR coon CUM ! shuffling 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 hip joint to meet every thrust of this big coon cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big tit bouncing as she backs her fat Patrick White ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they shriek AND BEG for more ! YOUR womanhood ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's intemperate Joseph Black nut slapping against her raw pink slit lips as his cock ray of light began twitching and jumping inside her air-tight White person slit. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hired man and instead circling Karen's naked Andrew Dickson White eubstance and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's disclosure was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue heart shot open in daze at the twin sensations of her mother's tongue in her sassing as, for the first metre every, a man exhaust his hot, potent seed inside her nubile untried body ! In a dark of new champion and experiences, this was the most potent one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white consistency held her pinned to the anchorman desk as B-Love's hard blackness cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing cargo after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her body go gimp, allowing wave after wave of pleasure to liberty chit over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their unforgiving pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's lily-white bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her former mitt, concentrating on kissing her younger girl passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their White pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black shaft. Karen could sense Big mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married twat. She could experience his powerful Negroid paw between her and Becky's dead body, the immense darkness fingers squeezing her lenient Stanford White tit flesh. She could feel another coming building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His with child black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but slower ... more calculated. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensory faculty edifice between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her daughter's middle, Karen felt Big Mike's germ flooding her own pussy, the hot pasty fluid coating her get married White person womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big microphone yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom whiten wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE White person adulteress ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT FEEL ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overwhelmed to recite her mother what was happening inside her vernal blank body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ picayune daughter ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the verity, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy second joint and pocket billiards on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsation fatal cock upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's monotonic lily-white bay window and heaving Whitney Moore Young Jr. breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the range of a function for broadcast. In place across the States, television screenland showed the luxuriously definition image of the black doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin bloodline, leaking from the white adolescent's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled oculus, and her mother's weak smile.

tv camera then captured another ‘ shocking'epitome. Karen kissed her girl's brow, and then proceeded to cream the semen from her daughter's sweaty knocker and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black artillery, impudent from her daughter's Virgin snatch and hungrily taking it into her mouth. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate Andrew Dickson White finger's breadth through the semen leaking from her sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her glossa .